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MTL - Portable Space: The Peasant Princess-Chapter 10 Pay back the money or the meat?
Chapter 10 Pay back the money or the meat
“You little bitch, you don’t even wait for me to make delicious food.”
Gu Panxia felt the door go dark. When she looked up, she saw Mrs. Zhang with her hands on her hips and looking at her angrily.
“Sister!” Little Baozi was so frightened that he hid behind Gu Panxia, not even daring to show his head.
Gu Panxia put down the spoon and reached out to pat the little guy's back to express comfort.
She raised her head to look at Mrs. Zhang and said in a calm voice: "I wonder what business Auntie has here today?"
Zhang was a little angry, "Didn't I ask you to prepare food for me to come to your door today? How dare you eat my food?"
"your things?"
Gu Panxia was very angry. She really didn’t know what kind of skin this person’s face was made of and why it was so thick.
“Auntie, if I remember correctly, the house you live in now belongs to me and Pandong, right?”
"Also, what you take from me every month, not to mention anything else, is just the five kilograms of pork belly that my grandma brings every month. It takes a total of three years. In twelve months of this year, one Five kilograms a month, sixty kilograms a year, and a total of eighty kilograms in three years. This pork belly costs seventeen cents per kilogram, multiplying one hundred and eighty kilograms by seventeen, a total of three thousand and sixty kilograms."
“I wonder if Auntie wants to pay back the meat or the money?”
The more Gu Panxia spoke, the colder her voice became. Ms. Zhang was frightened when she heard this, but she, who had always been domineering, still didn't know what danger was.
"Bah, you little bitch, you want to eat meat too? You don't even urinate and show yourself. Even you, a discarded piece of trash, dare to eat meat with others without fear of rotting your liver."
When Gu Panxia heard this, he was not angry, but smiled.
“Auntie, thank you very much. A black-hearted person like you, who kicked out your nephew as soon as your brother and sister-in-law died, can’t even rot your liver after eating meat. How can my liver rot?”
To be honest, she didn’t expect Mr. Zhang to pay money or meat. After all, it was not only difficult to pick out the meat from Mr. Zhang’s mouth, it was even more difficult.
“You little bitch, you have a rotten intestine, you dare to talk back, who gave you the courage?”
As Zhang said, she rolled up her sleeves and was about to step forward. Gu Panxia's eyes turned cold, she pulled up the bun and walked aside.
“Pan Dong finds a safe place to hide.”
“Sister!” Little Baozi looked at her with worried eyes.
“Don’t worry Pandong, sister will be fine. Just stand far away.”
Little Baozi hesitated again and again, and finally nodded, "Sister, be careful!"
In his impression, every time his sister was bullied by her aunt, she had never resisted, so he was ready to call someone at any time.
He sneaked out of the yard, walked straight towards Aunt Liu's house on his short legs.
“Hey, what’s going on? Do you still want to resist?”
Mrs. Zhang saw Gu Panxia suddenly make a strange move, which looked funny despite her thin body.
Gu Panxia smiled faintly and did not reply.
To be honest, Mrs. Zhang is her elder no matter what, and she doesn’t want to go too far. But in recent years, Mrs. Zhang has not acted like an elder, so why should she respect her?
For a person like Zhang who likes to be domineering and domineering, if she doesn't teach her a lesson, she really thinks that she will rule the world wherever she goes.
“Little bitch, you dare to provoke me, you really don’t know how to live or die.”
Ms. Zhang glanced at her disdainfully, stretched her neck, and looked at the pot that was still burning on the stove, with a flash of greed in her eyes.
She strode forward and reached out to open the lid of the pot, but her right hand was suddenly twisted back, causing her to scream in pain.
“Oh, oh, oh, you rotten thing, why don’t you let go!”
Gu Panxia snorted coldly and pulled her right arm off with a strong pull.
“Ah—my hand, my hand is broken!”
Ms. Zhang felt that her right arm was weak, as if it was broken, hanging limply by her side. She was so frightened that she hugged her right arm and cried.
(End of this chapter)