Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 176 Tin House
Zhang Wuxun said, "To find out who the eleventh person besides the one in the photo is, we need to check the archives of the archaeological team from back then."

Wu Xiaoxie nodded. "I'll go back and check the tracking number online again to see where those two videotapes came from."

As the two were talking, a wonderful aroma of cumin wafted on the wind and reached their noses.

Zhang Wuxun sniffed and turned to look at Wu Xiaoxie. "It smells so good. Are you hungry? Why don't you go and get something to eat?"

“Let’s go.” Wu Xiaoxie expressed his support and took the lead in walking towards the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a barbecue stall. Business was booming, with customers standing around huddled up, waiting patiently.

Wu Xiaoxie was a little surprised, "Is this a new place? How come it's so popular?"

The hospital food was too bland, so he had been trying almost every small eatery around the hospital, and he had never seen this particular one before.

Someone nearby overheard this, turned around, glanced at them, and remarked, "You two haven't been here long, have you?"

Wu Xiaoxie laughed and said, "How did you know?"

"Your accent sounds like someone from the South." The man smiled and pointed to the owner, who was busy flipping the skewers, and said, "This stall has been here for over ten years. The taste is absolutely amazing. The previous owner was his father, and he took over the business. A while ago, the old man suffered a stroke while running the stall and was hospitalized. He hasn't been out for two months, has he?"

"See, as soon as the food was set up, these people swarmed over like dogs sniffing out meat buns. I was only on the phone for a moment, and damn it, all the good spots were gone." The man's voice was full of frustration.

Wu Xiaoxie peeked out and saw the long queue ahead, feeling a bit hopeless. "How long will this queue last?"

"Yeah, right." The man put on the hood of his cotton coat and tucked his hands into his sleeves. "If it weren't for this bite to eat, who would be stupid enough to stand here freezing in the middle of the night?"

The streetlights shone obliquely, and snowflakes, like willow catkins, fluttered and danced in the lamplight.

The young boss called out, "It's snowing. Those who haven't been called yet can go to the tin shack next door to take shelter."

As a result, no one moved. Everyone was afraid that if they moved away for a moment, their spot would be taken by someone else when they came back, and the worst part was that you couldn't even complain.

Wu Xiaoxie's cotton coat had no hood, and in just a short while, a thin layer of snow had settled on his head.

Zhang Wuxun reached out and brushed the snow off his head, then slowly moved two steps with the line. He turned to him and said, "How about I wait in line? You go to the nearby store and buy a few bottles of Erguotou. When you come back, go straight to the iron house to hide. I'll bring them in later."

Wu Xiaoxie looked ahead and saw that there weren't many people left. He figured it wouldn't be their turn for a while, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go buy some Erguotou first. How many bottles do you want?"

Zhang Wu thought for a moment, "One bottle will do, just enough to warm me up."

The barbecue stall owner was very efficient, and it was soon the person in front of Zhang Wuxun was served.

The man carried two large bags and said goodbye to Zhang Wuxun as he left.

"Hey buddy, what would you like to eat?" the owner asked, drizzling some more oil onto the grill.

With such a wide variety of ingredients, Zhang Wuxun was momentarily at a loss. He simply waved his hand and said, "One of everything, but no cilantro."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The boss responded and immediately got to work. Smelling the enticing aroma, Zhang Wuxun's eyes widened in surprise.

The food on the grill kept turning, glistening with oil, looking incredibly tempting. Zhang Wuxun's left hand, which was in his pocket, moved up to his empty stomach without him noticing. "I'm so damn hungry," he said. "Boss, two more flatbreads, please."

Zhang Wuxun carried two oversized plates, lifted the thick curtain with his elbow, entered the small tin shed, put the items on the table, and pulled out a plastic stool to sit down.

Wu Xiaoxie hadn't returned yet, so Zhang Wuxun could only endure his hunger, take out his phone, and idly start playing Tetris.

Before the game was even over, the curtain was lifted, and the bottles clinked together.

"How far did you run?" Zhang Wuxun put down his phone and looked at Wu Xiaoxie, who was walking in with steam rising from his head, and asked in surprise.

Wu Xiaoxie put the large warm hat he was holding in his other hand on the table, took a deep breath, cursed a couple of times, and then said, "Don't even mention it. After buying the wine, I felt my ears were hurting from the wind, so I walked a few steps further away to buy a hat. On my way back, I ran into the police catching a thief. That guy just had to run in my direction, and he was almost arrested as an accomplice. If I didn't always carry my ID card in my pocket, you would have to come to the police station to pick me up today."

Zhang Wuxun laughed unkindly, "You're really unlucky."

Wu Xiaoxie channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, taking bites of meat and sips of wine, eating heartily until he was sweating profusely.

The owner was very honest and the portions were very generous. The two young men were burping from eating so much, and there was still a lot left untouched on their plates.

They packed the two items into two plastic bags, and each took one back with them.

Zhang Wuxun booked a hotel near the hospital and stayed there.

Wu Xiaoxie secretly brought the barbecue into the ward through a nurse. Uncle San, who was eating a banana, smelled it immediately, just like a cat catching a mouse.

"Nephew, what delicious treat are you hiding in your hand?" Wu Sansheng asked with a smile, staring at Wu Xiaoxie's hand behind his back.

Wu Xiaoxie smiled in the same way, "The barbecue was originally for you, but when I walked in, I suddenly remembered that the doctor told you that you can only eat light food now, so I'll just throw it away."

"Hey, don't throw it away, don't throw it away..." Wu Sansheng was so anxious that he almost jumped off the hospital bed. He grabbed Wu Xiaoxie's hand and snatched the bag away. "You child, how can you waste such good meat? You know how bitter every grain of rice is."

Wu Xiaoxie crossed his arms and chuckled, glancing at the half-bowl of porridge on the table that had long since gone cold.

Wu Sansheng coughed twice, his face contorted with a bitter expression, and said, "Nephew, I'm your own uncle. I've been eating rice porridge for so many days, my mouth is so bland. It's so rare to have some meat, and you just want your uncle to watch me stare longingly?"

Unable to argue with the old fox, Wu Xiaoxie waved his hand and said, "If you don't mind that this is leftover, then you can eat it."

Wu Sansheng chuckled and chewed on the meat, "I've even eaten the bottom of your leftovers, what's there to complain about?"

Seeing that he was eating too fast, Wu Xiaoxie poured a cup of hot water and put it on the table. "Why don't you put it on the radiator to warm it up? It's probably gotten cold after walking all this way."

"No need, no need, it's still warm." Wu Sansheng finished off a pile of skewers in a few bites, and sighed comfortably, "If only I could have a sip of wine."

As he spoke, he gave Wu Xiaoxie a suggestive glance.

(End of this chapter)