An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi wanted everyone to have a good meal, but his third uncle just said that good things cannot be eaten in one day, and the meal must be eaten bite by bite. He will have to see how everyone behaves in the next few days, otherwise there will not be enough to share.

Come to think of it, it was true. The other families were all staring at them with eager eyes, even though they were a little far away. But if it weren't for the cart blocking everyone's view, those with sharp eyes would definitely have noticed that they were eating secretly.

After all, my mother had come to see me off, along with my two aunts' families. Giving them some necessary food and clothing, and a little money, was reasonable. But after all the commotion just now, those people should still be considerate of their reputation and hold on for a few days.

"No, fill your stomachs with the white flour buns first." Zhuang felt sorry for the children and hurriedly wanted to break the remaining two buns into shares among them.

The four men, who were already starving and wanted to take a bite of the black flour steamed buns as soon as they saw them, saw the soft and fluffy white flour buns, and then looked at the hard black flour steamed buns, which no longer tasted good. They could also guess why they had been playing hide-and-seek just now.

"Forget it, let's eat the black flour steamed buns first. If I eat the white flour steamed buns first, I won't be able to swallow the unpalatable black flour steamed buns."

The other three Langs nodded in agreement after hearing what Erlang said. Silang even took a bite of half of the black flour steamed bun. The black flour steamed bun seemed to have been slimmed down. Not only was it hard, but it was also very small.

"Remember to eat slowly." Jing Chunxi said this too late, as he was not as quick-witted as the pervert.

He couldn't chew it at all, his mouth stuffed full, which was hilarious. He glared at Jing Chunxi angrily, wondering why he hadn't reminded him earlier. It would be a waste to spit it out, but he couldn't chew or swallow it if he didn't. Finally, Zhuang couldn't bear to see him like that and handed him some water.

"In fact, black flour steamed buns are more filling, but you have to chew them slowly, small bites at a time, to taste the sweet fragrance in the middle." Seeing that Silang looked so miserable, Jing Chunxi reminded him again that multi-grain steamed buns are like this, the more slowly you chew them, the sweeter they taste, but if you eat them too quickly, you will suffer. This is the experience she summed up when she was hungry in her previous life.

"Then I'll have another one!" After hearing what the young lady said, Tang Shuang suddenly felt that she shouldn't have eaten so many white flour buns. She should have saved two for these masters. Seeing that no one who had just eaten the buns continued to eat the black flour buns, and there were still quite a few black flour buns, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to ask for some.

Jing Chunxi: "Eat my frosting too. If you can't finish it, put it in your pocket for eating on the way. But remember, you must chew it thirty times before swallowing it, otherwise it will easily get stuck in your throat and hurt your stomach."

Frosting looked at the two black flour buns in her hand, looked left and right, and after a while she stuffed them into her mouth: "I ate this when I was a child. My elder brother and his wife ate three-layer noodles, and they said I couldn't work, so they made me eat black flour buns."

She took only a small bite with her big mouth, then chewed slowly as the young lady instructed, but her eyes were always staring into the distance. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but from her eyes she knew it wasn't a good memory.

It hurts to watch.

But they still overestimated human nature. They knew there were shameless people, but they didn't know there were people so shameless.

The old woman who was still talking strangely and being aggressive towards them in the morning jumped out again. She looked to be in her sixties, fat and short, with a narrow forehead, high cheekbones, fierce eyes, and a double chin. She was ugly to a new level and it was obvious that she was not someone to be dealt with.

"They said they would take care of the children of the side branches and teach them to read. Look, they haven't even left the capital yet, and they're already eating their own food."

"That's right, I saw them eating white flour buns. Why do they eat white flour buns and we eat black flour buns?" The daughter-in-law and she were of the same mind, jumping together like a toad.

"No, we have to eat together. If it weren't for them, how could we have suffered like this? Today is only the first day, and they're already treating us differently. I don't believe they will treat the children left behind equally."

The cunning toads really like to hang out together, and nothing good comes of it. Then another woman in her forties from the clan jumped out. She liked hanging out with the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and they had been sitting together just now.

Hearing this, everyone looked in their direction. Three more women, although they did not dare to step forward, stood up and walked forward about ten steps, wanting to see if there were really white flour buns to eat.

Little Mingzhu had been chewing her half steamed bun in small, careful sips, but now, startled, she stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all at once, and nearly choked, her face flushing crimson. Aunt Zhao frantically patted her back, asking her to cough it out first, then poured water into her mouth and rubbed her chest. She couldn't bear to throw away the piece of steamed bun she'd coughed out, and wanted to continue feeding Little Tuanzi, but since she was a little uncomfortable with her coughing, she couldn't get it in. Seeing no one was paying attention, she simply stuffed it into her own mouth.

After the little glutinous rice dumpling recovered his breath, he was very angry. He pointed at those people and cursed them fiercely, "Bad guys!"

Chu Chunxi couldn't stand this kind of shameless person any more, so he clapped his hands, jumped off the cart and looked directly at the old woman who was about to rush to the front.

The old woman came over and pointed directly at Madam Jing, who was holding a white flour bun and taking a sip, taking a long time to eat a few bites slowly. The old general was lying down, it was inconvenient for him to eat, so he was chewing slowly and didn't finish a single bun.

Chu Chunxi cursed inwardly and jumped in front of her grandmother: "Who are you, you old bitch? You're begging for food before you even leave the capital?"

At this time, Dalang and his brothers were holding only black-flour steamed buns. The two buns that Zhuang had originally intended to share with them had long been hidden under the quilt. Tang Shuang, on the other hand, held a black-flour steamed bun in each hand. He obediently followed the young lady's instructions and chewed each one thirty times, which was why he hadn't swallowed even two bites in such a long time. He thought the young lady was right; the black-flour steamed buns did have a slight sweetness.

Seeing the old woman coming towards the young lady, she put one steamed bun into her arms, holding the other in her hand, and quickly rushed to the young lady and the old lady.

The brothers also rushed to the side of the icing, blocking the cart behind them. Jing Changning and his wife, the two sisters-in-law, and Jing Mingyue, who had been sitting together, all stood up now, but did not come over, and were only seven or eight steps away from the cart.

Dalang shouted angrily: "You bitch, you have the nerve to do that. Do you think you can snatch it away?"

The old woman didn't dare to step forward, but she spoke confidently and gave them some advice: "If we talk about age, the clan leader and I are the oldest here. My granddaughter is only three or four years old. The elders and the younger generations are all here. If there is a good meal, we should be the first to eat it."

Chu Chunxi was so angry that he laughed. The old woman spoke so confidently and shamelessly. She even encouraged the women next to her: "If they can eat it, why can't we eat it?"

The four women did not say anything. They also saw that the grandchildren were chewing black-flour steamed buns, but seeing that the family members were full of resentment, they felt that what the old woman said made sense.

His eyes were fixed on the steamed buns in the old lady's hand. The old lady's daughter-in-law even stood on tiptoe and stared at the cart with shifty eyes, as if she wished the cart was full of steamed buns.