Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

The woman smiled as soon as she saw that the visitors weren't the disaster victims. "Sir, are you looking to buy some braised meat? We happen to have some left over, and we couldn't bear to leave them here, so we came all the way here. We were planning to sell it if someone wanted it, and if no one wanted it, we'd take it home."

Li Mofu nodded repeatedly, "What are they?"

"There's only ordinary braised chicken." The woman said, opening the door.

Li Mofu wasn't picky, he was just looking for a snack, "Give me one."

The woman said, "Sir, you know there's a snowstorm outside. We're just running a small business. We're risking being robbed to open a shop just to earn some food money, so the price has to go up..."

Li Mofu nodded indifferently, "I know."

"Sir, please wait a moment." The woman locked the door and went to the kitchen.

After waiting for about quarter of an hour and even having to go and ask for orders, the braised chicken was finally ready.

Because they had been waiting for a long time, the woman felt a little embarrassed as she saw them out, and she kept saying sorry.

Li Mofu smelled the aroma of the braised chicken and felt that today was worth it. Although there was a chef in the courtyard who made braised chicken, for some reason the smell outside had a smell that could not be made in the courtyard.

"Young master, please take care!" The woman walked with him for a while.

Li Mofu waved his hand while holding the braised chicken. Just as he was about to say something, he stepped on a lump of hard snow and twisted his ankle, about to fall.

Mo Yi quickly reached out and grabbed Li Mofu who was rushing forward. Guozi on the other side also raised his hand to hug Li Mofu, but he stepped on something and fell to the ground, and also tripped Eleven who was next to him.

"Ouch!"

Seeing this, the woman quickly caught up and helped the man up. Li Mofu had sprained his ankle and was pulled, so his waist and feet were a little painful. Fortunately, the braised chicken was well wrapped, so he was fine when he fell to the ground.

Before Li Mofu could examine the braised chicken carefully, Guozi screamed in fear, "Dead, dead!"

"Don't be so startled!" Eleven scolded in a low voice.

This exclamation confused Li Mofu. He turned around and saw that it was a foot that had tripped them...

"Damn it!" Li Mofu took two steps back.

The woman was also shocked. Mo Yi went forward to dig away the snow, and saw a middle-aged man who had frozen to death under the snow pile against the wall.

"This doesn't make sense. This foot is clearly a child's foot." The woman wondered.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt unhappy.

Mo Yi dug a few more pieces of snow and found a child lying beside the man's legs. The child must have died before freezing to death. His body was very straight, not curled up, and it was the child's feet that tripped them.

To be honest, corpses in the snow are not that scary, but the cold is overwhelming.

Li Mofu unconsciously moved his eyes away.

"Oh! I know this kid! He often comes to my shop to pick up some unwanted scraps. I didn't expect him to come in such heavy snow..." The woman slapped her thigh, and a look of regret appeared on her originally dull face.

Guozi was also a little scared and hid aside to ask, "What should we do now? Should we deal with this body?"

Mo Yi frowned and looked at Li Mofu, "Mr. Li, I'll take you back first, and leave the rest to Eleven."

"...Yeah." Li Mofu nodded while holding the braised chicken.

"How could such a thing happen..." The woman looked at the child and then at the man huddled against the wall, frozen to death. "I've also asked my husband to close the shop. Young Master, you should leave quickly!"

After saying that, the woman trotted back to the store and closed the door.

Li Mofu didn't dare to look at the corpse. He waited until Guozi came to pull him away before he knew which way to go.

Mo Yi said he would send them home, so he really sent them back to the yard, and left the matter of dealing with the bodies to Eleven.

The bodies that appear in disasters must be properly disposed of, otherwise when the weather warms up and the snow melts, these bodies buried under the ice and snow will bring new disasters.

Back in the yard, Guozi took the braised chicken to the kitchen to chop it up. When it was brought to the kitchen, he found that Li Mofu had already returned to the bedroom to sleep and had no intention of eating.