So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

Afraid that Cang Lan would hear, Zhang Jianjun hurriedly pushed the kitchen door open a crack, tilting his head slightly forward to see if Cang Lan was eavesdropping.

"Blow them up!"

Canglan was sitting on the sofa, leisurely eating snacks, his eyes glued to the TV.

On the television, Li Yunlong shouted in a booming voice, "Second Battalion Commander, where the hell is your Italian cannon? Bring it up here for me!"

"Yes, Commander! Bring the Italian cannon up immediately!"

Yamamoto: "Eighth Route Army soldiers downstairs, stop fighting and look upstairs. Do you know this woman? If you do, then you must be Li Yunlong's troops."

Li Yunlong: "Yamamoto, you son of a bitch, if you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one..."

Li Yunlong: "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Zhang Jianjun was slightly taken aback by the strange scene. He wondered when his wife had developed a taste for war movies. He then slowly pulled his head back and gently closed the door, not daring to make a sound.

“Mother, I don’t know what’s wrong with Jiang Yu. She drank the remedy you told me to give her to have a boy, and she’s become like this. She’s like a completely different person, and her strength has become tremendous. I… I was beaten so badly by her yesterday.”

As Zhang Jianjun spoke, he reached out to lift his shirt so Zhang Cuilan and Zhang Erhe could see the bruises on his body. However, when he lifted his shirt, there were no bruises at all, only marks from being whipped with a belt.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes filled with terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably. "What happened? Jiang Yu almost beat me to death yesterday, how come there isn't a single bruise?"

Zhang Erhe looked at his son, a slight smirk on his lips, and said helplessly, "Jianjun, Dad doesn't blame you for pretending to faint just now, but don't talk nonsense at a time like this! She can beat these two old bones, how could she possibly beat a young man in his twenties like you? If you're afraid of your wife, just say so. Your dad is afraid too, what's that called again... oh, oh, it's hereditary, it's hereditary."

Seeing his father's disbelieving look, Zhang Jianjun turned to his mother, who also looked at him with a disappointed expression. He opened his mouth, then hesitated, "Mom, don't you believe me? I really..."

"Alright, alright, I believe you. But my wife, if you don't discipline her for a day, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. If you give her a good beating, she'll be completely subdued!" Zhang Cuilan said confidently.

Zhang Jianjun hung his head dejectedly, thinking to himself that he wouldn't have held back after those two old men from the Jiang family died. It would have been worth beating Jiang Yu a few times before she went crazy. Now, his body was practically wrecked, and he even dragged his parents down with him. He was truly the first person in the world to suffer like this.

Seeing that her son was silent, Zhang Cuilan assumed he was afraid of Jiang Yu, so she took the opportunity to instigate him: "If you don't beat her up, she'll beat your old mother to a pulp. Then you won't be able to stand it and you'll have to get a divorce. The house will belong to her, and we won't get anything!"

Zhang Jianjun knew his mother was right; her family had only come for the house and the property, so a divorce was out of the question. But he knew he couldn't win a fight, and if they did, he'd be the one beaten to death!

Thinking about it, Zhang Jianjun sighed helplessly and said, "Mother, we should not provoke Jiang Yu recently. Just do whatever she says, and don't let her find a reason to beat us. If she beats us to death, then everything will have been in vain."

Zhang Erhe also thought this was a reliable idea, and quickly nodded to comfort him, "Let's listen to our son. Can she stay crazy forever?"

……

Xiao Bai: [Host, host, I want to report them! Zhang Jianjun and the others are talking badly about you again!]

At this moment, Canglan was filled with excitement, her eyes glued to the television, completely immersed in the story. Hearing Xiaobai's words, she merely tilted her head slightly and casually replied, "Whatever. Whether they say bad things or not, I'll still beat them up a few times!"

"Hey, forget about them for now. I need all the information about this cannon in thirty seconds. It's so powerful, I have to have it." Cang Lan said, pointing at the Italian cannon on the TV.

Xiao Bai sighed, "[Host, you can't buy this in this world without the means or money.]"

Cang Lan's eyes flashed with disdain, revealing a carefree smile. "Bullshit! I love free shopping. Paying money? No way! You find it for me now, or you can keep your head!"

Xiao Bai nodded frantically, quickly located the location, and soon found it. [Host, found! We can go tomorrow!]

Cang Lan nodded in satisfaction, then remembered what Xiao Bai had just said, "What did you just say? The three of them were talking badly about me."

Yes, my host!

Cang Lan's lips curled into a wicked smile. In a flash, he stood at the kitchen doorway. "How much time has passed? If you haven't even cooked a single dish yet, you're all dead!"

The three people in the kitchen turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound, and trembled with fright when they saw the figure outside the door. They hurriedly grabbed the spatula and frantically scooped out the eggs.

Cang Lan pushed open the door and swaggered into the kitchen, carrying a bag of chili peppers. He casually tossed it into the sink with a "thud," and said, "Make all the dishes spicy. If they're not spicy enough, you'll get a beating!" He then turned and went back to the living room.

As soon as Cang Lan left, Zhang Erhe clutched his chest, his face pale, and said uncomfortably, "Why does your wife walk so silently? She scared your father so much my heart was pounding."

Zhang Cuilan's dissatisfaction was written all over her face. She said angrily, "That's right. A daughter-in-law like her, not only does she not do any work, but she also orders her parents-in-law to cook for her. If this were in the village, those gossipy women would drown her in their spittle." As she spoke, she angrily grabbed a handful of chopped chili peppers and threw them into the pot.

The moment the large handful of chilies hit the pan, a pungent, spicy aroma filled the air, quickly permeating the entire kitchen. Zhang Cuilan was immediately overwhelmed by the spiciness, and tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly wiped them with her hands, which had just been cutting the chilies, but this only intensified the burning pain in her eyes, causing her to scream, "Ouch! My eyes! My eyes!"

While covering his nose, Zhang Jianjun pulled Zhang Cuilan to the sink, turned on the tap, and let her rinse her eyes with water.

Seeing Zhang Cuilan suffering from the spiciness, Zhang Erhe was also afraid of getting his eyes irritated by the chili. He could only close his eyes and frantically stir the contents of the pot with a spatula in one hand. The spiciness constantly irritated his eyes and respiratory tract, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Cuilan finally felt her eyes weren't hurting as much, but as soon as she opened them, her vision was extremely blurry. She exclaimed in panic, "Jianjun, why are my eyes so blurry?"

Zhang Jianjun quickly comforted her, "Mom, you've just been burned by the chili peppers. You'll be fine tomorrow."

Finally, after nearly three hours of tinkering in the kitchen, the three of them managed to cook the dish and bring it out.