Chapter 134
The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s
Even Uncle Zong didnât know what to say anymore. âWe will just have to ask him tonight.â
Old Mr. Wen had already have his mind made up. He would give Wen Rugui a good beating if he wasnât able to provide a good explanation.Lo and behold, he was NOT! COMING! HOME!Old Mr. Wen was so angry that he was just about to swallow up the phone when he found that out. âYou brat! You come back right now!âWen Rugui, âGrandpa, I need to go back to the base tonight. I donât have enough time.âOld Mr. Wen was infuriated. âThen tell me. What was the story with Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu?!âWen Rugui went silent for a little bit and said, âGrandpa, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu cannot make it back. Iâll get you two new chicken next time.âOld Mr. Wen clanked his cane on the floor. âIs this a matter of chickens? It is Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu that we were talking about! Iâve raised them since they were young chicken. They are like my children!âThe other end of the phone went silent.After a long while, Wen Ruguiâs nonchalant voice came from the other end. âGrandpa, you have also said that Xiao Yi (No. 1), Xiao Er (No. 2), Xiao San (No. 3), and Xiao Xi (No. 4) were like your own children. Didnât they also turn into broth or braised in the end?âââ¦â¦âOld Mr. Wen was speechless for a little while before he said again, âThatâs not the same. Xiao Yi and the others were raised by Xiao Zong. They were Xiao Zongâs children. Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu were raised by me!âUncle Zong, ââ¦â¦âSo his chicken could be eaten?
Wen Rugui, âGrandpa, Iâve given the chicken to Comrade Tong. She just moved today. Iâll replace your chicken next time.âWhen Old Mr. Wen heard that, he no longer cared about the chickens. âComrade Tong? You mean Miss Young Grass?ââMmm.âOld Mr. Wen was even angrier the next minute. âWhy didnât you tell me ahead of time then?!âThe pickled vegetable and fish was so good the other day. He was sure that Xiao Wu would only taste better whether it was turned into a broth or braised!That was exactly why I didnât tell you.Thought Wen Rugui.And then that was that.Old Mr. Wen was still very unhappy in the next few days.Those who didnât know better would think that he was mourning for the loss of Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu. Only Uncle Zong knew that he was simply upset that he didnât have Xiao Wu that was prepared by Miss Young Grass.As soon as he had hung up on the phone, Wen Rugui turned and was met with Pu Jianyiâs eyes that were brighter than lightbulbs.Pu Jianyi, âWen Rugui, something is going on with you.âWen Rugui picked up the bag that had the date cakes inside and said, âItâs getting late. Drop me off the train station. Someone will pick me up over there.âThere was no more trains to the station at this hour. That was why he came over to the police station and asked Pu Jianyi to give him a ride.Pu Jianyi placed his hand over Wen Ruguiâs shoulder and smiled like a hooligan at him. âI can give you a ride, but only if you tell me about what is going on between you and Comrade Tong.âWen Rugui pushed his hand away expressionlessly. âAbout the money that you owe meâ¦â¦âPu Jianyi jumped up and down in anger. âFine, fine, fine. I wonât ask anymore, okay?âHe had been getting worse and worse. He was not like this in the past!He suddenly recalled how Tong Xuelu had tricked him the other day and his heart dropped.Was she the reason that Wen Rugui had become like this? Because she had been rubbing off on him?But, with Wen Rugui holding his dirt on his hand, Pu Jianyi dared not pry anymore. He drove his police car and dropped Wen Rugui off at the train station.Wen Rugui left with the bag after he had thanked him, having no intention of offering any of the date cake to him.Looking at Wen Ruguiâs back as he walked away, Pu Jianyi pushed his molar with the tip of his tongue and looked like he was having a toothache.