Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The Zhang family's village is far from the town, and they usually eat the fruits and vegetables grown in their own yards. When outsiders suddenly came and cooked a lot of new things, the Zhang family, who had been poor for many years, couldn't resist.

Shen Mingchao saw through it and generously took out even more things: "Come on, come on, we're all family, take whatever you want."

The table was covered with colorful packaging bags, and the young men of the Zhang family peeked around inside the house.

Because their clan leader was present, they dared not make any rash moves, so they tacitly pushed Zhang Xiaoshe out.

"..." Zhang Xiaoshe staggered and turned around to see only innocent-looking clansmen blinking, unable to find the culprit.

sigh.

Because he's the person in charge of this area.

"Um...you're too kind." Zhang Xiaoshe thanked them politely, then looked at Zhang Qilan and Zhang Haike, trying to get their opinions with his eyes, but what he saw was an unbelievable scene.

The Zhang family members all laughed.

Even the usually stern clan leader was no exception, though his smile was subtle and not as obvious as the others'.

For Zhang Xiaoshe, who had known these people for many years, the scene before him was extremely terrifying and bizarre.

Don't smile so sweetly, hey!

I got goosebumps all over!

Zhang Xiaoshe rubbed his arms, really wanting to grab someone and demand to know what they were laughing at!

Shen Mingchao continued to recommend: "These are all carefully selected, purely additive-free, and completely natural delicacies. Guaranteed to be incredibly delicious!"

"Purely additives, no natural ingredients?"

Zhang Xiaoshe's attention was drawn to the novel idea again.

"Uh... the general idea is that although it's not very healthy, it tastes really good."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone finally moved.

Zhang Qiyu silently took a box of desserts from the table; he knew it was handmade by Shen Mingchao.

The others were a step too slow.

Zhang Haiyan clicked his tongue: The clan leader is quite protective of his food.

With the clan leader setting an example, the deadlock was instantly broken, and the group of simple-minded young men became bolder. The items on the table were quickly looted.

The youngest member of the Zhang family present was only eight years old. He carried two large bags of food. Despite his young age, he hadn't developed a poker face yet and couldn't hide his emotions. He ran outside with great joy.

Just as he stepped across the threshold, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and bowed to Shen Mingchao.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Madam Chief. I will eat it all and not waste a single drop!"

The world seemed to have been paused; everything was silent...

"Why?"

Shen Mingchao was dumbfounded.

When did this happen? How come she didn't know? The wedding isn't even over yet, and she's already calling him "Madam"? Who's been delaying her?

"Hiss—" Zhang Xiaoshe's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly tried to cover it up: "The child has misunderstood, I'll take him out right away."

Who would have thought that the child, though young, would be so brave!

Confused, he asked directly, "Brother Little Snake, why do you say it's a misunderstanding? This lady gave us a gift and said we're all family, but her surname isn't Zhang. The clan leader didn't refute it and kept smiling at her. Isn't that the clan leader's husband—"

The child's mouth was covered by a large hand.

Zhang Xiaoshe chuckled as he dragged the child who had caused such a mess out of the house.

Stop talking, ancestors!

I don't think I have too much life left!

"Hehe..." Shen Mingchao chuckled and exclaimed, "So the Zhang family members were like children when they were young too."

Except for Zhang Qiyu, everyone else felt a bitter taste in their mouths.

"This kid knows how to shout." Zhang Haiyan's smile grew even brighter, but his tone was cold: "It seems his daily training isn't enough. I'm free right now, so I'll make an exception and teach him a few moves later."

Shen Mingchao pursed his lips.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like this person was some kind of evil elder who buys a bunch of workbooks for children.

However, Zhang Haiyan's plan to fry fish failed.

Zhang Qilin gave him a look, showing no emotion, but he chickened out.

So he found a way to back down: "Never mind, training a child is not as important as eating. I'll go to the kitchen and check on the food. Why is it taking so long to prepare?"

After saying that, Zhang Haiyan slowly walked out of the house, and after only a few steps around the corner, he ran into Zhang Xiaoshe.

The person didn't go far at all.

Squatting on a stone bench, he was happily eating a bag of spicy strips.

They stared at each other, feeling extremely awkward.

"Is it tasty?"

Zhang Haiyan asked leisurely.

Zhang Xiaoshe nervously swallowed the spicy snack in his mouth, forcing himself to remain calm and unable to say anything against his conscience. He nodded honestly, "It's delicious. I have more here. Do you want some?"

"No, I didn't mean the spicy strips." Zhang Haiyan quietly approached, bent down, and asked, "I meant our melon, is it good?"

"Watermelon? What watermelon? You want to eat watermelon?"

Zhang Xiaoshe clearly didn't understand.

Regardless of whether the other person understood or not, Zhang Haiyan was now seething with anger: "You still have the leisure to sit outside like a bystander? When did the Zhang family become so gossipy? I think you're the one who needs to be taught a lesson!"

After saying that, he threw a punch.

Zhang Xiaoshe's body trembled, and he suddenly did a backflip.

The fist was dodged.

But the spicy snack fell to the ground and died.

Zhang Xiaoshe let out a wail and stopped dodging, starting a fight with Zhang Haiyan in the open space.

"Click—"

"Click—"

"Click—"

The sound of people cracking sunflower seeds could be heard from the open space.

Shen Mingchao walked over, gently patted the child's head, and said with satisfaction, "Very good, you have mastered the essence of gossiping."

The little boy looked up at the beautiful older sister. Having just been verbally reprimanded by Zhang Xiaoshe, he dared not use the title "Clan Chief's Wife" again.

It's a little disappointing.

The two of them are clearly a perfect match.

"Sister, why are Brother Snake and Brother Snake suddenly fighting? Is there some kind of conflict between them?"

Shen Mingchao crossed his arms: "They... are probably just bored out of their minds, so they're sparring."

"Oh~ I understand." The little boy's expression became extremely focused, and he unconsciously began to mimic the movements. This was a perfect opportunity to learn from the teacher, and he wouldn't miss it.

Seeing this, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but whisper to Zhang Haixia and the others who were also watching the show, "It seems I spoke too soon. The children in your Zhang family are indeed more mature than their peers sometimes."

The two of them didn't stop until it was time to eat.

The food on the table was exceptionally plentiful.

Looking at the "Manchu Han Imperial Feast" on the table, Zhang Xiaoshe clutched his ribs, which were throbbing from being kicked, and muttered under his breath, "Strange, I have this inexplicable feeling of being full and ready to go."

"Snapped!"

Someone slapped me on the back of the head.

Zhang Haiyan: "Don't say discouraging things at times like this, or I'll slap you when I'm in a good mood."

Zhang Xiaoshe's face darkened, and he retorted, "I bet you slapped me just as many times as you did."

"Ahem—" Zhang Haike warned the two in a low voice, "Don't talk while eating or sleeping. There are so many outsiders here. Do you want them to laugh at the Zhang family?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Black Bear chimed in, "Actually, we don't mind..."

"We mind," Zhang Haike said with a forced smile. "Just a heads-up, the Zhang family's jokes aren't exactly entertaining."

"Tsk." Hei Xiazi stopped talking. It wasn't that he was scared, but that he didn't want to stand guard with one eye and keep watch with the other at night. He wanted to get a good night's sleep.