Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 672 - 415 Take It Away_2

Two elbows propped on the hard stone roller, Uncle Zhang’s muscles bulged, his right arm as pumped as a gym boss’s, with the addition of a few traces of a bloodthirsty aura.

That was the aura accumulated over years of slaughtering pigs.

Xue Chuchu and Xue Yuantong felt a tug at their hearts, involuntarily worrying for Jiang Ning.

The neighborly old man shouted, "We agreed on 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8..."

Uncle Zhang’s exertion was too fierce, his jowls quivered, ferocious like a pit bull!

"5, 4, 3!" the old man continued the countdown.

Uncle Zhang, unable to achieve success and seeing time running out, held his breath and roared,

"Fall!"

Mr. Qian jumped back in shock.

Jiang Ning calmly seated himself, allowing his opponent to use all his strength while his arm remained unmoved,

As soon as the 10 seconds were up, Jiang Ning applied a tiny bit of power and slowly pressed to the right.

Uncle Zhang felt it was not the arm of a human but a hydraulic press.

Jiang Ning steadily pushed down, and Uncle Zhang watched helplessly as his arm was slowly pressed down.

’I can’t lose to this brat!’ Uncle Zhang bet the face he earned slaughtering pigs for twenty years and fought desperately.

Then Jiang Ning applied just a bit more strength, pushed down, and Uncle Zhang’s stool went crooked. Instantly, there was a "bang" as he fell over backwards.

Xue Yuantong cheerfully exclaimed, "We won, we won!"

It’s no wonder – the Jiang Ning who ate their family’s food was too impressive!

Xue Chuchu pursed her lips and smiled; the struggle between men was quite interesting.

The old man bent down to help Uncle Zhang up and even patted off the dust. When Uncle Zhang looked at Jiang Ning again, his expression was a mix of shock and disbelief.

He had arm-wrestled with many people before, had lost before, but those he lost to were either more muscular than him or had specifically trained. He had never seen anyone like Jiang Ning, tall and thin, seemingly without much strength!

’How did I lose?’ Uncle Zhang fumed internally.

Jiang Ning switched to his left hand, "Shall we try again?"

Uncle Zhang shook his hands, "Never mind, never mind, you’ve got skills."

Having embarrassed himself once, could he afford to do it again?

Jiang Ning won the match, but didn’t mention the pig tail, and neither did the neighborly old man or Xue Yuantong.

They treated it as if he were joking, but after Uncle Zhang lost, he solemnly went back inside and within half a minute, came out with a pinkish pig tail and dropped it on the stone roller.

"Xiao Jiang, your Uncle Zhang keeps his word, take it!"

Xue Yuantong’s smile was radiant, "How could I possibly accept this?"

"Take it!" After delivering the pig tail, Uncle Zhang, too embarrassed to stay, turned and went home.

But the Black Back Wolf Dog that belonged to him still lay on the ground.

As Jiang Ning’s glance swept over, the wolf dog quickly stuck out its tongue, showing a pleasing demeanor.

"Oh, this dog is quite friendly," Mr. Qian extended his hand as if to pet the dog’s head, but the animal immediately bared its teeth, suddenly quite intimidating.

Mr. Qian’s hand stopped midway and hurriedly retracted, "You vicious dog!"

...

Noon.

Aunt Gu and Hua Fengmei were working overtime at the Changqing Liquid Company and did not come home for lunch.

With only three people at home, Xue Yuantong made braised pig tail, its rich aroma wafting far away, reaching Uncle Zhang a few rooms over, churning his stomach even more!

Annoyed, he tossed and turned on his mat, no longer able to eat his lunch.

Jiang Ning cut some watermelon, freshly picked from Hu Qi Mountain. The watermelons he planted weren’t all ready at the same time; throughout summer, fresh ones ripened continually, and he had chilled them in advance.

Xue Chuchu stir-fried green beans and eggplant, and also made unleavened pancakes with an electric baking pan. freewebnσvel.cѳm

After Xue Yuantong finished serving the dishes, she took out a glass jar with a sealed lid from the refrigerator.

She had homemade honey lemon drink; using tweezers, she took out three slices, placed them in a glass, poured in pure water, added four ice cubes, and created a refreshing and sweet lemon water that stimulated the tastebuds.

Today, Jiang Ning had achieved a great feat, so he was the first to enjoy the honey lemon water. After a sip, he found it surprisingly delicious.

Hmm, it was several notches better than the lemon water he had tried in his previous life at Mixue Ice City.

During the meal, Xue Chuchu only had green beans and eggplant, and watermelon.

The watermelon was so delicious, she couldn’t stop eating.

Jiang Ning was puzzled, "Won’t you even taste the pig tail?"

Xue Chuchu shook her head. Seeing the pig tail, for some reason, she had no appetite, just as some people don’t eat stinky tofu, durian, or preserved eggs.

Xue Yuantong said, "Try a piece, it’s really delicious!"

Unable to resist her enthusiasm, Xue Chuchu tried a piece and found, to her surprise, that it was unexpectedly tasty, not at all what she had imagined.

During the meal, several dogs came over to watch, including Uncle Zhang’s black back wolf dog. Jiang Ning threw out a bone, and the wolf dog caught it in one bite.

The other little dogs could only look on enviously.

After feeding some pig bones, the black back wolf dog became noticeably more loyal, lying down on the ground, guarding the entrance to the Xue family’s house.

Uncle Zhang, not seeing his dog return, stepped out only to find his wolf dog fawning at someone else’s doorstep, tongue lolling out, looking every bit the sycophantic dog.

Uncle Zhang’s face twitched with anger, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the wolf dog had become a stranger.

He remembered the effort he put into buying the dog, begging high and low, asking an old friend for help to find a breed, spending several months until he finally selected this large wolf dog, and the eight thousand yuan he’d spent on it.

In the end, he personally drove a small truck to bring it home.

He had given it the best meat to eat, but he had never seen it display this fawning behavior in front of him.

After killing pigs for twenty years, his heart, as cold as a knife, was unexpectedly pained.

Seeing Uncle Zhang arrive, Xue Yuantong smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, thanks for the pig tails. Let me serve you a bowl!"

She pretended to fill a bowl for him.

"Just eat," Uncle Zhang refused sternly. He stepped toward the black back wolf dog and shouted, "You worthless dog, come home with me!"

As soon as he said this, the previously fawning dog suddenly bared its teeth and snarled viciously, frightening.

"You worthless dog, do you want to die!"

Uncle Zhang, furious, picked up his large palm like a fan and gave the wolf dog a heavy slap.

The wolf dog snapped its jaws in response.

Uncle Zhang, able to subdue several hundred pounds of fat pigs, how could a wolf dog be any different?

His true anger was evident in his eyes, an unmistakable fierceness that seemed to carry a deadly aura. The wolf dog, previously so arrogant, now seemed intimidated.

With its keen sense of smell, the wolf dog detected the year-long scent of raw meat and blood on Uncle Zhang, as well as Uncle Zhang’s rage. The wolf dog let out a pitiful whine and lay on the ground, tightly pressing its limbs, not daring to resist any longer.

Uncle Zhang, dragging the dog, left angrily, but the wolf dog looked back every three steps, reluctantly gazing at the Xue family.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhang could almost taste a dog meat hot pot!

What on earth!

...

In the city center, inside a large flat apartment.

Aunt served the dishes on the dining table, with fish, meat, fruits, and desserts—very lavish.

Dressed in home clothes, Shen Qing’e stood in front of the rice cooker, dishing out rice.

She knew that, living under someone else’s roof, she must never be lazy. People’s hearts can change easily, and if Aunt became dissatisfied, she would be the one who suffered.

There were only four people at home for the meal: Aunt, Jiang Junlong, Shen Qing’e, and her sister, who was also Aunt’s daughter-in-law.

"Longlong, when does your school break for summer?" Aunt, in her forties with crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, looked younger than many women her age, given her comfortable home.

"I see Qing’e is already on break."

Jiang Junlong said, "We aren’t yet. Summer vacation lasts until August."

After hearing this, Aunt had a plan: "Once you’re on break, and the weather’s hot, I’ll sign you up for a cram course."

Hearing this, Jiang Junlong became distressed, "Mom, can’t I rest during the break?"

"Now is not the time for you to rest," Aunt said lightly, picking up a piece of rib and placing it in her son’s bowl, which was already piled high with food.

Jiang Junlong felt very aggrieved as he forced himself to eat the meat.

He protested, "Brother Ning gets two months off, and he isn’t enrolled in any cram courses?"

Aunt said, "He’s at Fourth Middle School, and you’re at Second Middle School, can you even compare?"

Jiang Junlong stubbornly said, "His grades are even better than ours in the Qingbei Class at Second Middle School."

Aunt got irritated, "Talking back, huh? Fine, I’ll call Jiang Ning’s mother later and get him into a cram course."

Jiang Junlong let out a "Heh."

Aunt didn’t understand the meaning of "heh," but felt it wasn’t anything good, so she scolded her son, "What are you capable of? Do you know how hard your father works to make money? Do you see how late he’s busy every day, and you still don’t study hard?"

"You’re not even as good as your cousin from Uncle Yao’s family. She’s been doing part-time jobs recently!"

The sister-in-law intervened, "Mom, lighten up a bit."

Shen Qing’e didn’t meddle in family affairs and quietly ate her meal.