Chapter 131: A Record of the Yang Family's Defeats
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That evening while cooking, Xiao Weiguo couldn’t find the piece of meat anywhere. He asked Xiao Pingle, “Dad, where did my piece of meat go?”
“Oh, that piece of meat? No, let’s have a vegetarian meal today. Tomorrow we’re renovating the house, so it’s better to save it for that. No need to buy more meat, every bit counts,” Xiao Pingle replied.
“All right then. I was actually hoping to cook you some braised pork after you worked all afternoon, but never mind,” Xiao Weiguo said, pulling out two vegetable dishes to stir-fry instead.
“Braised pork?” Xiao Pingle’s mouth watered instantly, caught in a dilemma.
“Well, I thought it wouldn’t be right to let the master chef eat leftover meat. How about buying fresh meat tomorrow? The piece is in the second cabinet,” Xiao Weiguo chuckled as he retrieved it and quickly prepared it.
Soon, a bowl of glossy, red-braised pork and a plate of stir-fried green beans came fresh off the stove, paired with fragrant steamed rice.
Xiao Pingle’s saliva practically dripped into his bowl.
Then, his stomach seemed bottomless as he devoured the food voraciously.
Seeing this, Xiao Weiguo’s appetite soared too, and the two began playfully competing over the meat.
“Ah, this feels great,” Xiao Pingle sighed, sipping the now lukewarm jasmine tea and savoring the lingering flavors.
That night, Xiao Weiguo and Xiao Pingle lay in bed as before.
The familiar stench of his father’s feet filled the air, and Xiao Weiguo felt a pang of regret.
He had been careless; today’s must-do task was to buy a small bed.
What a torment.
Just as Xiao Weiguo was struggling to sleep amid the foot odor, he heard some noise from the courtyard.
He had been wary of the two brothers from the Yang family all along.
Hearing the movement, he immediately sent out his spiritual senses to observe.
He saw Yang Hu carrying a bucket of something, struggling toward the two back houses.
Yang Bao was standing guard nearby.
Xiao Weiguo glanced into the bucket and felt disgusted to the core.
It contained a mixture of yellowish-white substances that made his spiritual energy feel contaminated.
An intense fury welled up—he hadn’t expected them to be waiting there.
The master craftsman was arriving tomorrow for repairs, and if they dumped this into the house today, it would delay the work by at least half a month—not to mention how revolting it was.
Those two brothers were truly disgusting, doing vile things to disgust others.
Xiao Weiguo didn’t hesitate; he got up, turned on the room lights, and pretended he was about to go out.
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Outside in the yard, the Yang brothers were closely watching Xiao Weiguo’s movements.
Seeing someone inside the house about to come out, they hurriedly grabbed the bucket and ran back home to hide.
They planned to continue their scheme once the Xiao family had gone back to sleep.
Unexpectedly, just as Yang Hu was about to enter, he tripped on the threshold for some unknown reason.
He was about to fall, and the wooden bucket in his hands flew directly toward his head.
At an incredibly awkward angle, the yellowish-white contents of the bucket scattered like a divine shower all over the room.
“Ah…”
Yang Hu and Yang Bao were doused thoroughly and evenly. At this moment, Yang Bao truly lived up to his name, becoming a golden leopard.
Yang Lao Tai, lying inside, was about to speak as the two entered, but was taken aback by what happened next.
A large glob landed straight into her mouth, causing her to immediately spit out all the milk she had since childhood.
The three inside the house were completely devastated.
Yang Bao furiously vented at Yang Hu with a torrent of curses.
Yang Hu was aggrieved, wondering how he could have been so careless.
They couldn’t stay there any longer. They had to leave quickly to clean up.
Xiao Weiguo kept observing with his spiritual senses, delighted at the trio’s miserable plight.
To think they dared to use such a trick against him; now it was time for the Yang family to taste their own medicine.
Yang Lao Tai was probably the best judge of the situation and could accurately estimate how long the fermentation had taken.
Just then, the two brothers showed signs of wanting to come out.
Xiao Weiguo put on his clothes and, making some noise, went out into the backyard.
Looking up at the starless night sky, he said, “Wow, the moon is so full tonight. I’m going to enjoy the moonlight in the yard.”
Xiao Pingle was woken by the noise and thought to himself, “This kid can’t be sick, can he? The clouds have covered the sky—how can there be a moon?”
He turned over and went back to sleep.
Hearing Xiao Weiguo was outside, Yang Hu immediately stopped in his tracks and glanced at the golden leopard beside him.
“What do we do now?”
Yang Bao was at a loss too: going out now would bring shame for a lifetime. They absolutely couldn’t leave.
At this moment, Yang Lao Tai could no longer bear it and let out a proud shout.
Yang Hu rushed to cover his mother’s mouth with his hand, but some residue remained on it.
Yang Lao Tai suffered the same fate again.
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The next moment, she also vomited the milk from her previous life.
The house was now filthier and smellier than the public toilets at the alley’s entrance.
Just then, Elder Liu Qingchang, draped in a coat, stepped out into the yard. Seeing Xiao Weiguo, he asked, “Weiguo, did you smell that awful stench? It’s so bad.”
“Elder Liu, I don’t know. I just came out. Now that you mention it, I do smell something foul. Maybe some family is playing with something disgusting,” Xiao Weiguo replied.
“How strange. Tomorrow, I’ll check the houses in the yard to find out what’s going on. Maybe some kid brought stuff back from the public toilet to play with,” Elder Liu said, scratching his head before returning inside.
Xiao Weiguo then took a stool out of his house.
To enjoy the moonlight properly, one must look the part—he just needed some mooncakes to complete the scene.
Seeing Xiao Weiguo’s behavior, Yang Bao felt utterly defeated.
Glancing around their home, he saw there was still half a jar of water in the water tank and decided to use it to wipe himself down.
Yang Hu saw this and immediately grabbed some water to do the same.
The two roughly cleaned themselves up, looking a bit less filthy.
They deliberately ignored their mother lying on the bed and the total mess in the house.
They glanced around nervously and, under Xiao Weiguo’s watchful gaze, dashed out of the yard at lightning speed.
Several neighbors turned on their lights and peeked out, suspecting a thief had entered the yard.
Xiao Weiguo watched the two brothers leave, thinking today’s trouble was probably over.
Inwardly, he pondered how to deal with this family next. He was too passive right now.
Like today—if he hadn’t discovered this early, it would have become a lifetime disgrace for his family, a source of endless disgust.
He went back inside, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
The next day was Saturday, but in this era, there were no weekends off; work still awaited.
The yard was bustling early in the morning.
Especially the backyard—many people gathered around Elder Liu, chatting.
“Elder Liu, why does our yard smell so bad today? I can’t even eat my new meat buns,” someone complained, holding up a meat bun to show off.
Elder Liu soothed the crowd, saying, “I noticed the smell last night. I don’t have classes this morning, so I’ll check every house to find the source. Everyone hurry to work; we’re already late.”
Xiao Weiguo thought to himself, “Elder Liu better not eat breakfast this morning, or it’ll be wasted.”