White Madam said coldly, “I thought your face wouldn’t be this thick. Looks like I still underestimated you.”
She had already blocked his contact information, yet this thing still dared to call her.
“Little sister, I really had no choice. Yesterday’s hailstorm caused a power outage at home. I’m freezing to death, and all the food I had is gone. If you don’t save me, I’ll really die.”
White Madam turned on speakerphone, and everyone heard this ridiculous plea.
Jiang Lang immediately said, “Uncle, you have no food? Do you think we do? We also have no electricity and no grain. How are we supposed to save you? Besides, if you’re about to die, call the police. The police won’t just watch you die. What’s the point of calling us? Even if you die, we won’t come to collect your body.”
What an utterly shameless freeloader.
Others without food at least knew to rush to supermarkets to grab supplies, but this one wanted to come mooch off them.
Greedy and disgusting.
Jiang Gan immediately gave his sister a thumbs-up.
Jiang Lang raised her eyebrows and continued eating a piece of tripe with her chopsticks.
Jiang Gan immediately reached over to steal it.
Good kid—how dare he steal food from her chopsticks, did he want to live?
Jiang Lang snatched it back instantly.
Professor Jiang, afraid the two of them would watch the drama while fighting over food and end up finishing everything in the hotpot, casually said, “Don’t fight, there’s still a lot.”
After the chopstick battle ended, the two finally looked at their father—only to realize they had been fighting while he had become the fisherman reaping the benefits.
“Where’s my shrimp paste?”
“Where’s my beef?”
Ah, they lost the big for the small.
White Madam on the side laughed uncontrollably, casually hung up the phone, and happily went back to eating.
The whole family ate until their bellies were round.
On the other side.
All the laughter and chaos from Jiang Lang’s family reached Uncle Bai’s ears.
His face twisted in rage. “Damn it! They said they had no food, but I’m freezing and starving here, and they’re eating hotpot at home! A bunch of bastards!”
Unfortunately, he could not move even a step, let alone reach the Jiang family.
Aunt Bai sneered beside him, “I knew your so-called good sister couldn’t be relied on. Now even that little bitch Jiang Lang dares to insult you elders.”
Since White Madam’s provocation two days ago, their relationship had worsened. Now they mocked each other constantly, refusing to back down, fighting three times a day like routine.
“At least I’m better than you. You’ve been relying on me to mooch from the Jiang family for so long. That fat body of yours was built off it! Without me, could you even afford those expensive clothes? You fat pig!”
“And you, gambling addict! You’ve already lost the whole family fortune, and you still have the nerve to talk!”
After the meal, Professor Jiang and Jiang Gan went to repair the windows.
The kitchen window had been shattered by last night’s hailstorm. Cold wind kept pouring in like sharp blades stabbing into their bones—it was freezing.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lang and White Madam took advantage of the break in weather to shovel the ice off the balcony.
Even though it was warm inside, they couldn’t just stay indoors all the time. After hotpot, doing some physical work helped digestion anyway.
The balcony floor was covered in a thick layer of ice—hail that had melted and refrozen into a solid sheet.
Fully bundled up, Jiang Lang used a small shovel and forcefully chipped at the ice. With a stomp of her foot on the shovel, the ice cracked open. White Madam swept the broken pieces into trash bags.
After a long while, the balcony was finally cleaned.
Then the phone rang.
It was Gong Yan.
“Hello, Mr. Gong,” Jiang Lang said as she quickly put down her tools and answered.
“Mm. Are you okay?”