Chapter 1189 Apology

Xiaobao picked up a piece of mud on the ground and threw it towards Jinshan, "You thief! You said that others are thieves, but it turns out that you are the thief yourself. You also climbed over the wall of our backyard. To be honest, do you want to come to our house to steal? vegetable?"

Jinshan looked at the direction the mud was coming from and wanted to avoid it, but the mud seemed to have eyes and he couldn't avoid it. His face was covered with mud.

No nose, eyes or mouth can be seen.

Everyone laughed, and even Mr. Li Zheng didn't say a word.

Jinshan wiped the mud off his face and cursed loudly, "You foreign brat, are you looking for death?"

This time there was no need for Xiaobao to do anything. With a look from Xiaobao, several other members of Xiaobao's brother group imitated Xiaobao's example, picked up mud from the ground, and smashed Jinshan all over their bodies.

Jinshan is in a very embarrassed state.

"Sama Satsuma, even if their family grows vegetables well, the rice and noodles must have expired!"

Huan Qingyan glanced at him, and Jinshan lowered his head with guilt.

Huan Qingyan took them to the warehouse in the backyard again.

The warehouse is very clean and dry, without any peculiar smell.

There were wooden shelves and tables on the walls on both sides. There were more than a dozen bags of rice and flour piled on the shelves.

Old man Li Zheng checked it and found that it was all very fresh.

The rice grains are full, hard in texture, white in color, the grains are crystal clear, and it also has a unique green leaf fragrance.

The flour is also as white and delicate as butter. It is completely loose and not sticky at all. When you pick up a little bit with your fingers, you can't feel the friction of the particles at all. It is the best flour.

Huan Qingyan said, "These are all the flour and rice we bought when we first moved to Wuming Town. Now more than three months have passed, and we have kept them well, so there should be no problem. What do you think?"

Lord Satsuma nodded repeatedly. These flour and rice were much better than what he usually saw.

As for the fact that it was more than three months ago, he couldn't tell at all, and there was nothing unusual about ordinary rice noodles that had been there for a year.

"It's absolutely fine. You can use it for a year. Okay, I was too gullible today and was rude. I am here to apologize to you and your wife."

Everyone was talking a lot.

"Have you seen that the vegetables grown by my sister and the high-quality flour and rice make me feel that the food tastes better?"

"Yes, yes, no wonder it's so delicious. It's no wonder it doesn't taste good with such good ingredients."

"This guy Jinshan just doesn't look down on other people's kindness. Maybe the older girl's shop has taken away his business. Why is this guy so petty?"

"His family has always been domineering because of his sister's relationship."

Lord Li Zheng's face turned ugly when he heard everyone say this. Jinshan was invisibly using him as a weapon.

He glared at Jinshan angrily, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Jinshan couldn't stay any longer. Each member of the Xiaobao brothers threw a ball of mud at him, which was enough for him.

He wanted to grab one of the children and beat him up, but his parents were nearby.

His parents also joined the battle and smeared mud on him. He was unable to defeat four people with only two fists.

Adults and children all besieged him, and he had no choice but to follow Mr. Satsuma in despair and run away.

Huan Qingyan sent everyone out of the courtyard and to the gate.

Jinshan, who was covered in mud, was at the corner of the street with his wife. The two were chatting and discussing something.