"Hmph, big brother, aren’t you taking yourself a bit too seriously! Cook for you? Haha, who do you think you are? Am I very familiar with you?" Wang Qiang’s words were full of sarcasm. He thought it through clearly; the man has nothing now, so he, having all the food, holds the upper hand.
The corner of the big man’s mouth twitched, he glanced at Wang Qiang with slanted eyebrows, his thick brows immediately forming an eight: "What’s the matter, kid, you made me homeless, now can’t I have a meal with you guys?"
Listening to the other side’s bullshit theory, Wang Qiang got even more enraged: "Hmph! And you have the nerve to speak! If you had opened the door for us earlier, would we be in this situation now! Haha, do you know what this is? It’s called karma, even the heavens can’t stand you watching us die without help!"
This last word "karma" seemed to have stepped on the tiger’s tail, the big man slapped his hand on the wooden table, causing two porcelain bowls to clash together with a crisp "bang".
"You little bastard! Watch your damn mouth! What do you mean we watched you die without helping? Damn, if it weren’t for you bringing those beasts here, would I be trapped here now?"
The big man was not to be outdone, his large eyes glared fiercely at Wang Qiang.
The atmosphere in the small room instantly dropped to freezing point, and Tang Xiaoquan’s heart twisted into a knot.
"What are you guys doing! What do you really want! Isn’t it messy enough? If you really want to fight, well, open the door, go out and fight, I promise I won’t stop you!"
Sometimes the best way to deal with two hot-tempered people is to be even more explosive than they are.
And at this moment, Tang Xiaoquan was undoubtedly driven mad by these two guys who didn’t know how to adjust themselves, he appeared like a shrew as he stood between the two, his large hands constantly pointing and gesturing.
As it turns out, his hysterical actions indeed stunned those two who were confronting each other.
Wang Qiang stood dumbfounded, and the big man stared foolishly, both pairs of eyes focused on Tang Xiaoquan.
Seeing his reprimand was effective, Tang Xiaoquan didn’t dare to delay, quickly continuing: "Gentlemen, I beg you to clarify, your enemy is not each other, it’s those beasts outside! I hope you can temporarily set aside your dispute, at least in this room, at least while we’re together, and be a bit united. Otherwise, we’ll really be trapped here!"
There was no scolding; no reprimanding; just simple reason, but it’s often this kind of easily understandable logic that is the most convincing.
The big man stared silently at Tang Xiaoquan for two seconds before bowing his head and retreating to his spot.
Without an opponent to target, Wang Qiang naturally had to withdraw as well.
So, the room fell into dead silence once again.
"Ah," Tang Xiaoquan sighed long and helplessly. Sometimes he really didn’t want to interfere in this endless childish tussle between the two.
But for some reason, his subconscious had taken on the life and death responsibility of this team on his shoulders.
This is probably what’s called a "sense of mission"!
Looking at the silent two, Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t judge how effective his words were.
But one thing is certain, it seems that he’ll have to cook this meal himself.
Bending over to the rice bag, Tang Xiaoquan slightly bowed, reaching out to grab the rice bag, but just as his palm was about to touch it, a large hand grabbed his wrist.
"I said it! I’ll do the cooking!" Without extra nonsense, Wang Qiang snatched up the rice bag on the floor like he was grabbing a wife, then brushed off his backside and headed toward the kitchen.
"Ah~" Another long sigh, it goes without saying, with his years of understanding of his brother, Tang Xiaoquan could basically ascertain that the latter wasn’t pleased with him right now.
However, displeasure or not, as long as he can continue to maintain this surface peace with the man, doing a bit more dirty work doesn’t bother him.
He called over Huang Yaru, and whispered a few words to her, mainly regarding how many bowls of rice to cook.
After all, he didn’t want Wang Qiang to get angry and cook up all the rice. They don’t have the opportunity for another adventure right now, so the rice they have on hand will be their foundation for survival in the coming days.
In addition, he specifically instructed Huang Yaru to persuade Wang Qiang to cook rice for the big man and his nephew because often, a small favor might engender gratitude.
Moreover, at this critical moment, even if you don’t give the other side food, it doesn’t mean they won’t have scheming thoughts, because as the saying goes, a cornered dog will leap over a wall; Tang Xiaoquan didn’t want to see their team get destroyed over a meal.
Watching Huang Yaru leave, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly thought that this woman wasn’t as useless as he imagined, at least in this moment, he had to admit, her role was bigger than his.
Because only she could persuade Wang Qiang in his burning rage.
Time flew by as Tang Xiaoquan mused, and when Wang Qiang reappeared in the living room, he was carrying a pot full of steaming, fragrant, cooked rice.
Indeed, nothing is more gratifying than a good meal after a tiring day.
As soon as the hot pot was placed on the table, everyone’s gaze moved directly over.
Ah Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, praying that there’d be a portion for him in that pot of rice.
Huang Yaru immediately handed over a ladle, which Wang Qiang took, raising his eyebrows to glance at the big man seated next to him, his eyes showing disdain.
The rice was divided into three portions, one was handed to Huang Yaru in a porcelain bowl, and the other was placed in front of the big man.
"Here, take it!" Wang Qiang said softly, with some reluctance.
Slightly taken aback, the big man hesitated for a few seconds, clearly not recognizing that the words were directed at him.
But faced with food, his growling belly ultimately led him to abandon his meager pride, and he raised his head.
"Hey, you were the one who was yelling for food, now it’s given to you, and you..."
"Qiang!" Huang Yaru’s stern shout fell, and she shook her head with a frown.
As it turns out, Wang Qiang stopped his words immediately upon hearing her, then carried the pot of rice over to Tang Xiaoquan. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fiɾe·net
Watching his brother’s deflated appearance, Tang Xiaoquan felt a bit responsible.
Undoubtedly, his judgment was correct again, Huang Yaru indeed had the ability to temper Wang Qiang’s temper, and her presence effectively weaved through the increasingly severe tension.
But looking forward, this poses a hidden danger, at least for now, in Tang Xiaoquan’s eyes, Huang Yaru remains an unstable safety factor.