Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"That's it. It won't hurt to clean up later."

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Gu Panxia didn't say much.

At this moment, the village chief and an old man about the same age as the old woman walked in.

The two of them each held a large basin. The village chief held a basin of pig's feet and soybeans, and the old man held a large basin full of white-flour steamed buns.

Behind the two of them, a delicate girl about the same age as Mo Xue walked in. The girl was carrying a basin of dishes and chopsticks, and followed the two of them shyly.

"Hey, Xiaoying, why are you here?"

When the old woman saw the girl, her kind smile appeared on her face again.

Xiaoying placed the basin on a small wooden table on the kang, then blushed and timidly replied: "Grandma Guan, my mother knew that you had a new guest here, so she asked me to come over and help clean up. place."

The old woman took Xiaoying's hand and said with a smile: "Your mother is interested!"

Here, the old man took out two large bowls and filled them with a full bowl of pig's feet stewed with soybeans. He also took a large bowl full of white flour steamed buns and placed them on the small table in front of Mochi and others.

After the old man finished serving, he said with an apology on his face: "I have kept you waiting for a long time. There is nothing delicious here, old man. There are only these steamed buns. Please don't be disgusted by the guests."

The disciple who just shouted wanted to say something, but when he met the village chief's sharp gaze, he had no choice but to flatten his mouth, pick up the steamed buns with a dissatisfied expression, and eat them silently with a few others.

The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mochi picking up the steamed buns and starting to chew them.

He turned around and served the same amount of pork, stewed soybeans and white flour steamed buns to Gu Panxia and others. He said the same thing again, and then walked out of the house with the village chief, the old woman and others.

Gu Panxia and others had been on the road, so they didn't have time to eat. Now that there was hot food, they all started to eat.

When the people over there saw that the village chief had left, the disciple who had yelled at the old woman suddenly got off the kang and walked over to Panxia and the others.

Before they could react, he had already picked up the bowl of white steamed buns in front of them, dumped it directly on the ground, and then stepped on it several times with his feet.

When a few people came to their senses, the white steamed buns had been trampled into crumbs.

The faces of several people suddenly darkened. However, before they could get angry, the disciple suddenly sneered and said, "They are just a few humble ordinary people who dare to eat the same food as us."

After he finished speaking, he threw the big porcelain bowl in his hand to the ground.

Over there, Mo Chi raised his head and glanced here, but after just one glance, he looked away without caring.

Gu Panxia stared coldly at the disciple who was crossing his chest with his hands and looking at them with disdain.

She opened her red lips lightly and said word by word: "A humble ordinary person?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly chuckled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

The disciple snorted coldly and said, "Huh! Just know that you are a humble ordinary person, trash!"

After saying that, he wanted to reach out and grab the bowl of pig's feet stewed with soybeans, but this time he didn't get it as he wished.

His hand that had just reached halfway was held tightly by Mu Qing. In an instant, a shrill scream accompanied by the sound of broken finger bones rang out in the room.

Mu Qing calmly shook the hand away, and then said coldly: "Trash!"

This useless sentence caused the disciple, who was originally pale due to pain, to turn red instantly.

He called others a waste, but was killed with one move.

If they are trash, then isn't he even worse than trash?