Chapter 26: Loving Pork Knuckles to Death
Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Loving Pork Knuckles to Death
She usually didn’t laugh unless something was truly hilarious.
Really!
Lu Wu had to turn away and give herself a serious pep talk before she could stop smiling.
She had learned what happened from Yaya.
Seeing these kids—some climbing the wall, some ramming the door, all for a bite to eat—she couldn’t help but be amused.
The behavior was definitely bad, but the whole process was comedy gold.
"Ahem, get up."
’No need for such a grand bow.’ Lu Wu continued to suppress the corners of her mouth.
Behind her, Yaya poked her head out and looked at the Little Fatty in confusion.
"Pang, why are you lying on the ground? There’s no good food down there."
In Yaya’s heart, delicious food was number one. Pang could only rank second.
Fortunately, their childhood bond was still strong. She trotted over and helped the Little Fatty up.
"Pang, let me tell you, the big sister and grandpa are super nice! They weren’t mad, they saved me, and they even gave me something delicious."
Yaya couldn’t help but lick the corner of her mouth.
She had only eaten a small piece earlier. It wasn’t that she didn’t love it, but she wanted to take it back to share with her family.
The kind big sister had agreed and even packed two large pork knuckles for her.
Yaya’s heart was filled with glee.
"Huh?"
The Little Fatty stood up. As he listened to Yaya’s story, his eyes automatically followed the source of the aroma, staring intently at the bowl in Lu Wu’s hands.
RUMBLE!
The sound from his stomach made the Little Fatty press a hand against it.
"You want some too?"
Lu Wu asked, deliberately putting on a stern face.
"But naughty children don’t get any delicious food."
Frightened by Lu Wu’s serious expression, the Little Fatty’s lips trembled as he was about to cry, but Lu Wu wasn’t one to coddle him.
"Cry again, and you won’t even get the broth."
A single sentence was enough to make the Little Fatty clap a hand over his mouth and hiccup.
’So mad!’
"How about this? Promise me you’ll be a good boy from now on and won’t climb walls anymore, and I’ll give you something delicious."
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lu Wu lowered the bowl so the Little Fatty could see the pork knuckle inside.
The tender skin was full of elasticity, just like the Little Fatty’s own chubby belly.
No one had ever taught the Little Fatty to be obedient. Right now, he looked up with his pale, chubby face at Lu Wu’s mock-ferocious expression, and he really wanted to refuse.
But that pork knuckle looked too delicious.
It looked tastier than any meat dish his mother had ever made.
His stomach’s cries grew louder. Still unaware of what pride was, the Little Fatty shamefully gave in to the temptation of good food.
"Okay, I promise you,"
he said in a small voice, sneaking glances at Lu Wu.
"You have to keep your word, or you’ll get a spanking."
Lu Wu didn’t trouble the Little Fatty any further and handed one of the bowls to him.
"This one is for you, and this is for Yaya. Go on home and eat."
Patting the two little ones on the head, Lu Wu gestured for them to hurry home.
Realizing he had gotten the delicious food so easily, the Little Fatty blushed.
He lowered his head, fidgeting with the hem of his clothes for a while before saying, "I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have had people climb the wall into your house, big sister."
After blurting that out, he took off running with the big bowl, not even sparing a glance for his favorite little sister Yaya.
Fortunately, Yaya didn’t mind, because she was also running off with her bowl.
Watching the two of them run off without a care for the other, Lu Wu suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
’Did I just accidentally break up a ship?’
"Well, I’ll be heading back too."
After dealing with the little ones, Uncle Li, carrying a large food container, slowly bid farewell to Lu Wu. As he walked out the door, he dispelled the Array along the way.
"By the way, Boss Xiao Lu, what’s this pork knuckle called?"
Uncle Li asked.
He remembered that Boss Xiao Lu had a rather wicked sense of humor when it came to naming things.
The "innocent" name of the "Innocent Little Meat Bun" was still the stuff of legend within the sect.
...
Faced with this question, Lu Wu fell silent.
She understood Uncle Li’s teasing, but she really wanted to say that she wasn’t the one who came up with the name.
’It was the System!’
’The one with the wicked sense of humor is the System!’
[...]
"Ahem, it’s called the ’Love You to Death Pork Knuckle’."
Lu Wu managed to force the words out, earning an "I knew it" look from Uncle Li.
Lu Wu felt her face burn with embarrassment.
"Take care, Uncle Li." Lu Wu shut the door, blocking his visual assault.
By now, the sky had completely brightened, and the sunlight was just right.
Lu Wu placed all the prepared pork knuckles from the kitchen into her storage bag for preservation.
The cooking time for these pork knuckles was very long, so they couldn’t be made on the spot. They had to be prepared at home beforehand.
Having eaten her fill of pork knuckle, Lu Wu lay in the courtyard, sunbathing and enjoying the sunlight.
Next door, Uncle Li opened his food container.
Boss Xiao Lu had been very generous with him, even letting him pack five large pork knuckles to take home and eat at his leisure.
But Uncle Li was definitely not the type to eat alone.
Besides, this was a benefit he had procured for the members of the Bun Sect.
"Anyone want some pork knuckle?"
Uncle Li sent a tentative message in the sect chat.
At this hour, not many people were active in the sect, but there were still some around.
For example, Lou Xiaotian, who was always keeping an eye on Uncle Li’s activity, knew the inside story.
’Coming from Uncle Li, who lives right next door to Boss Lu, that sentence definitely has a deeper meaning.’
But some people didn’t think so.
"Pork knuckle? What pork knuckle?"
"We are people of the Bun Sect! Our one true love is Boss Lu’s buns! No other food is allowed to be mentioned in the sect. This is blasphemy against Boss Lu!"
"That’s right, we must keep the Bun Sect pure!"
These were the fanatics of the sect.
They treated Lu Wu’s buns as gospel, adhering to the principle of "buns first" for life.
And after this statement, many followers jumped on the bandwagon, echoing similar sentiments.
Uncle Li didn’t scold them. Instead, he smiled cunningly.
’Hey, I gave them a chance. They’re the ones who don’t want it.’
Just as Uncle Li was about to enjoy all five pork knuckles by himself, he saw that two people had sent him a private message.
The first was Lou Xiaotian.
"Great Elder, I want pork knuckle."
The moment he saw the message, Uncle Li pouted in annoyance.
’I knew it. This kid has figured it out. Can’t fool him.’
"Great Elder, let me ask you secretly... was this pork knuckle made by Boss Lu herself?"
"Yes."
Uncle Li confirmed it outright.
There was no hiding it anyway.
"I knew it!"
Lou Xiaotian, who had still been in bed, leaped up and started dancing with joy.
The scene of his own child going crazy was captured by Lou Batian’s Spiritual Sense.
He was about to scold him, but then a thought struck him. His eyes lit up, and just as he was about to sneak over and give his son a "surprise," his ear was yanked.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
It was his wife, Li Wan.
Don’t be fooled by Li Wan’s gentle and charming appearance; her personality was actually domineering and forceful.
Lou Batian didn’t dare to lie, so he had no choice but to voice his suspicions.
"You’re saying Xiaotian got his hands on some delicious food again."
Li Wan perked up too. The taste of those buns was still fresh in her memory.
If she hadn’t been worried about ruining their marital relationship, she would have been tempted to rob Lou Batian right then and there.
"Let’s go, together!"
The pork knuckle was still on its way, and Lou Xiaotian had no idea what a painful lesson he was about to learn.
In an inn in Xiaohe Town, Qin Zhan, who was lurking in the Bun Sect under an alt account, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Because he had missed out on the buns before, he had been living in misery for the past few days, spending all night cultivating without any sleep.
He was just about to rest when he saw the Great Elder’s message.
In that instant, he was enlightened.
’As expected, good things come to those who stay up late.’
"Hee hee!"