Chapter 59 He was forked out and burned to death!

Meng Zhengcheng's eyes sparkled again as he looked at Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Changdong gave him a warning look and glanced at the fishing bag by the door.

Meng Zhengcheng smiled: "..."

Brother-in-laws are really annoying.

If he gets the chance, he'll put toads in his clothes!

Release two!!!

Meng Zihuan didn't know what had happened. He just felt a cool, yet strangely comfortable, sensation on the spot where Qiao Qiao had touched him.

Seeing the shocked looks on the adults' faces, he ran to get a mirror from the table and looked at himself.

Of course he remembered the injury on his chin. He had bumped into a tree while playing around with his classmates, and it had been hurting for two days.

The bruise was gone, and when he poked it, it didn't hurt anymore.

He looked at Qiao Qiao with surprise and said, "My little sister is amazing!"

“This…” Grandma Qiao hesitated.

“It won’t hurt your body. Qiaoqiao will be even stronger in the future.” She pointed to the hideous scar on Meng Zhengcheng’s face: “When Qiaoqiao is even stronger in the future, we’ll treat this scar for my uncle.”

"Really? This is possible?" Meng Zhengcheng didn't really care whether he had scars on his face or not.

Anyway, once you've married a wife and had a son, you don't need to worry about saving face anymore.

However, if he could remove the scar, it would only be beneficial to him, at least making him a less conspicuous target when apprehending suspects.

Moreover, his parents and wife wouldn't constantly worry about his personal safety because of this.

Qiao Qiao nodded, looking extremely serious: "Yes, Qiao Qiao will be very, very amazing in the future!"

The three adults couldn't help but laugh when they saw her proud little face.

However, we still need to give them the necessary instructions, both for the older and younger children.

"It's fine for our family to know about this, but don't show it off in public, and don't treat other people's injuries, understand?"

After giving Qiao Qiao his instructions, he looked at the older one.

“Meng Zihuan, you too, don’t talk nonsense outside. If you do, your sister will be in danger and will be kicked out…”

"I know, I know, I'll be dragged out and burned! I won't tell!" Meng Zihuan replied.

"..." Qiao Qiao.

Okay.

She was forked out and burned to death again.

She had a premonition that she might be kicked out every now and then!

Grandma Qiao didn't know Qiao Qiao had woken up at first. She only made a bowl of noodles for Qiao Changdong. After Qiao Changdong told her that she had woken up, she fried four wild eggs.

Qiao Qiao took a small bowl and asked Qiao Changdong to put some noodles on it, along with two fried eggs, and ate them in small bites.

Meng Zihuan, who was watching from the side, swallowed hard and asked her, "Little sister, what does the fried egg taste like?"

Qiao Qiao knew her brother was craving something, and was about to hand him the small spoon when Qiao Changdong brought over another small bowl and put a fried egg in it.

“Your sister hasn’t eaten all day, don’t be greedy for her,” Qiao Changdong said.

Meng Zihuan blushed slightly, but tried to save face: "I...I'm not greedy, I just wanted to help my sister try it and see what it tastes like..."

Obviously, no one believes that.

Meng Zihuan pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved.

But seeing the golden-brown fried egg in his rice bowl, he couldn't care less about anything else, so he stuffed it into his mouth and ate it, his little eyebrows practically flying up as he ate.

Qiao Changdong looked at him and gave him the last fried egg in the bowl.

After finishing the eggs, Meng Zihuan followed Qiao Qiao and had a bowl of malted milk powder. He had actually drunk a bowl of it near dusk.

Qiao Xiaoyun gives Qiao Qiao two cans every month, and Meng Zihuan also gets one can every month.

His current chubby appearance is inseparable from the bowl of malted milk powder he drinks every night.

He had already drunk some, but seeing Qiao Qiao drink it made him craving more.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content and washing up, Meng Zihuan watched as Grandma Qiao carried Qiao Qiao back to her room to sleep, her big eyes filled with longing, and followed closely behind.

"Grandma, little sister, can I sleep with you tonight?"

This time, Qiao Qiao refused: "No, brother, I want to sleep with my mother. You snore when you sleep."

Actually, it was because she had something she wanted to talk to Grandma Qiao about alone that evening.

The Meng family's house only has two rooms, one for the couple and one for Meng Zihuan.

The two rooms are the same size, and there is no distinction between a master bedroom and a secondary bedroom.

The sleeping arrangements for today are as follows: Qiao Qiao and Grandma Qiao will sleep in one room, Qiao Changdong and Meng Zihuan will sleep in another room, and Meng Zhengcheng will sleep in the living room, using the bamboo couches used for cooling off in the summer.

Grandma Qiao is fifty-five years old this year. She was nineteen when she was born to her eldest uncle, Qiao Changqing.

Perhaps due to years of hard work, half of Grandma Qiao's hair at her temples has turned white, and there are fine wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes.

However, although Grandma Qiao is old, she is a very clean person.

Even as they get older, they don't have much of a body odor, except for the occasional smell of laundry soap.

And for Qiao Qiao, wasn't this scent of soap also a smell she had once desperately longed for?

She thought that if her father hadn't died in her previous life, her grandmother would have lived much longer.

It was her...it was her ignorance that caused her father's death and her grandmother's early passing.

Thinking of this, Qiao Qiao's heart ached dully.

"Grandma." Qiao Qiao buried her head in her grandmother's arms, took a deep breath, and suppressed her overwhelming emotions.

"What's wrong? Did you sleep too much during the day and can't sleep now?" Grandma Qiao asked, gently stroking her back.

Qiao Qiao shook her head.

He whispered to her, "Grandma, could you tell Daddy not to go out and drive a truck anymore?"

"Hmm?" Grandma Qiao looked over in surprise.

Even though the lights in the room were off and it was pitch black, making it impossible to see each other's faces, Qiao Qiao still didn't dare to look her grandmother in the eye, and she lowered her long eyelashes.

“I know, my mom left me a lot of money, which my dad can use so he doesn’t have to work so hard…”

“Sweetie, you didn’t tell Grandma the truth.” Grandma Qiao interrupted her directly.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Qiao's body stiffened instantly, and her eyes reddened immediately.

Grandma Qiao continued gently patting the stiff little back without stopping.

He said, "Sweetie, your father and I don't know what happened to you."

"But you can tell us anything."

"If... you feel uncomfortable saying it, you can use the little bubble on your head to hint at it. Although I'm not very smart, I believe I can definitely guess what you mean."

Grandma Qiao's voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried a comforting love in the darkness.