I'm sorry, I can't serve you all.

Chapter 37 No chance to defend

"What's the matter, what happened?"

"I was preparing live noodles to steam steamed buns in the morning, only to find that the white noodles you put in this box were missing." Mrs. Zhou pointed to the box on the kang.

"Then how is it possible? A thief has entered the house?" Father Chen became anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly put down the New Year's goods in his hand and climbed up the kang.

"Don't rummage, I rummaged many times, and I didn't even see the shadow of the pocket." Zhou said, "Come down, I'll tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

"I heard He Ru said that the flour was taken by Jinyue."

"Jinyue? What is she doing with the flour?" Father Chen looked suspicious.

"He said he ate pancakes."

"Ah? This..." Before he finished speaking, Father Chen fell silent.

Since Wang's death, Jinyue has gradually learned to cook.

But he never thought that Jinyue would do this.

"Things have become like this, forget it, but the baby's petty theft must be cured once." Zhou sat on the edge of the kang, "Why did I take it back to my mother's house when we were young, and she stole a pair of small scissors from her aunt?" , After I came back, I was beaten until I couldn’t get up for three days, I was murdered that time.”

"Jinyue, why did it happen suddenly, she hasn't done this kind of thing before?" Father Chen muttered to himself.

"I just have too many mouths. I suddenly brought He Ru and the others over. After all, there are four more mouths. The doll probably feels unhappy, so she doesn't want us to eat. I said how come she only eats so much of the food I usually cook. Alas, it was all my fault."

"What are you talking about? If I couldn't even feed these few mouths, I wouldn't have brought you in at the beginning." Father Chen patted Zhou on the shoulder, "Don't think too much about it, I'll take care of it." Deal with it, but it’s the New Year’s Eve soon, and there’s not even any white noodles, so how do you live?”

"Eat cornmeal without it, it's all the same, the point is we're all in this together as a family."

"You are so kind. By the way, I bought this for you. Do you like it?" Father Chen found hair clips and scarves from the New Year's goods, said a few words, and went out.

When Father Chen came to look for Jinyue, Jinyue and He Ru three sisters had just come back from playing in the snow outside.

There was a heavy snowfall last night. Although part of it had melted under the sunlight, there was still a thick layer of snow in the shade at the gate.

The end of the year was approaching, and there was nothing to do. The friends in the village had a snowball fight all morning.

Although He Ru and the others don't like Jinyue very much, they are from other villages after all, and they haven't really integrated in here yet.

So when they go out to find friends to play with, they still like to follow Jinyue.

"Jinyue, come here." Father Chen's voice was serious, and his pitch rose.

"What's the matter, dad?" Jinyue trotted over.

"Why did you steal all the white noodles I saved for the Chinese New Year?"

"Me?" Looking at her father's side, Jinyue saw Zhou lifted up the curtain and came out, with a cold light in his eyes.

"I do not have."

Jinyue wanted to tell her father the truth, but when she saw Zhou's eyes, she suddenly became scared for some reason. She was as unassuming as an inexperienced thief, and she couldn't even defend herself.

"Father, the flour is actually..." He Xiang, who stood aside, interjected.

"Xiangzi, come here quickly, mother has some work for you to do." Zhou suddenly shouted.

The three sisters went to find Mrs. Zhou, and when they passed by Jinyue, He Ru gave Jinyue a cold look, as if warning, "If you dare to tell the truth, just wait and see."

Under her father's unsuspecting questioning and scolding, Jinyue put the hat of a thief on her own head, from the initial grievance to the later "confession".

Since you think I stole it, it can only be me.

What's more, in this family, the thief can only be done by me.

Whether true or false.

(End of this chapter)