I am the savior in the horror world with my money skills

Chapter 54 Zhou Wenxuan’s unusual reaction
Not long after returning home, all the players knew the standards of three good students, but without exception, their children's grades were relatively poor, and there were some other shortcomings.

For fifteen days, players had a headache.

Half an hour later, Zhou Wenxuan came out of the room and trembled when he saw Jing Zhao sitting on the sofa and looking towards him.

"Mom, I'll cook."

Jing Zhao raised his chin and pointed at the time: "You still have two hours, damn it."

Zhou Wenxuan swallowed: "But Mom, you forgot to buy groceries when you came back this afternoon."

Jing Zhao: "..."

It was already six o'clock in the evening. Jing Zhao stared at Zhou Wenxuan: "Go out and buy it yourself."

Zhou Wenxuan replied coyly: "I have no money."

Jing Zhao took out a ghost coin and said, "If you can't cook before eight o'clock, you will be dead."

When Zhou Wenxuan heard this, he ran out with a scarred face.

His mother, who usually only nags him, suddenly turned into a Tyrannosaurus rex. How scary!
He quickly went to the vegetable market to pick some vegetables, while Jing Zhao opened the refrigerator at home.

Except for a few eggs and a bottle of mineral water, there was nothing else inside.

While Zhou Wenxuan was out, she discovered that her identity in this house seemed to be that of a housewife.

Zhou Wenxuan ran back not long after carrying a bag of vegetables. He went straight to the kitchen, while Jing Zhao was watching him busy outside.

Seeing him being so obedient, Jing Zhao suddenly felt relieved again, and she was keenly aware of her emotional changes.

There was no such immersive feeling in previous games. Just now, it felt as if she really was Zhou Wenxuan's mother.

Jing Zhao remained calm and quietly exchanged a purification potion.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door, and Zhou Wenxuan happened to come out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

He took off his apron and said proactively: "I'll open the door."

Jing Zhao pulled up a chair and sat down, and saw scrambled eggs on the table that were as black as charcoal, shredded potatoes with a burnt smell, a plate of fried shredded pork with green peppers and a basin of clear soup with no trace of the original meat.

Zhou Jiang walked in from the door carrying his briefcase and put on his slippers. He looked at Zhou Wenxuan's face.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Zhou Wenxuan felt the burning gaze behind him, and he coughed lightly: "I fell while playing basketball at school today."

Zhou Jiang was confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. What he smelled when he went over was not the familiar aroma of rice, but the smell of rice paste.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and when he arrived at the dinner table, his feeling was confirmed.

Looking at the table of meals with no visible raw materials, he pressed the veins on his forehead.

"I've been busy all day, and you just fooled me with these things?"

Jing Zhao raised his eyebrows and saw that Zhou Jiang fell into a state of rage. Zhou Wenxuan was very scared of his father's behavior. He stood aside and did not dare to say a word.

"Eat." Jing Zhao took a pair of chopsticks.

Zhou Jiang strode over, and Zhou Wenxuan's heart was beating fast. His palms were sweaty, and he leaned against the wall and panted rapidly.

Jing Zhao noticed something was wrong with Zhou Wenxuan's reaction, and then saw that Zhou Jiang actually wanted to come over and pull his hair.

She took out a long knife and cut off Zhou Jiang's arm. The long knife was a prop she exchanged in the mall.

Zhou Jiang let out a scream, his face looked ferocious, and he wanted to continue attacking.

Jing Zhao suppressed him with absolute force, and then stabbed the long knife into the other arm.

"Are you going to eat? Your son worked so hard to make it. Go and finish it."

She picked up Zhou Jiang's collar and dragged him to a chair. Zhou Jiang's hands were injured. After being beaten, he could only stare at her and not dare to make any unnecessary moves.

"Eat." Jing Zhao put the long knife on the table with a snap.

Zhou Jiang lowered his head and gnawed at the plate with his mouth.

After taking care of Zhou Jiang, Jing Zhao went to see Zhou Wenxuan and saw Zhou Wenxuan squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his whole body trembling.

She walked over and heard Zhou Wenxuan saying: "Stop fighting, don't fight..."

Jing Zhao stretched out his hand, and Zhou Wenxuan suddenly stood up and slapped Jing Zhao's hand away.

"Stop fighting! I told you to stop fighting!"

He was completely immersed in his own state. He was not submissive to her as he had been in the afternoon, but had returned to the way he was when he first saw her.

Zhou Wenxuan ran back to the room and slammed the door.

Jing Zhao stood in the living room thoughtfully, while Zhou Jiang raised his head from his meal and smiled coldly.

"Why are you laughing? I'll eat your food. If you don't finish it, I'll beat you to death."

There were so many things on the first day, Jing Zhao now needs to sort them out and think about what to do.

Back in the room, she carefully sorted out today's situation, as well as Zhou Wenxuan's reaction just now, Zhou Jiang was going to beat her.

Zhou Wenxuan's reaction just shows that this is not the first time Zhou Jiang has been like this. The family situation is very complicated.

Moreover, Zhou Wenxuan was only in junior high school and was easily influenced by his family. Jing Zhao took out a piece of paper and wrote something, then tapped it with the penholder.

At this time, Zhou Jiang opened the door and came in. Jing Zhao turned sideways and said, "Get out."

Zhou Jiang, who had just grown his hand back, looked resentful when he saw a long knife pointed at his face. He hurriedly avoided it.

"I can't go out yet!" He closed the door.

This is obviously the room for the two of them, but now that there is a mountain king in the house, they have to listen to this human in everything.

Zhou Jiang kicked the door a few times, then ran to the living room to rest.

Early the next morning, Jing Zhao woke up, and the alarm clock kept ringing next to him.

She took the alarm clock and looked at it. Six o'clock in the morning was the time the rules said she had to make breakfast for Zhou Wenxuan.

Jing Zhao closed her eyes and continued to sleep. Six o'clock, so early, was really killing her.

Zhou Wenxuan had already gotten up. When he saw that the kitchen was empty, he knew that Jing Zhao would definitely not come out. He walked to the living room, where Zhou Jiang was sleeping on the sofa.

This was the first time he saw Zhou Jiang in such a miserable state. Zhou Jiang obviously slept uneasily and opened his eyes to meet Zhou Wenxuan's gaze.

After a night, the wounds on Zhou Wenxuan's face had healed a lot. Zhou Jiang got up and saw the cold pots and stoves. He grunted, picked up his bag and left directly.

Zhou Wenxuan stared at his back, then silently closed the door.

Jing Zhao also got up at about this time. She saw that Zhou Jiang was no longer there. Only Zhou Wenxuan packed his schoolbag and sat on the sofa waiting for her.

It was already seven o'clock, and Jing Zhao glanced at him.

"It's time to go." Zhou Wenxuan stood up with his schoolbag.

"Let's go then."

Jing Zhao did not refuse. Now that he has passed by, he can see other players. I wonder if those players have found out any information.

She took Zhou Wenxuan out. She had already memorized yesterday's route, but she remembered something again and turned to ask Zhou Wenxuan: "Have you eaten?"

Zhou Wenxuan shook his head.

Jing Zhao said oh, but still didn't say anything and continued to go to the school.

When she was approaching school, Zhou Wenxuan suddenly stopped her and bought an egg pancake with some scrap money.

Jing Zhao recognized that the Ming coins were the leftover food she bought for Zhou Wenxuan yesterday. Zhou Jiang was not even willing to give Zhou Wenxuan money for breakfast.