I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 28 swallowed whole
"in addition."

Seeing that everyone had gotten up and were about to leave with their small stools, Lin Qingquan thought for a moment and decided to tell them the news he had received earlier.

"A sheep demon escaped from Shahe Town, eight kilometers from our village yesterday. It was injured and its whereabouts are currently unknown."

Before Lin Qingquan could finish speaking, Meng Qi's eyes suddenly lit up!
A sheep demon? A sheep?
She suppressed the urge to swallow, rubbed her hands together, and interrupted her father somewhat impatiently, "Do you know which direction they ran in?"

Lin Qingquan turned his head and saw her actions. He said irritably, "Where you run is none of your business. You just got injured today. You stay at home and don't go out."

"I'm not hurt."

"You're not allowed to go out even if you're not injured."

Meng Qi rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away angrily.

Since she returned home feeling dizzy during the day, neither Meng Jiu nor Meng Shulan spoke up for her. They shared Lin Qingquan's opinion and decided to stay home quietly for the time being.

Meng Shujun, who was used to spoiling her, reached out and patted her little head, smiling as he said, "You want to eat mutton, don't you? Your fourth uncle will bring it back for you from town tomorrow. It's dangerous outside now, so let's not go out, okay? Be good!"

The group left Meng Jiu's house one after another, but they hadn't gone far when they were stopped by people of other surnames who came to inquire about the news. "Fourth brother, what did Uncle Jiu say?"

"Don't rush, everyone. Each family should send a representative to the brigade headquarters for a meeting."

Yun Jiaming, the eldest son of Yun Lao Er, who was walking over from not far away, happened to hear this. He sneered, "Ha, a meeting? Meng Lao Si, who gave you the right to hold a meeting? Did you get permission from my third uncle? You call a meeting with the villagers as soon as something happens to his family. What? Trying to seize power?"

"Turning power? I'll fucking kill you."

Meng Shujun was too lazy to pay attention to this fool, not even glancing at him. But while he ignored him, the other younger members of the Meng family wouldn't let this kid spout nonsense.

Then a burly man stepped out from the Meng family. He spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, stepped forward and slapped Yun Jiaming on the shoulder. He stared down at Yun Jiaming with a gloomy face and said, "Yun Jiaming, I'll give you one more chance. Say what you just said again!"

The slap made Yun Jiaming's legs tremble. He cursed inwardly, wondering why he hadn't seen that bear inside.

He swallowed hard and stammered, "Tenth...Thirteenth Uncle"

Meng Shubing, the thirteenth son of the Meng family, raised his hand and slapped him on the head, making him stagger and fall to the ground with a thud. He cursed, "You son of a bitch, you still don't understand the hierarchy. I'm your thirteenth master!"

Meng Laoba's youngest son, Meng Shubing, is thirty-nine years old this year. He is the youngest male in his generation and Meng Shulan's older brother.

He was tall and strong, and ten men couldn't beat him in a fight.

Aside from Meng Jiu, he was the person everyone else in Yunmeng Village feared the most.

However, Meng Shubing himself believed that he had a good temper. Generally, as long as you don't provoke him or the Meng family, he would have a good temper and would not easily resort to violence.

So what are you afraid of?

Yun Jiaming scrambled away, and once home, he couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath at Meng Shisan.

When Meng Ziyang saw this scene at the door, his eyes darted around, and he turned around and ran back to his aunt's house.

Meng Shulan had originally asked him to stay for dinner, but he was just going home to tell his mother.

"Little Aunt."

Meng Ziyang walked over to Meng Qi, who was pouting, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Meng Qi's eyes lit up instantly, and she gave him a barely perceptible nod.

At dinner time, the kitchen was filled with an aroma even more fragrant than the chicken soup from the morning.

Meng Shulan wiped her mouth and asked Meng Jiu, "Dad, what are you cooking this time?" Meng Jiu and Lin Qingquan exchanged a glance, both wondering whether to tell her the truth.

"It's fox meat."

Before the two could speak, Meng Qi picked up the already cooked, translucent white fox demon core, stuck out her tongue mischievously at Lin Qingquan, and said to her mother, "It's the fox we killed this morning. He brought back a bag of meat for Grandpa to cook. We all know, except you."

The little girl was incredibly shrewd. She didn't mention the benefits of eating demon flesh, but emphasized that everyone else knew except her mother.

The culprit is Lin Qingquan.

As expected, Meng Shulan's expression changed. She frowned and stared at the casserole dish of cooking meat, saying, "This meat smells delicious, but are you sure it's okay to eat it?"

Of course, no problem, because we've already eaten the snake demon's flesh several times.

However, Meng Jiu couldn't explain this to her daughter, because Meng Shulan had a phobia of snakes.

When she was ten years old, just as it was getting dark, she went inside to get something and found a piece of floral fabric on the sewing machine by the window. She picked it up casually, intending to throw it into the basket next to her.

However, the moment she grabbed it, she felt it was cool and slippery to the touch. Then her arm was immediately wrapped around the snake's body, and the snake's head was raised, its tongue flicking out and pointing directly at her eyes.

The fright made her sick for more than half a month, and afterwards she was basically terrified of snakes.

Not to mention drinking snake soup and eating snake meat.

Lin Qingquan turned to look at his father-in-law, but Meng Jiu kept her head down, serving soup, and wouldn't look at him.

Meng Jiu: Figure out your own explanation, don't always rely on me.

Lin Qingquan: Is it me who wants to rely on you? Wasn't eating snake meat your idea in the first place?

But he couldn't do anything about his father-in-law's attempt to shift the blame, so he could only cough lightly and make up a reason, "When we were trapped in the Grand Canyon and had nothing to eat, we could only skin the demons we killed and roast them to eat."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Qingquan felt a pang of heartache. Why hadn't he thought of that?
We've killed quite a few monsters in the Grand Canyon, and even though we were starving, we didn't think of eating this stuff. We were so stupid!
When Meng Shulan heard that he had eaten it, she stopped harping on it, mainly because the fox soup in front of her smelled so good.

She figured that since it smelled so good, it must be fine.

Meng Ziyang carefully observed the demon core in Meng Qi's hand, gestured with his hand, and then asked Meng Qi to open her mouth, "Auntie, try it out. Can you swallow this thing in one gulp?"

Meng Qi opened her small mouth wide, and Meng Ziyang picked it up and tried to put it in her mouth to see if it could go in all the way.

Then, it went in completely, but as soon as it entered her mouth, the demon core immediately rolled down her throat and into her esophagus very quickly and smoothly.

Then it seems to have melted and disappeared.

Well.
The two little kids stared at each other, mouths agape.

Meng Ziyang pinched her chin and stared wide-eyed into her open mouth, but he couldn't find the rosy white demon core the size of a ping-pong ball.

It seems that it really did disappear as soon as it entered his aunt's mouth.

"Auntie, aren't you going to choke?"

Such a big thing, and it was gone without her even chewing it?
Just like when I'm sick and take pills, I swallowed them whole.

Meng Ziyang could only say, "No wonder she's his aunt!"

Good afternoon!

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