Villagers' Meeting

In any case, regardless of how much she ridiculed him, Su Xuewu embarrassed Zhang Chunxiang more.

"Alright, I understand," he said, indifferent to her mockery. If he had the time, he might as well deceive a few more girls. It was more profitable to trick them into giving him money than stealing vegetables.

Su Pingfan grabbed the money and swiftly fled, leaving Zhang Chunxiang behind in frustration. When she noticed the kitchen remained cold and untouched, her temper flared. Placing her hands on her hips, she scolded, "Su Pingping, you useless girl! Why haven't you cooked yet?"

"I... There's no oil or salt at home," Su Pingping stammered.

Zhang Chunxiang nearly choked in disbelief. She paused before snapping, "Can't you cook without oil and salt? Make pancakes or something. How can you be so clueless? You are utterly incompetent."

"There are no noodles either, and we're running out of rice," Su Pingping added hesitantly.