Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1122 The Old Man is Mighty

Xie Zhiying took a deep breath, his eyes widened in shock, and asked in disbelief, "What did you just say you moved from your father's thing?"

The young man turned his head slightly, as if intentionally avoiding looking at Xie Zhiying, and responded cautiously in a low voice, his voice almost inaudible, as if he was afraid to attract the attention of his father who was angry in the kitchen.

"I just took two jars and didn't touch the others."

Xie Zhiying twitched his lips and looked at the young man as if he were a god.

"Two jars are not enough, what else do you want to move?"

The neighbors nearby, as well as relatives and friends, all knew how much his father treasured the bottles and jars in the kitchen.

The other party was so bold as to touch his father's treasure.

The young man curled his lips, his face full of grievance: "I don't want to either. If I really couldn't find any other jars at home, I wouldn't look down on the jars in his kitchen. Besides, there's nothing good in those two jars. The things in them all smell, and I think the jars are dirty."

"Pour it out? Where did you pour it out?" Hearing the young man say that he had poured out the contents of the jar, Xie Zhiying gasped and gritted his teeth, as if he had seen the young man's miserable condition.

"I just dumped it into the trash can at home." The young man said, and then added: "My mother emptied the trash can a long time ago."

After saying this, Xie Zhiying looked at the young man with pity in his eyes. The other party was completely finished and could only prepare to be beaten.

As if he understood what Xie Zhiying meant, the young man pleaded, "Uncle Xie, please find a way to save me!"

Xie Zhiying shook his head: "You will suffer for your own mistakes. The trouble you have gotten into this time is too big, and I, your uncle Xie, can do nothing to help you.

You said you could do anything else, but you had to move those jars in the kitchen and pour out the contents. Those are your father’s treasures. No one can save you this time.”

As if to confirm his words, the next second, the old man came out of the kitchen aggressively, grabbed his son's ear, and scolded him: "You little bastard, tell me if you touched my jar, give it back to me now."

"I haven't moved. You can look for me again. Maybe I'm somewhere else." The young man struggled desperately.

"Oh!" The old man sneered: "There are only three people in the family, neither me nor your mother. Your mother knows that I treasure those bottles and jars, so she will avoid them when cleaning. Who else could it be except you?
Why are you looking at me? I think I'm getting old and confused and don't know how much stuff I have. I tell you I know everything and I'll know if one is missing.

You little bastard, I tell you, if you bring the contents of those two jars back today, this matter will be forgiven. As your father, I will of course be magnanimous and forgive you this time.

But if you can't get it back, don't blame me for killing my own relatives for the sake of justice."

The young man was already trembling. His old man's words about sacrificing one's own relatives for the sake of justice were definitely not just a joke, he was really going to beat him up.

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I will never dare to touch anything in your kitchen again." The young man knew that he could not escape this time, so he immediately admitted his mistake and began to beg for mercy.

Bowing to your own father is not shameful.

The young man admitted his mistake and looked at Xie Zhiying for help, hoping that he could say a few good words for him.

Xie Zhiying sighed, took two steps forward, and intentionally or unintentionally pushed away the old man's hand that was pulling the young man's ear.

Then he advised: "Brother, the child was wrong in this matter, but he is still young. He will know it after being taught more. Besides, the child also knows that he was wrong. Please forgive him this time. He will definitely not dare to do it again in the future."

The young man also admitted his mistake at the right time: "Dad, I was wrong. I will never touch your things again." The old man glared at his son fiercely: "This time, for the sake of your uncle Xie, I will forgive you. Your pocket money for the next three months will be gone."

"Dad, don't!" When the young man was being scolded by his father just now, his voice was not so miserable. He fell to the ground and hugged his father's thighs, begging bitterly.

"Humph!" The old man seemed to have discovered a way to discipline his son. He glanced at him lightly, shook off his arm that was hugging his thigh with disdain, and then said, "If you keep howling there, not to mention three months, you will lose all your pocket money for the next six months."

As soon as these words came out, the young man stood up from the ground and said flatteringly, "Dad, I'm fine!"

"Now tell me the truth, where did you put my jars?"

The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally took out the jar under the threat of deducting his pocket money.

Looking at the light jar, the old man's expression could not help but change again and again. Until this moment, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked, "Where is the stuff in the jar?"

"Let me pour it out." Looking at the old man's face, which turned from blue to purple, and from purple to white, the young man was worried that he had really pissed off his father and made him sick, so he stopped making trouble this time and answered his father's questions honestly.

"Little bastard, do you... do you know what's in there?"

"I don't know, Dad, don't worry, the food in there has gone bad, so I poured it out."

It would have been better if he hadn't said this, but once he did, the old man became even more furious.

"You little bastard, do you know what's in there? It's the primer for making soy sauce at home. I tried so many times and finally copied it according to the ancient recipe, but you ruined it."

After saying that, the old man picked up his shoe sole and was about to beat him.

After hearing what was in the two jars, Xie Zhiying subconsciously took a step back and let the young man hiding behind him out in front of the young man's incredulous gaze.

"Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go out and wash my face first."

As soon as Xie Zhiying walked out, he heard the young man screaming.

After the room quieted down, Xie Zhiying entered the room.

He ignored the young man's resentful look and turned to look at the old man: "Brother, when will your soy sauce be ready this year? Please save a jar for me when the time comes."

"Okay!" The old man just stretched his muscles and felt much more refreshed. He was no longer angry.

He has verified the proportions, and if he can do it once, he can do it a second time.

The reason I beat up this brat was not only because I was angry, but also because I was angry at him for being uneducated.

I've taught him step by step for so many years, but this brat doesn't even know the fermentation process of my secret recipe.

Humph, in his opinion, the beating was not light enough.

If the old woman hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted to beat up this brat a long time ago. This time he finally got the chance.

I have to say that the old man is a capable man, and educating his son does not delay his cooking.