Meng Bowen was frightened to death when he saw the shining silver needle stabbing his forehead.
He wanted to get up but didn't dare.
In fact, he did not really die, but entered a state of suspended animation. In fact, he himself knew some Chinese medicine and practiced internal martial arts.
Therefore, at the moment when he felt angina in his chest, he came up with a plan and decided to secretly use Qigong to fake his death.
Naturally, his grandson Meng Rixiang also knew this, but he just saw through it without telling anyone, so he called 120 and called the police in order to make the matter bigger and prevent Tian Xiaohai from coming to Taiwan.
If things get serious, it will definitely be necessary for Tian Xiaohai to pay money.
Secondly, what Meng Bowen wants to achieve is to ruin Tian Xiaohai's reputation and make the Tang family lose trust in him.
Because Tian Xiaohai's previous words made him feel threatened by his peers.
Experience told him that the young man in front of him was quite talented in Feng Shui. If such a person was allowed to develop, he would be a disaster.
Meng Bowen would never show mercy when given the chance to punish his opponent.
But what he never expected was that this kid also knew Chinese medicine, and he was pretty good at it.
Meng Bowen's eyes narrowed to a slit, and he saw Tian Xiaohai's silver needle piercing his forehead. The pain made his body involuntarily let out an "ah" sound, and then he suddenly sat up like a corpse.
"Wake up, Master Meng is awake!" Mr. Tang shouted excitedly.
Seeing this, Qiao Maixiang and others all looked happy.
Only Meng Rixiang's face was gloomy. He opened his mouth in disbelief and was speechless for a long time.
"Master Meng, are you okay?" Tian Xiaohai asked with a smile and patted Meng Bowen on the shoulder.
"No...it's okay. I'm fine." Meng Bowen stood up with a wry smile. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pluck the silver needle between his eyebrows.
"Don't move! You can't pull out this needle. It will hurt you even more if you pull it out." Tian Xiaohai replied with a smile.
"Ah... Then you can't keep it between your eyebrows!" Meng Bowen asked with a bitter face.
The needle pierced the center of his eyebrow, causing a dull pain, as if someone had driven a nail into the center of his eyebrow.
Although he understands traditional Chinese medicine, he is weak in acupuncture and can only be mastered by Tian Xiaohai.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Meng Rixiang regained consciousness and quickly walked over to help Meng Bowen.
When he saw a three-inch long silver needle stuck in his grandfather's forehead, he couldn't help turning his head and yelling at Tian Xiaohai: "Tian Xiaohai, what the hell are you doing? Why did you stick a thick and long silver needle in my grandfather's forehead?"
needle?"
"You can plug it out! But you have to bear the consequences." Tian Xiaohai replied with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Meng, don't argue. Xiao Hai is also thinking about your grandpa's health!" Mr. Tang comforted him with a smile.
"But... there's no need for such a long silver needle! It hurts my body just to look at it when it's so deep!" Meng Rixiang said with great distress.
"Just hold on for another half hour! It's just a matter of gritting your teeth." Tian Xiaohai raised his face indifferently and looked at Meng Bowen: "Master Meng, you can think about it yourself! You can pull out the silver needle now, but
If you have headaches or dizziness later on, don’t blame me!”
"Okay! I tolerate it! I tolerate it!" Meng Bowen nodded helplessly and said no more.
"That's right! I'm doing this for your own good!" Tian Xiaohai smiled heartily and patted Meng Bowen on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Mr. Meng, let's continue drinking."
"Still drinking!" Meng Bowen's face froze, and he shook his head with a bitter look on his face: "No more, no more, I'm full."
When things got to this point, the Tang family was not interested in dinner. Although they were half full, they had no appetite anymore.
Seeing this, Mr. Tang smiled and added, "Everyone can eat as you like. It doesn't matter if you don't want to drink the wine. I'll let Yingying cut two plates of fruit."
"Okay, eat some fruit to digest it. It suits my taste." Meng Bowen nodded with a smile and returned to the table again.
Mr. Tang waved to Tang Yingying on the side and said: "Yingying, go, wash some fruits, cut them and bring them over."
"Okay!" Tang Yingying nodded with a smile and turned to cut the fruit plate.
Everyone came to the table and just chatted without having much appetite.
Tian Xiaohai didn't care so much. He shamelessly poured another cup of Maotai, picked up some vegetables and ate it.
Mr. Tang got addicted to cigarettes and took the opportunity to smoke by the window.
Qiao Maixiang and Tang Jiankai were silent, one was scrolling through his phone boredly, and the other was sitting blankly.
When no one was paying much attention, Meng Rixiang leaned towards Meng Bowen's ear and whispered softly.
"Grandpa, this kid Tian Xiaohai is so hateful. We can't just tolerate it!"
"Well! Let's take action when we get the chance! We can't rush this matter."
The voices of the two were very low. Tian Xiaohai just glanced at them and didn't hear clearly what they said, but he already guessed in his heart that the two of them would definitely not do anything good.
Five minutes later, Tang Yingying came to the dining table carrying two plates of fruit.
"Come on, let's eat fruit."
Tang Yingying smiled and put the fruit plate on the table.
Immediately, she picked up two slices of watermelon and handed them to her mother and father's mouths respectively.
"Dad, Mom, you two should try some watermelon first!"
Qiu Maixiang glanced disdainfully and asked coldly: "Are these two melons given by that poor guy Tian Xiaohai?"
"Yeah! He gave it to me. I thought it was quite fresh, so I washed it and cut it." Tang Yingying said with a smile.
"Hmph! This melon is earthy and ugly, and it doesn't taste good at first sight. It's just enough to feed pigs, so Tian Xiaohai has the nerve to give it away at such a cheap price. I won't eat it!" Qiao Maixiang said with a gloomy expression.
He pushed aside the watermelon handed to him by his daughter, then picked up a toothpick from the fruit plate, inserted a piece of apple and put it into his mouth.
Seeing that his wife refused to eat, Tang Jiankai did not dare to take the watermelon, so he reached for the apple and started to chew it.
"Well! This apple is not bad." A look of satisfaction passed over Qiao Maixiang's face, and she glanced at Tian Xiaohai intentionally and sneered: "This is the real fruit, unlike some people who just give me a watermelon to make up for it."
.That’s what you feed pigs!”
Seeing this, Meng Rixiang smiled knowingly and decided to make use of the topic.
He smiled attentively and praised Qiu Maixiang: "Auntie, you are really discerning. I asked a friend to pick these apples from my own orchard in northern Xinjiang, and they brought them to me by plane! These apples were brought to me by plane!
They are pure natural apples and are delicious. You are right, the watermelon sent by Tian Xiaohai is too shabby. Who eats watermelon these days? It is just something to feed pigs!"
After saying that, he specifically cast a provocative look at Tian Xiaohai.
"Isn't that right...this melon doesn't taste good at first sight, and it tastes bland even if fed to pigs!" Qiao Maixiang answered in a cold voice, unhappily.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a clear cough coming from behind him.
I saw that Mr. Tang had just sat down, holding a piece of watermelon in his hand and about to put it into his mouth.
"Feeding pigs?" Mr. Tang glanced at Qiu Maixiang with a gloomy face, and shouted coldly: "Have you seen any pigs that grew up eating watermelon?"
After saying that, he glanced at Meng Rixiang again. Although he didn't speak, the look in his eyes made people feel frightened.
"Dad, I...I was just talking casually." Qiao Maixiang forced a smile with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Hmph! Don't criticize things you don't like." Mr. Tang glanced at her with disdain, picked up the watermelon and put it in his mouth.
As soon as the cold melon soil touches the tongue, a sweet taste spreads along the tip of the tongue.
"Yeah! It's delicious. This melon is so sweet! It's so delicious!" Mr. Tang started to take a big bite.