Xie Zhiying took a sharp breath, widened his eyes in shock, and asked in disbelief: "What did you say you touched your father's thing just now?"
The young man turned his head slightly, as if deliberately avoiding eye contact with Xie Zhiying, and carefully responded in a low voice, almost inaudible, for fear of attracting the attention of his father who was getting angry in the kitchen.
"I just took two jars and didn't touch anything else."
Xie Zhiying twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man with a look like a god.
"Two jars are not enough, what else do you want to touch?"
Among the nearby neighbors and acquaintances with relatives and friends, no one knew how much his father treasured the bottles and jars in the kitchen.
The other party was actually bold enough to touch his father's baby.
The young man curled his lips, his face full of grievance: "I don't want to either. If it weren't for the fact that there are no other jars at home, I would not like the jars in his kitchen. Besides, there is nothing in those two jars.
What a good thing, everything inside is smelly, but I still think the jar is dirty."
"It's poured, where did you pour it?" Hearing the young man say that he had poured the contents of the jar, Xie Zhiying gasped and grinded his teeth, as if he had seen the young man's miserable condition.
"I just emptied it into the trash can at home." After the young man finished speaking, he added: "My mother had already emptied the trash can."
As soon as he said these words, Xie Zhiying looked at the young man with pity in his eyes. He was completely finished and was waiting to be beaten.
As if he understood the meaning in Xie Zhiying's eyes, the young man begged: "Uncle Xie, please find a way to save me!"
Xie Zhiying shook his head: "It's your own fault. The things you've done this time are too big, and there's nothing I can do about it, Uncle Xie.
You said you couldn't do anything, but you insisted on touching those jars in the kitchen and poured out the contents. Those are your father's treasures, and no one can save you this time."
As if to confirm his words, the next second, the old man came out of the kitchen angrily, grabbed his son's ears, and cursed angrily: "Little bastard, tell me if you touched my jar, please give me the jar."
I'll come back."
"I didn't move. If you keep looking, it might be somewhere else." The young man struggled desperately.
"Ha!" The old man sneered: "There are only three people in the family, neither me nor your mother. Your mother knows that my precious bottles and jars will be avoided when cleaning. Who else can I have besides you?
Why are you looking at me so stupidly? I don’t know how many things I have. Let me tell you, I have nothing. I know even if I am missing one.
Little bastard, let me tell you, if you get the contents of those two jars back today, forget about it. As a father, of course I have a lot, so I will spare you.
But if you can’t get it back, don’t blame me for annihilating the family out of righteousness.”
The young man was already trembling. The words of his old man about annihilating relatives for justice were definitely not just a joke, it was a real beating.
"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please spare me this time. I will never dare to touch anything in your kitchen next time." The young man knew that he could not escape this time and immediately gave up.
Start begging for mercy.
Bow to your biological father and don’t be disrespectful.
While admitting his mistake, the young man looked at Xie Zhiying with pleading eyes, hoping that he could put in 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 holding the young man's ear.
Then he advised: "Brother, the child did something wrong in this matter, but the child is still young, and he will know it if he is taught more and more. Besides, the child also knows that he is wrong. Just spare him this time. He will definitely do it in the future."
I don’t dare anymore.”
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: "For your Uncle Xie's sake, I will spare you this time. Your pocket money will be gone for the next three months."
"Dad, don't do it!" The young man's voice was not so pitiful when he was being lectured by his father. He fell down and hugged his father's thigh, begging bitterly.
"Hmph!" The old man seemed to have discovered a way to discipline his son. He glanced at him lightly, threw away his arm holding his thigh in disgust, and then said: "If you keep howling there, don't do it."
It’s been three months, and the pocket money for the next six months is gone.”
As soon as these words came out, the young man suddenly stood up from the ground and said flatteringly: "Dad, I'm fine!"
"Okay, just be honest with me, where did you put those 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 fluffy jar, the old man's face couldn't help but change again and again. Until now, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked: "Where is the content in the jar?"
"Let me pour it." Looking at the old man's face, which turned blue and purple, and turned purple and white again, the young man was worried that something would happen if he really made his father angry, so he stopped acting like a monster this time and answered honestly.
Dad questions.
"Little bastard, you...do you know what's in there?"
"I don't know, dad, don't worry, dad, everything in there has changed, so I poured it out."
It's okay if I don't say this, but when I say it, the old man gets even more furious.
"You little brat, do you know what's in there? It's the introduction for making soy sauce at home. I tried it many times and finally copied it according to the ancient recipe, but you fell down."
After saying that, the old man picked up the sole of his shoe and started 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 under the young man's disbelieving gaze.
"Brother, you get busy first, I'll go out and wash my face first."
As soon as Xie Zhiying stepped out with his front legs, he heard the young man's screams from his back legs.
After the room calmed down, Xie Zhiying entered the room.
He ignored the young man's resentful gaze and turned to look at the old man: "Brother, when will your soy sauce be released this year? Save a jar for me then."
"Okay!" The old man stretched his muscles just now, and his whole body felt refreshed, and he was no longer angry now.
He has verified the proportions, and if he can make it once, he can make it a second time.
The reason why I gave this brat a good beating was not only because I was angry, but also because I was angry that he was ignorant and ignorant.
After teaching him step by step for so many years, this brat didn't even know what the fermentation process of his own secret recipe was like.
Humph, in his opinion the beating was too light.
If the old lady hadn't kept stopping him, he would have beaten this brat a long time ago, and this time he finally got the chance.
I have to say that the old man is also a capable person, and educating his son has not hindered him from cooking.