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Chapter 173 The Mischievous Wu Xiaoling

ld her small wooden stick, feeling a mix of nervousness, excitement, and curiosity.He felt like the main character in an American horror film, exploring a haunted house.But it seems like the protagoni..."Cough cough cough!"

Wu Xie's words trailed off mid-sentence as he realized what he had just said. He cleared his throat hastily.

He didn't know why, but suddenly he felt a little guilty.

This feeling of guilt, it's so strange, so cunning, so sudden.

Wu San-sheng was listening to him speak halfway through when his words were suddenly cut off.

He looked at his coughing nephew with some confusion and asked, "Why are you still coughing Did you choke on something"

Facing his third uncle's questioning gaze, Wu mumbled a few words to cover himself up.

"Cough, uh, talked too fast and got some spit in my mouth."

Wu Sansheng glanced at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes:

"Tsk, you little rascal. You're all grown up and still get choked by your own saliva. You wouldn't be laughed at if you said that out loud."

Although that's how it went, Wu Sansheng, in a strange way, with a contradictory air of reluctance yet a clear desire to act, reached out his hand and thumped Wu Xie's back repeatedly.

Wu Xie: "..." After being beaten with a hammer.

"Cough cough cough!"

Maybe it's just bad luck for Wu Xie, or perhaps the weather gods aren't on our side.

After being suddenly hit by Wu Sansheng, Wu Xie was caught off guard and choked on his own saliva. He coughed so badly that he almost lost half his life.

Watching under his own beating, his nephew's cough not only didn't subside, but became even more intense.

Wu San-sheng glanced at himself with a hint of suspicion, then his gaze fell on the wine glass in front of him. He asked hesitantly:

"You little punk, want some wine to calm your nerves"

Wu Xie: "..."

He suppressed the itch in his throat, twitching slightly at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Wu Sansheng:

"Third Uncle, have you finally taken a disliking to me and want to get rid of me" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Wu San-sheng: "..."

After Wu Xia's words fell, the private room was once again filled with laughter and stifled giggles.

Wu Xie didn't need to turn around; just by the sound, he knew it was Hei Xazi laughing and Xiao Shanqing trying hard not to.

Only these two scoundrels could laugh.

He helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, listening to the sound from beside him that was even more like a goose than a goose. He cursed inwardly, "Blind bastard."

Damn, Qing Shu still knows how to hold back a little, stifling laughter.

This blind fool is grinning ear to ear, his mouth wide open, and laughing so hard I'm afraid his jaw will dislocate!

He has no manners at all.

Accompanied by the sound of geese and Wu San's "good intentions."

Wu Xie reached out and patted his chest, taking the teacup Zhang Qiling handed over. He took a direct gulp.

He took a while to soothe the itch in his throat.

However, as soon as he stopped coughing, Wu San province next to him came over again, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and asked in his mouth:

"You little brat, what were you just about to say"

Wu Xie: "..." An inexplicable feeling of unease welled up in him. What was going on

He held the teacup in his hand, glanced helplessly at his third uncle, took a deep breath and said:

"I said, nurturing Xiaoling's temper into this little model, besides me, all the elders present are not blameless."

When Wu San Sheng heard this, he let out a light tsk from his mouth and was about to retort when Wu Xie's other words came:

“Uncle Three, I remember when Xiao Ling was little, my second uncle suddenly had a whim and planted a whole courtyard of small cabbages in the backyard. But for some reason, Xiao Ling just couldn’t stand seeing those cabbages and wanted to pull them all up and feed them to Uncle Yun’s medicinal chickens.”

“At that time, Xiaoling casually mentioned this while eating. As soon as Xiaoling finished muttering, within an hour, you uprooted all the vegetables in Erbo’s yard, leaving not even a single sprout behind. You really did a thorough job, more efficient than any weeding team.”

That afternoon, when your second uncle returned from collecting medicine on the mountain, he saw that all the small cabbages in his yard had been pulled up by you. He was so angry that he almost fainted. Furious, he chased you for more than an hour with his cane, only narrowly missing giving you a spanking.

"Well, the next morning you hadn't even healed the wound on your butt, and you were carrying those little cabbages you’d plucked around, with Xiao Ling piggybacked on your neck, clumsily taking him to feed Uncle Yun's chickens."

When Wu Xie said this, Wu San's expression on his face gradually changed from disdain and indifference to stiffness and a faint embarrassment.

After Wu Xie finished speaking, Wu San province even more uncomfortably touched his nose, his face slightly flushed.

He coughed, a little weakly, and tried to argue:

"Didn't your brother dislike that cabbage Besides, who plants cabbage in the dead of winter I'm doing your second uncle a favor, so he doesn't have to run around for nothing, right"

Is that so

Wu Xiezhen glanced at him, slightly tilting her head. She gently shook the teacup in her hand and spoke in a calm, unhurried manner:

"Uncle Three, I seem to remember that the cabbage my grandfather planted could grow even in winter And I think you bought the seeds back then."

Wu Xie finished speaking, and Wu San Sheng didn't show any reaction.

Xiaoshan Qing, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but speak up. He smiled and teased Wu Sansheng:

"I remember this. I even asked Third Master why he walked so oddly back then, like someone had done something to him. So that's why!"

"Tsk, I'm telling you, Third Master, whatever the young master wants, just give it to him. That's not how you teach a child, you have to…"

"Uncle Qing, I think you're the least qualified to say that."

Before Xiao Shan could finish his story, Wu Xie, who was beside him, chimed in. He turned his head and said to Xiao Shan,

“You forgot that you used to be even better than my uncle back then. When Xiao Ling was in kindergarten, his teacher assigned a craft project, and Xiao Ling insisted on making a cannon over a meter tall and wanted to sit inside it. And he also wanted the cannon to move.”

At that time, you weren't in Changsha yet. When Xiao Ling called you, you drove for ten hours straight from 3 pm to 1 am the next morning just to come back and make that moving cannon for her.

Hearing this, the mockery on Xiaoshan Qing's face suddenly disappeared.

He coughed, rubbed his nose, and said a little sheepishly:

"Well, I didn't have anything to do that day anyway. I was just bored, and besides, the young master seemed so happy that day."

Wu Xia automatically finished the other half of his sentence:

So you drove for over ten hours just to make Xiao Ling happy, and then you stayed up all night, even burning your eyes out, just to finish that moving cannon before 8:30 in the morning.

"Cough." Xiaoshanqing retracted his neck and mumbled, "I really didn't have anything going on that night..."

Wu Xi took a sip of tea and said leisurely,

"Yeah, there wasn't much going on that night. The next morning was crazy busy."

Xiǎo Shān Qīng was becoming increasingly uneasy under the scrutiny of Wú Xiá Shuō. He cleared his throat and, without further ado, pulled Pānzi, who had been shelling melon seeds for him, closer. He mumbled to himself:

"Little Third Master, you can't just criticize me. Big Pan hasn't said anything yet."

Panzi: ...

A sudden catastrophe.

He glared at Xiaoshanqing, a mixture of anger and amusement in his eyes, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Damn dog, you really sold me out! You're so thorough."

Xiaoshan reached out and poked him in the waist, whispering softly in his ear:

"Big Pan, a friend in need is a friend indeed. Come on, help your big brother out, I'll reward you tonight."

Pan Zi heard this and let out a sneer, just about to speak.

Wu Xia's words came:

"Oh, right, and your Uncle Pan. I won't say much about us, anyway, whenever little Ling is being naughty and causing trouble, you never fail to take the blame for him."

"When my uncle's Han dynasty jade pendant was used by Xiao Ling to crack walnuts, you always spoke up for him."

"My uncle's brain has been overloaded lately, so Xiao Ling specially cracked some walnuts for him. But when she couldn't find the tools, she temporarily used that ten-million-yuan jade pendant instead."

“What you said, if it wasn't for my second uncle catching someone red-handed and seeing with his own eyes how Xiao Ling scurried around, dropping the walnut clip in his hand, wriggling his leg, and managing to climb onto the table to take down that jade pendant…”

Then he plopped down on the ground and started cracking walnuts, thinking all along that it was you using the jade token to knock them.g it for a moment before nodding seriously and saying, "A sprinkle of cumin would be good."Wu Ling: ""Wu Xiagou pursed her lips and lowered her head, gently rubbing the raised little tufts of hair on...

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