The Snail Princess and Her Benefactor

Chapter 128 Tonsils are swollen bigger than the face

Ling Mi watched as Maomao held Matchmaker Wang in his mouth, dragged her out of the yard and yelled at her a few times, scaring the old woman so much that she almost wet her pants.

"Hahaha...haha..."

The two sisters laughed so hard that they fell on the square table, and Ling Mi laughed so hard that she rubbed her belly.

"Oh! I am dying of laughter. My Maomao is so powerful. He is merciless and will do anything when he is unhappy. Let that old woman Wang spit shit all over her mouth."

"Ling Mi, it seems we have to be more careful about this old lady Wang's visit today."

Hua Chao held back her laughter and said meaningfully.

"Sister, that makes sense. We have to act with caution. It seems that Wang Batian let Huo Ling'er and her son go easily that night because he was planning something bad."

Maomao staggered to Hua Chao's side and looked up at him.

There was a look of worry in those small obsidian eyes.

The wet black nose pressed against Hua Chao's hand, calling softly.

"嘤嘤...嘤嘤..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Maomao. I'm not afraid of those little mortals at all. They are not as powerful as the thousand-year-old fox demon."

Hua Chao gently touched Maomao's little nose and spoke softly.

"Don't be afraid, it's just my Maomao. We can still handle a mere mortal."

"Sister, what are you talking about? What's annoying or not."

Huo Linger's voice sounded, and she rushed into the courtyard and placed a large basket of hot buns on the square table.

"Wow! Baozi, I like this one."

"Hehe! This is a big meat bun stuffed with shepherd's purse that my mother and I picked up in the mountains today. It's really delicious. Sister Hua Chao, come and try it!"

Huo Linger handed a big bun to Hua Chao and fed another one to Maomao.

"Maomao, try my big buns too, they're delicious!"

Maomao actually seemed a little disgusted and only took a light bite, as if he was savoring it carefully.

"Huo Ling'er, how is your mother's health these days!"

"I feel much better now. I can go out and do some work. I'll be fine soon after taking the medicine my sister brought me!"

"Then you must go to Wuyue Pharmacy and thank Master Zhou in the future. If not for them, no one would dare to prescribe medicine for your mother."

"Yes! I must go. When I grow up and earn money, I will definitely repay Grandpa Zhou."

"Who wants to repay me? Hahaha..."

As he was speaking, Uncle Zhou came into the yard with a smile on his face, carrying a basket full of bamboo shoots on his back.

When Maomao saw Grandpa Zhou, he immediately rushed over, stuck close to him affectionately, and rubbed against him non-stop.

"Maomao has grown up and is almost a young man."

Mr. Zhou touched Maomao's big head and couldn't help but praise him.

"嘤嘤...嘤嘤..."

Maomao ate the bamboo shoots picked by Uncle Zhou, and kept talking in a coquettish manner.

"Grandpa Zhou is eating steamed buns. These are shepherd's purse buns made by my mother. They are delicious."

Huo Linger handed the bun to Grandpa Zhou.

"Hahaha, kid, it looks like your mom is better now. She can even make dumplings for you guys to eat!"

Old Master Zhou touched Huo Linger's head with heartache. His mother was well again, and the child's complexion looked much better too.

"Huo Ling'er would like to thank Grandpa again for his great kindness. If it weren't for your medicine, Mom wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

As Huo Ling'er spoke, she knelt down and kowtowed, making a loud banging sound.

"Hurry up and get up. I'll be very happy if you call me grandpa."

Old Master Zhou pulled Huo Linger up, and his face was full of wrinkles, which turned into grooves due to his smile.

"My son, your mother is well now. Do you want to follow me up the mountain to hunt and learn some Kung Fu?"

"Huo Ling'er, why don't you kowtow and acknowledge your master?" Hua Chao pulled Huo Ling'er over and said.

"Oh! That's absolutely not possible. You should wait until my Shilin comes to become my disciple. I just want to be a grandfather. My Shilin's kung fu is much better than mine now. I, an old man, can't compare to him."

Huo Linger was about to kneel down on her knees again, but Mr. Zhou pulled her into his arms and rubbed her head with heartache.

"Oh! If I really had such a grandson, I would wake up laughing in my dreams every day. But others treat a child like this..."

Hua Chao secretly wondered in his heart whether he should tell Mr. Zhou about the matchmaker Wang’s visit today!

Tell the old man, what can they do? They are just mortals. They can't beat the evil guy, and if they are not careful, they will get into trouble.

Besides, Huo Linger was also present, and he would definitely go back and tell her mother if he told the truth.

It was not in vain that the woman was worried. As for what Wang the matchmaker said, as long as she did not agree, there was nothing they could do to her.

The boy was just a mortal, and Hua Chao felt that it would not be a problem for her to deal with him.

"Grandpa, please don't mention that person anymore. Huo Ling'er doesn't want to mention him anymore. I'm not from their Wang family. I'm just Huo Ling'er."

There was a sudden flash of light in the child's eyes, and the cold look in his eyes made people feel heartbroken.

"Yes, yes, yes! Our Huo Ling'er is so handsome. He will grow up to be a dashing and elegant young man who will charm all the girls. He is not the son of a pig with tonsils fatter than his brain. From now on, you will be my Shilin's godson, my eldest grandson."

"Hahaha……"

Hua Chao and Ling Mi hugged each other and laughed.

"Uncle Zhou, where did you hear such funny words? How can you describe them so vividly? It's simply a magical sentence!" Hua Chao asked with a smile.

"This is the most appropriate name for Wang Batian among us poor people. This reputation has been passed down among the people for a long time. It is also a synonym for Wang Batian. As long as you say that the tonsils are swollen bigger than the brain, everyone will know it is Wang Batian, without mentioning his name."

"Haha, now I understand. From now on I will make sure his tonsils are bigger than his face."

Huo Linger said with tears in her eyes and gritted teeth.

"Hey! Poor kid, you better not call him like that. After all, he is your biological father and his blood is flowing in your body..."

"Wow... He's not my father..."

Huo Linger's shoulders were shaking and tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Ling Mi pulled him over, buried his head in her arms, and comforted him softly.

"Don't be sad. Now you have so many of us protecting you. We won't let that person come to hurt you."

Maomao also came over and touched Huo Ling'er with his wet nose.

"okokokok……"

Xiao Wo also poked his little head over Maomao's head, trying to comfort the poor child.

Hua Chao felt even more uncomfortable when watching this scene. How could there be such things worse than pigs and dogs in this mortal world?

They say even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but he is worse than an animal.

I don't know why that beast suddenly treated Huo Ling'er and her son like this. I heard that when Huo Ling'er was just born, that man was very happy.

He even held a three-day buffet, and praised Huo Ling'er as the Ling'er who could bring honor to the family.

What on earth happened that made this pig-head with tonsils swollen bigger than his face be so cruel to his own flesh and blood?