Zhu Hongfu's words were utterly shameless. Zhu Hongyun taught him the recipe, and he made money from it on his own. Now that Tong Sanlang, Qiao Xiaomai, came looking for him, he acted as if he had nothing to do with it.
He shoved all the blame onto Zhu Hongyun.
His audacity truly matched Zhu Hongyun's. They were indeed family.
"Whoever profits from selling braised pork is the one I'll settle accounts with," Qiao Xiaomai declared loudly. She jumped off the ox cart and said to Zhu Hongfu, "Today, is it you who will smash your kitchen, or should Tong Sanlang tear down your house?"
Zhu Hongfu didn't want to choose either option.
He scoffed and ran to the door.
Just as he suspected, a large group of villagers stood at the entrance.
He blurted out, "Fellow villagers, are you just going to stand by and watch these outsiders bully us in our own village?"
Nobody responded.
The Village Chief Zhu was standing right there. If the Village Chief agreed to this, what could they say?
