CHAPTER 177: CHAPTER 177: THE THIEF WITHIN THE HOUSE IS HARD TO GUARD AGAINST

Mrs. Chen quickly gave Liu Lang a look, and Liu Lang pulled San Ya out.

Mr. Jiang glanced at the two untouched bowls of rice on the table, and suddenly tears streamed down his old face.

Jiang Rong frowned, "Dad, it’s New Year’s, why are you crying."

Mr. Jiang shook his head, "I also want you all to eat meat every day, but this is the best I can do."

"We really can’t afford it."

He suddenly grabbed Jiang Youzhi next to him, "San Lang, our family depends on you."

"In the future, when you become an official, we can also eat meat with you."

Jiang Youzhi smiled and said, "Of course, of course. If I succeed in the future, I will definitely be good to grandpa."

Mr. Jiang felt comforted by these words, patting Jiang Youzhi’s hand, "Grandpa didn’t spoil you for nothing."

Jiang Youzhi hardly touched his chopsticks. He patiently sat for a little while longer before getting up to say goodbye.

Mrs. Chen followed him out, and the two hurried into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a chicken was stewing on the big stove, and braised pork was simmering on the small stove.

Liu Lang was squatting in front of the braised pork, drooling.

Jiang Youzhi came in, took out the chicken, rolled up his sleeves, and started frying the fish.

Then he stir-fried two more small dishes.

One had to admit, when someone is smart, they learn anything quickly. Now Jiang Youzhi’s cooking skills had caught up with Gu Yunjiao’s.

When the dishes were placed on the table, Jiang Youzhi took Liu Lang outside to set off a string of firecrackers, and then the family shut the door to eat New Year’s dinner.

Halfway through the meal, they heard a commotion from inside the room again.

Everyone continued eating while listening to the drama.

They heard the old man shout, "Who, who took the silver from the box?"

Then Jiang Hua asked, "Dad, how much silver is missing?"

The old man’s anxiety made him pace around the room, "More than thirty taels of silver, saved up over a lifetime."

He had just opened the box to take a few copper coins to give out as New Year’s money, and casually looked in the box, only to find that all the ingots of silver were gone!

He didn’t need to think much to know that it was surely done by a family thief.

Mrs. Yang suddenly said, "The family had so much silver?"

"Then why did dad say there was no silver when we needed to save Erlang?"

The old man’s eyes flickered, "The silver was always kept by your mother. How would I know?"

"It wasn’t until she fell ill that I discovered she had saved so much."

Mrs. Yang snorted; who would believe the old man’s words?

Mr. Jiang glanced at each of them. He felt like everyone was avoiding his gaze, and his children and grandchildren all looked like thieves!

Mr. Jiang’s gaze finally fell on Jiang Rong.

He knew well what kind of character his son had; Jiang Erlang was just like Jiang Rong!

Jiang Rong was squinting at him at this moment, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Mrs. Zhou, sitting by the table, struggled to raise the hand she could still move, pointing at Jiang Rong, "It’s you — it’s you —"

Mr. Jiang walked over, eyes dark, "Give back the silver."

Jiang Rong sneered, "Dad, I didn’t take any silver. You’re so old, how can you lie like this?"

Seeing his insolent smile, Mr. Jiang was so angry he raised his hand to slap him.

Jiang Rong immediately stood up straight, reaching out to grab the old man’s wrist.

The old man couldn’t believe it, "You, you dare to lay hands on me?"

Jiang Rong nonchalantly shoved the old man’s hand aside, then swaggered out of the room.

The old man clutched his chest, "This won’t do, we can’t live like this, we can’t live like this."

He looked at Jiang Hua, "We’ll split the family, as soon as the New Year is over, we’ll split the family."

"Your mother and I will live with the third house!"