The Two Hundred and Eighty Pound Fat Girl and Her Five Husbands-Chapter 13: The Sound of Crying

Lin Zaozao had just tidied up her mood when Ruo Qiu gently knocked on her door and beckoned her to come out for dinner.

Seeing Ruo Qiu calling her for dinner, Lin Zaozao immediately bounced up from the bed.

My god! She can finally eat!

Although she had eaten a pancake at noon, she had already used up all the energy from the pancake after jumping around all day. Now when she heard she could eat, Lin Zaozao was overjoyed.

"Ruo Qiu, let's hurry up and go. I'm starving to death."

Saying so, Lin Zaozao didn't care about Ruo Qiu's objection and directly pulled his hand towards the kitchen.

When Lin Zaozao grabbed Ruo Qiu's hand, she also imperceptibly transferred the sickness from his body. So by the time Lin Zaozao pulled Ruo Qiu to the kitchen, she had already transferred his illness and replaced it with marrow-washing liquid and beauty liquid.

"Ruo Qiu, let's hurry up and go in to eat."

After speaking, Lin Zaozao immediately let go of Ruo Qiu's hand. She gave him a shameless "hehe" smile before walking into the kitchen by herself.

So the Lin Zaozao who walked into the kitchen to find a seat didn't see Ruo Qiu look at the hand she had pulled with puzzlement, casting his questioning gaze at her broad back.

What was going on?

Was there some magic on that ugly woman Lin Xiaohua's body? Why did he feel his body suddenly become lighter?

Could it be that his senses were wrong? His eyes flickered as they met Ji Fantian's now blind eyes.

He understood the message from Ji Fantian's eyes and sat down in his seat silently.

Walking into the kitchen, Lin Zaozao randomly found a seat, grabbed a bowl and got ready to start eating.

She had transmigrated here for four days already, and today was the first time she would eat meat! Thinking about eating meat, Lin Zaozao felt her eyes shine.

But before Lin Zaozao could feel happy, her good husband Murong Hai had only served her a bowl of fish soup, and didn't give her a single piece of fish to eat.

After drinking the fish soup in one gulp, Lin Zaozao touched her still empty stomach and immediately got angry. She slammed her chopsticks on the table and yelled furiously at Murong Hai.

"Murong Hai, don't go too far! I was the one who caught this fish today, what right do you have to not let me eat it? Moreover, I'm your wife, yet you won't let your wife eat. Do you believe I'll report you to the government?"

"Go ahead and report!"

Murong Hai served himself a bowl of fish soup, glanced at Lin Zaozao, and started elegantly drinking the fish soup.

Lin Zaozao angrily pointed at Murong Hai, then looked around at her five husbands.

Although they were disabled, when eating, except for Gu Shan, they all had elegant manners.

It was as if they weren't holding crude bowls and drinking ordinary fish soup, but exquisite tableware and feasting on delicacies.

In short, their eating manners looked too pleasing to the eye. Seeing them eat with relish and then looking at her own empty bowl, how could Lin Zaozao endure it?

"I worked hard to catch this fish. If I can't eat it, then none of you can eat either. I'm hungry, I don't care, I still want to eat."

Saying so, Lin Zaozao stretched her hand towards the pot of fish soup, but was stopped by Murong Hai.

"Lin Xiaohua, you..."

"Shut up! From now on, don't call me Lin Xiaohua again. My name is Lin Zaozao now."

Seeing Lin Zaozao's furious appearance, glaring eyes, protruding belly, and waving her chubby arms, making her look even uglier and more terrifying.

Murong Hai sighed helplessly. Under the watchful gazes of the others, he glanced at Lin Zaozao's fierce but cowardly face and easily pressed her onto the stool.

Perhaps because Lin Zaozao sat down too hard or because she was too heavy, the stool split into pieces when she plopped down.

Lin Zaozao's five husbands looked at her sprawled on the ground unable to get up. They laughed for a bit before Murong Hai endured the pain in his legs to pull her up.

The next second, a loud wail made their heads hurt.

They had heard women cry before, usually sounding melodious and pitiful.

But who could have thought Lin Zaozao's crying was like slaughtering a pig. Her snot bubbled as she cried, and along with her sharp, loud wails, it felt like her cries could shake their souls right out of their bodies, let alone any sense of beauty.

If they didn't know Lin Zaozao had just tripped, they would have thought Murong Hai had just committed murder based on her crying!

Rubbing his somewhat aching head, Murong Hai patted Lin Zaozao's shoulder and said apologetically,

"Lin Xiaohua, I really didn't mean it just now. Don't cry, I'll let you have two pieces of fish later!"

As soon as Murong Hai finished speaking, Lin Zaozao's wailing grew even louder and more deafening.

She already felt terribly unlucky having transmigrated into this poisoned, ugly and stupid woman.

But it had been several days since she transmigrated, and she still hadn't even had a full meal every day.

Not having enough to eat was one thing, she could be self-reliant.

But she didn't expect that after working hard to catch the fish, this damned Murong Hai wouldn't let her eat it, and even made her trip and fall.

In that instant, Lin Zaozao's wandering heart since transmigrating could no longer endure.

She felt that she was truly too unlucky.

Damn system, damned Old Tian, what was so good about transmigrating! She might as well have just stayed in school!

Thinking of her carefree life and healthy body, the more Lin Zaozao thought about it, the sadder she felt. She felt more and more that her current life really wasn't fit for a human.

Thus, Lin Zaozao's wails grew louder instead of fading. Her sharp cries shook her few husbands so much that they subconsciously used their inner strength to block their senses.

If Ji Fantian hadn't examined her body and found no inner strength, they would have suspected that the current Lin Zaozao was using inner strength to wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

It really was agonizing for their brains.

Compared to Ji Fantian and the others' frowning, only the deaf Ruo Qiu could continue elegantly drinking fish soup without moving a muscle.

So his deliberately slurping soup contrasted resonantly with Lin Zaozao's crying.