Chapter 672 How dare you talk back!

Chapter 672 How dare you talk back!

“Cough cough cough~ cough cough cough~!!”

A violent coughing sounded in the cafeteria, immediately attracting several glances.

Oh no, it’s over!

I don’t know who the hell made this steamed bread, why was it so dry? It almost choked me to death!

Jia Zhang's heart tightened and she picked up the carrot soup and wanted to pour it into her mouth.

"What's the noise?"

The short-haired woman suddenly stopped chewing, looked around, and then saw Jia Zhang gulping down carrot soup.

ha? ?

This new guy is so ignorant of the rules. Could it be that he wasn’t taught enough before?

The short-haired woman's face darkened and she winked at the skinny woman.

My dear sister, how are you taking care of the newcomer? The steamed bread is almost eaten up, and you haven’t noticed yet?

The thin woman was stunned at first, then looked towards the direction of the coughing sound.

Oh, at this time, Jia Zhang was trying hard to swallow the steamed bread. The carrot soup had a strange taste, which made her feel nauseous when she put it in her mouth. But no matter how nauseous she was, Jia Zhang was reluctant to spit it out.

Otherwise, if I have no food in my stomach, I won’t have the strength to dig the ground in the afternoon.

"court death!"

The thin woman's pupils shrank and she ran quickly in the direction of Jia Zhang.

Seeing this, the other women who had just handed in their steamed bread also followed.

We all hand in our steamed bread and fried radishes, so why should you, a newcomer, eat all of it alone?

It seems that there is still something to be done!

At this time, Jia Zhang also noticed the approach of the thin woman. She clenched her fists and exerted force, finally swallowing the steamed bread that was blocking her throat. Without any pause, Jia Zhang continued to stuff the steamed bread into her mouth like a madman.

In just a few seconds, Jia Zhang had eaten half of the second steamed bun.

But the tragedy is that because I ate too fast, I choked again.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed accurately on the back of Jia Zhang's head, and then the thin woman slapped Jia Zhang's face with her backhand: "Newcomer, did you do this on purpose?"

"When you saw us coming, you ate even more vigorously. Do you believe I will beat you to death?"

The thin woman looked at the half-eaten steamed bread in Jia Zhang's hand and felt so angry that her teeth were itching.

"Woo..." There was a steamed bread stuck in Jia Zhang's throat, and she stammered and couldn't speak.

Seeing this, the thin woman pried open Jia Zhang's mouth and poured the remaining half bowl of carrot soup into her mouth.

You know what, after drinking it, my throat became unblocked instantly.

Wiping her mouth with her arm, Jia Zhang pretended to be calm and said, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you mean it on purpose? I didn't provoke you!"

After saying this, Jia Zhang secretly glanced at the half steamed bread in her hand and couldn't help swallowing.

After eating one and a half steamed buns, her stomach still felt hot and not full at all. If the situation allowed, Jia Zhang would even want to ask the short-haired woman for two more so that she could have some fried radish to barely fill her meal.

"Snapped!"

In response, she received another slap. The thin-stalked woman smiled grimly: "Is the steamed bread delicious?"

"Uh... not very good." Jia Zhang answered truthfully. The steamed bread in the labor camp was dry, as if it had been left for three or four days. It was far worse than the steamed bread at home.

Especially the vegetable steamed bread that Qin Huairu brought back from the steel mill, which was incomparable.

"Not at all. Why are you eating so fast? And you said it wasn't intentional!"

The thin woman didn't even bother pretending and started fanning Jia Zhang with both hands, making a slapping sound.

With Jia Zhang's fighting ability, she can fight Xu Damao on equal terms, and she can be slightly better if she is well fed and well-drinking, so it is definitely more than enough for her to beat the women.

But Jia Zhang didn't dare to do so. She could only squat on the ground with her head in her hands, trying her best to avoid the attack of the thin woman.

There is no way. After all, this is not the No. 95 Courtyard. If you can't beat them, you can ask for help. If you resist when you get beaten here, you will definitely be kicked out.

"Do you remember? Do you remember?" said the bamboo-stick woman as she beat him.

"Remember what?"

Jia Zhang was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. "Why don't you tell me what's going on? How would I know what's going on if you don't tell me?"

"How dare you talk back?" The thin woman flew into a rage and increased the strength in her hands.

What the hell!

This made Jia Zhang angry. She resisted the urge to fight back and reminded him, "Did I eat steamed bread?"

She was worried that if she didn't remind her, this mentally ill woman would continue beating her.

"Don't you know that?" the thin woman yelled and waved to the nearest women: "Let's teach her a lesson together."

Suddenly, Jia Zhang, who was squatting on the ground, felt as if ten thousand people were besieging her, beating her to the point of feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.

"Ugh~~~ Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"I know I was wrong, I won't do it again, please stop hitting me... Ugh!~!!"

It would have been better if she didn't say anything. After she said it, the thin woman kicked her in the side, and she couldn't help but vomit out all the steamed bread she had just eaten.

"Fuck, spit on my leg!!"

"He vomited on me, too."

At one time, three or four women were sprayed by Jia Zhang.

As a blessing in disguise, the hail of fists stopped.

"It's disgusting. People who cheat on you are so disgusting!"

The skinny woman spat fiercely at Jia Zhang, and then shouted at the short-haired woman, "Sister, she is a complete idiot and doesn't know the rules of the cafeteria."

"Then let her know!" said the short-haired woman without raising her head, as if beating her up was a very common thing.

"Okay sister!"

After saying that, the stubble-haired woman instantly turned back to a gloomy face, grabbed Jia Zhang's hair, pointed at the fried radish on the table and said, "Big sister has taken good care of us, we must be grateful, from now on, give Big sister a steamed bread or a stir-fried dish every day at noon, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you!"

Jia Zhang wanted to nod, but her hair was tightly grasped by the thin woman, so she couldn't move at all. She could only blink frantically: "I know, I know, can you let go of my hand first? I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

The thin woman looked at her with disdain, and when she loosened her hand, she snatched half of the steamed bread from Jia Zhang's hand, then pointed to the ground and said, "The canteen is where we eat, clean these up."

"You don't know the rules at all!"

"Hey, hey, I'll go right away." Jia Zhang nodded and agreed, then got up to find a broom.

Life in this labor camp is really hard.

Jia Zhang rubbed her face which was hurt by the beating, then rubbed her head, feeling pain all over her body.

After she finally cleaned up the vomited steamed bread, she was dumbfounded when she came back. The fried radish on the chopping board had disappeared!

"Who the hell stole my fried carrots? Do you have any conscience?"

"Who, who is it? If you have the guts, stand up!"