Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling Chapter 366: A New Height of Scumbaggery

"What’s poluosu? Is it tasty?" Tang Xiao’an was quite curious; it was the first ti she had ever heard of that snack.

In her past life, she had also been born and raised in Vessaria. However, after graduating from college, she moved to Wraven to work in foreign trade and ended up spending more ti there. Still, she was very familiar with the local customs of Vessaria.

She’d had local foods like *qingming guo*, sesa balls, *tang yang*, and *teng geng* before. But this "poluosu" that Armstrong Huxley ntioned was sothing she was hearing about for the very first ti. Her interest was piqued. ’Grandma and Auntie are both amazing cooks, so whatever they make is sure to be delicious.’

"It’s definitely delicious, but I can’t really explain what it is. You’ll know once you take it ho and try it." Armstrong Huxley couldn’t describe it well; he only knew how to eat.

The way to her grandmother’s house went past the Xavier family’s ho. As they walked by, Tang Xiao’an deliberately glanced inside. It was quiet, sa as always. ’Looks like they aren’t fighting.’

"Don’t go over there. It’s not a good ti. Auntie Verna is angry today."

Armstrong Huxley thought Tang Xiao’an wanted to find Clayton Xavier to play, so he simply picked her up and quickened his pace.

"Why is she angry? Is it because of Ulysses Spann?" Tang Xiao’an’s inner gossip flared up. She hugged Armstrong Huxley’s neck, her eyes sparkling.

"It’s exactly about that. Storm Xavier is standing up for soone else’s kid—the son of that vixen, no less. Auntie Verna has never been this furious."

Armstrong Huxley ran a few steps before he beca breathless and had to put her down. "Xiao’an, you’re even chubbier than Guoping," he comnted.

Guoping was Armstrong Huxley’s younger brother, a sturdy-looking boy a year younger than Tang Xiao’an. She glared at him, annoyed. A knot of frustration ford in her chest. ’I’m already eating smaller als and fewer snacks, so why am I still so chubby?’

’Do I have one of those cursed body types that gains weight just from drinking water?’

’This is torture!’

Tang Xiao’an frustratedly ran her hands through her hair a few tis. She decided to skip dinner tonight. ’I have to eat less. It must be that I’m still eating too much. Phoebe Huxley loves to cook and is always plying with food. The truth is, I really do eat a lot. From now on, I have to cut back even more.’

After a few more steps, a loud CRASH suddenly echoed from behind them, like sothing had been smashed. Tang Xiao’an jumped in fright. Amanda Chapman said excitedly, "That’s the Xavier family."

She wanted to go take a look, but Tang Xiao’an grabbed her. "Don’t go."

’Children are the ones who get hurt most in these family wars,’ she thought. ’And kids definitely don’t want outsiders rubbernecking, especially not friends their own age. It would be humiliating.’ Tang Xiao’an didn’t want to embarrass Clayton Xavier.

"Verna Golding, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? Who gave you the right to ddle in my business? Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost!"

Storm Xavier’s curses were full of arrogance. Tang Xiao’an frowned. ’I hate this type of useless scumbag with a huge temper the most. A total coward outside, but a tyrant at ho who only knows how to bully his wife.’

"Are you deaf? Move! I’ll beat you to death, you ugly hag!"

Storm Xavier was losing his temper, and it looked like he was about to get violent. A surge of anger rushed through Tang Xiao’an. ’He actually dares to hit her? That son of a bitch!’

"Put those eggs down! Those are for Clayton to eat! I’m the one who raised the chickens, too. What right do you have to take them!" Verna Golding’s voice was suppressed but full of rage.

She stood firmly in the doorway, blocking Storm Xavier from leaving. The scumbag was holding a basket with over a dozen eggs in it. The two of them were locked in a stalemate.

"I’m the head of this household! What’s wrong with taking a few eggs?!"

Storm Xavier was brazenly self-righteous, without the slightest awareness that he was a moocher. To have the gall to say sothing as high-and-mighty as "head of this household"—he was taking being a scumbag to a whole new level.