Besides, the servant who stole the pig's hand ran into the yard in one breath.

The fresh air in the courtyard made him sober up a lot. Damn, what a damn, I have been working in the house for several years, and this is the first time I have been stealing food.

He reached out and touched the pig's hand in his sleeve, feeling that the pig's hand weighed a thousand pounds, and the sleeve fell heavily. The guilt in my heart spontaneously arises.

But on the other hand, when his hand touched the pig's hand, the sticky touch and fragrant smell strongly tempted him.

"I'd better send this pig hand back."

After a fierce ideological struggle, the servant still made a solemn decision.

Gululu--

Suddenly his stomach screamed in despair.

There is obviously a fragrant pig knuckle in my sleeve, but I have to send the pig knuckle back. Is there anything more cruel than this in this world? This kind of thing is nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, but for the greedy guy, it is simply a terrible thing.

"No! You can't send the pig hand back."

In the end, the servant still failed to overcome his desire to speak, and decided to find a place where there was no one, and secretly ate the pig's hand.

However, there are people everywhere in the mansion, where is there a place for him to eat the pigsman in his stomach without knowing it?

The servant looked around and immediately saw the rockery not far from him.

"Huh? That's right, there are many caves on the rockery. Just hide in the caves to eat, so no one will see them."

The idea was settled, and the servant immediately ran towards the mountain.

The old mother standing at the gate of the courtyard saw the servant behaving strangely, and immediately shouted, "Hey, what are you doing around? Watch out that grandma can't find you, so I should scold you again."

"I will pee and be back soon."

"Hey, I said, don't you go to the hut when you pee?"

"Can't hold it anymore."

The servant ran away without looking back.

The old mother snorted coldly, "I said that there is so much sorrow on the rockery. It turned out that this **** did it, and he always urinates on the rockery if nothing happens."

The servant ran to the rockery and suddenly heard the voice of someone speaking in the cave ahead.

He immediately stopped, and said his heart. It's a **** bad luck. I just want to find a place where no one is and eat the pig's hands. Why is it so hard? There are people hiding in caves in this mansion. I really can't find a quiet place.

He originally planned to turn around and leave, but suddenly he was caught by curiosity again. Who is hiding in the cave? What are they doing in the cave?

He didn't worry about going back anyway, he simply planned to figure out who was hiding in the cave.

He walked forward following the voice. The cave was very dark. He walked very slowly, trying not to let himself kick the rock and make a sound.

Getting closer, he stood in the dark cave, listening carefully with his ears erected, and suddenly felt something wrong.

"Huh? How come it's the voice of a man and a woman, and they don't seem to be talking normally, they seem to be—"

He listened carefully and immediately understood.

"Huh? Seductive moans and heavy gasps, they must be doing that kind of thing. If it's that kind of thing, I'll be blessed."

This servant was in his thirties, and he was in a very energetic age. He was married as early as fifteen. His wife was a girl from the same village, who was the same age as him, and she looked decent. But he worked in the mansion all the year round and had no time to go home at all. Every time during the holidays, his grandparents would give him permission to go home and visit once, and stay at home for three to five days, so he could hug his wife. On weekdays, he couldn't touch a woman at all. At this moment, let him hear this kind of sound, why would he not react?

"Not bad. You can actually eat pig knuckles while watching that kind of thing. It's fun to think about it."

The servant took the pig's hand out of his sleeve, took it under his nose, and sniffed it hard.

"Wow, so delicious pork knuckle. I haven't eaten it in a long time."

Delicacies like pig knuckles can only be eaten when their own pigs are killed every year when they return to their hometown during the Chinese New Year.

The servant took the pig's hand, followed the gasp, and walked forward quietly.

The light in the cave was dim, and he could only see clearly. On the rock not far in front, there were two people. The woman was lying on the ground, the man was pressing on the woman, and the man was facing away from him.

No need to ask, it is these two people who gasp.

Although the servant wanted to walk over and see who these two were, he decided not to disturb the two in order to satisfy his desire to peep. However, he felt that these two people could hide in the cave and do this kind of thing, it must be because the things between them are not visible.

The servant thought that the man's back looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who this man was. As he carefully figured it out, the woman spoke.

"Master, no. You let me go, please."

Master?

The servant was stunned. He took a closer look. Isn't he? The man pressing on the woman is the young master, but the light in the cave is too dark to recognize him. And the woman's dress, at first glance, is the maid in the house. As for who it is, I can't see clearly because the light in the hole is too dim.

"Oh? Look at it now. It turns out that it is the young master's maid in the war house. It is a well-known fact that the young master likes prostitutes, but no one has seen the majestic appearance of the young master in bed. Today, I am going to feast my eyes. "

The servant smirked, hiding behind a rock, ready to watch the show.

Gululu--

The belly screamed again.

It's boring just to watch a movie, so it's better to watch while eating.

The servant was lustful and unconcerned too much, so he grabbed the pig's hand, took a big bite, didn't dare to chew it, and swallowed it directly.

Why don't you dare to chew? He was worried that the sound of chewing would be heard by the young master. He ate the pigs' knuckles, he should have been beaten, and if he dared to hide here to peek at the young master, if he was caught, wouldn't it add to the crime? Maybe he would be beaten to the skin by the young master and then driven out of the house by the master.

Although he swallowed his belly without chewing, it was less fun to eat, but it was a piece of pork knuckle after all. When the servant's taste came up, he ate a whole piece of pork knuckle in twos or twos.

Who knows, the servant immediately felt something wrong with this pig hand. The stomach groaned first, and then, I felt a needle stick in my stomach, just like what he had just eaten was not a pig's hand, but a needle. The needle ran across his stomach, causing him to shrink in pain.

"Ah? Why do I have a stomachache? What's the matter? I was fine just now. Why did my stomach hurt after eating this pork knuckle? Is there something wrong with this pork knuckle? But this pork knuckle tastes very good. Fragrant, why is there a problem?"

Before the servant could react, the stomachache was already unbearable.

"Ah! It hurts me so much! I can't stand it anymore."

The servant screamed and rolled out from behind the rock.