"Song Cheng, you want extra new clothes and shoes. Where does the money come from? Don't you know? Now you're even stealing your second aunt's food. You've gone too far." Song Yan said with a smile.

"You're stealing my mother's food rations, so of course I'll make sure you don't have any to eat either." Song Yan raised his hand, and the table overturned, with everything on it crashing to the ground!

People inside the house gasped in surprise, and Song Cheng's three-year-old son burst into tears.

"You've gone too far!" Uncle Song couldn't hold back any longer and raised his hand to hit him.

In Songcheng, Song Bo Niang also wanted to surround Song Yan.

"No, no!" Song's father stood in front of Song Yan.

Originally, Song Yan planned to give up on her father. However, it now seems she needs to reconsider.

Song Yan moved extremely fast and hid far away. "Today, no matter who lays a finger on me, I'll go to the Women's Federation and the Military Support Office. I'm a military dependent."

Actually, Uncle Song's intention was mainly to scare them, since Song Yan was married. It wouldn't look good to hit a married daughter. But now she wasn't afraid at all and was even threatening them. What were they going to do with that raised hand?

Song Yan bypassed the crowd, went to the kitchen, grabbed a plate, filled it with four eggs, and was about to leave when Old Mrs. Song frantically tried to snatch them, shouting, "Even if I feed my food to the dogs, I won't give it to you!"

Song Yan, who had been holding the plate tightly, suddenly let go, and the plate ended up in Grandma Song's hands. The four eggs all fell to the ground with a clatter, their bright yellow yolks scattering all over the floor.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" The old lady jumped up and down in distress.

Song Yan glanced at the plate and saw there were still about ten eggs left. She quickly grabbed another plate, this time with six eggs. She walked out confidently.

The eldest aunt felt sorry for so many eggs and blocked the doorway, saying, "These are eggs for the whole family; you can't take them away."

Song Yan used her free hand to pull her aunt's arm, but she didn't move. Song Yan then used a little more force, and the egg in her other hand rolled around in the plate, threatening to fall if the movement was too large.

Grandma Song's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Song Cheng! Song Cheng!" The second son didn't move, so she instructed her grandson.

Song Cheng gripped the rim of the plate with both hands, securing it firmly. His aunt reached out to pull Song Yan away.

Everyone thought: We can't break the eggs this time!

Is it enough to just reach out and swat the egg on the ground?

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap!" Six sounds.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Song Yan turned around, put the last five eggs on a plate, and carried it out smoothly this time.

Song Cheng was still holding an empty plate in his hand.

Egg yolks everywhere! It's a bit visually striking.