Mo Yan could tell there was something wrong at a glance. You're cooking meat and then locking it up? Who are you trying to keep out of?

Mo Yan kicked the door open, revealing a hole.

Cough cough cough, this is a bit embarrassing.

Mo Yan took her foot back before going inside.

The old lady came out of the kitchen, her mouth still greasy, and looked at Mo Yan somewhat guiltily. "What are you doing? Why did you kick it? Now the door is broken, are you going to fix it?"

Well, they think they're right now.

"Why did you close the door in broad daylight? And Mom, what's that on your mouth?"

The old lady quickly wiped her mouth. "It's nothing, I just cooked for you. Come in and eat. Your two daughters are always complaining. I wonder if anyone will like them after they get married. Don't you ever try to control them?"

The old lady heard it all. Those two brats actually dared to tattle. They're really not likable.

"Mom, what do you mean by 'telling on someone'? They just have some doubts. As their grandmother, if you hadn't made it too obvious, would they have done this?"

Mo Yan was speechless. Logically speaking, the old lady was a woman herself, yet she still favored boys over girls, which was quite baffling.

"Alright, stop talking. All you do is nag and complain. Aren't you tired of it? Hurry up and eat. Don't you have to work this afternoon?"

The old lady was impatient to listen to any of it.

The old lady asked them to help bring out the food: boiled cabbage, stir-fried potato slices, and rice.

"Didn't Mom say you made zongzi? Where are the zongzi?"

You know, glutinous rice isn't easy to buy these days, so eating zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) is a rare treat.

It's not that it's particularly delicious, but it's a rare treat that kids really look forward to, since it's only available during holidays or the Dragon Boat Festival.

Upon hearing this, the old lady exploded, threw down her chopsticks, glared at the two children with a dark face, as if she was about to attack them at any moment.

"What zongzi? Where are there any zongzi? What nonsense are you two spouting? I'll tear your mouths off!"

Mo Yan looked at the two children and shielded them, "Mom, what do you mean by this? Why are you treating the two children like this? You're always yelling at people, and you say I have a bad temper, but wouldn't it be clear if I just went to check on Nuomi?"

The old lady felt a little guilty upon hearing this. She had indeed wrapped some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), and she and her grandson had eaten some. She planned to give the rest to her grandnephew. Yes, she had a grandnephew, who was the grandson of her eldest brother from her maternal family.

For the old lady, any son, even a grand-nephew, is better than her own granddaughter.

Seeing that she could no longer hide it, she gritted her teeth and said, "So what if I wrapped the zongzi? I raised you with all my heart, so can't I even eat two of your zongzi?"

Mo Yan nodded. "Okay, of course it's okay. What's wrong with that? If you want to eat zongzi, you can make them. But it's going too far to give some to Dong Letian and not to the other two children. They're all your grandchildren, how can you be so biased? You should treat them equally, shouldn't you? And this dish was cooked in meat broth, wasn't it?"

Mo Yan could tell immediately whether the soup contained meat or not. She could tell just by tasting it; the flavor was definitely different. It was different even from fresh meat, let alone cured meat.

"What are you talking about? Where's the meat? I didn't cook any meat. Why are you making such a fuss over a meal?"

Mo Yan put down her chopsticks and looked at the old lady. "I don't want to cause so much trouble, but you insist on making a scene. What can I do to you? How many times have I told you? Don't be biased, don't be biased! You insist on treating people differently. What? So only you and your grandson can eat meat, but we can't? Is that it?"

The original owner spoiled them, thinking that she was their mother and it was wrong to get angry with her, and some people just liked to push their luck.

"Well, so what if I ate some? Is that not allowed? I'm your mother, what's wrong with me eating two pieces of your flesh?"

Mo Yan was getting annoyed. "Can't you say something different? If that's the case, then I don't need to talk to you anymore. Lele, Leyu, you two don't need to eat anymore. Come on, let's go cook some meat."

Mo Yan immediately stood up to get the meat, but the old lady stood up to stop her, "What are you doing? There's only so much meat! How can you cook it all together? What will we eat then?"

Dong Leyu was a little worried, afraid that her mother and grandmother would quarrel, but Dong Lele was very happy and stood up immediately, "Mom, Mom, what kind of meat should we cook?"

She wasn't afraid at all. After all, she and her sister were the ones who raised the pigs at home. Why should they work so hard to feed the pigs all year round, but not get to eat a single piece of meat? Isn't that unfair?

"Let's go, I'll show you which piece you want to eat, and we'll cook it today."

Mo Yan ignored the old lady completely and took her two daughters to get a piece of meat, which she then cooked.

The old lady started scolding as soon as she came in, "You spendthrift, you're going to drive me crazy!"

Mo Yan acted as if she hadn't heard, "Where's your grandson, Dong Letian?"

The old lady was a little puzzled. "Why are you calling me grandson?"

Lotte is sleeping in his room.

"I'll go ask him if he's eaten any meat, and then I'll call him to get up and eat with me."

As Mo Yan walked over, she picked up a feather duster.

The old lady saw this and quickly followed.

At this moment, Dong Letian was fast asleep, having eaten and drunk his fill. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, yet he didn't know how to help with any chores at home. He just slept and ate all day, just like a pig. No, at least a pig can contribute something to the family, but he contributed nothing at all. Calling him a pig would be an understatement.

Mo Yan walked over and, without any hesitation, hit her on the buttocks with a feather duster.

With a sharp cry of pain, Dong Letian cried out, "Mom, are you crazy?"

This sudden outburst broke the old woman's heart. She immediately stood in front of her grandson, glaring angrily at her daughter's face. "Are you crazy? I'm asking you, are you crazy today?"

Mo Yan ignored the old lady and looked at Dong Letian. "I'm asking you, why do you eat alone? When you eat zongzi and meat, why don't you think about your two younger sisters? Why don't you invite them to eat with you?"

She can't hit the old, and she can't handle the young?

"What good food could those two little girls possibly have? Besides, everything in this house is mine. It's only right that I eat what I want, and it's only right that I don't give them any, isn't it?"

Dong Letian spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As he said this, the old lady chimed in, "That's right, that's right. It's only right that my grandson eats whatever he wants. Those two girls are lucky to have anything to eat, let alone meat. They're dreaming!"