Playing cards in the middle of the night, in complete darkness?

Heaven knows that when Mo Yan suddenly lit the kerosene lamp, she was almost scared out of her wits.

When you're in the dark, looking for something to eat, a face suddenly appears in front of you, scaring you half to death.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I was just hungry, so I got up to find something to eat. Why did you scare me like that? And you even lit a kerosene lamp in the middle of the night. It was so scary to see me come here."

Whether it was due to nervousness or fright, the old lady's speech was somewhat incoherent.

After hearing this, Mo Yan put the kerosene lamp aside and then looked at the old lady.

"Are you hungry? That's alright. What do you want to eat? I'll make you something, but you can only eat here. If you can't sleep after eating, that's okay too. I'll play cards with you. Let's not sleep tonight, what do you think?"

old lady:"……"

Is she hungry? No, it's her beloved grandson who's hungry.

"Who wants to play cards with you? Are you out of your mind? Let me tell you, go to sleep. I can cook for myself. I don't need your help."

If you stay here, how am I supposed to cook for my grandson?

"No way, I'm leaving now. What if you secretly feed your grandson? I'm telling you this today, don't even think about feeding him, that's impossible."

"I'll stay here with you today. Either you go back to sleep, or I'll stay here with you. We can play cards together, or just stare at each other—the point is, don't even think about taking the food out of the kitchen."

In short, it's impossible to deliver food to your grandson. There's no door, not even a window.

old lady:"……"

Alright, then there's no need to say anything more.

The old lady was furious, her hand trembling as she pointed at Mo Yan. "No, I mean, is your heart made of stone? That's your own son! How can you be so heartless? Why do you have to do this? Don't you even want your son to take care of you in your old age?"

After you die, do you still want your son to wear mourning clothes for you?

She just couldn't understand it. Was there something wrong with this girl's brain? How could she never seem to understand anything?

"No, Mom. I've noticed you're always thinking about useless things. You're not bedridden or dying, so why are you always thinking about what will happen after you die? Besides, even if you're dead, what if I eat you, stew you, stir-fry you, pan-fry you, or deep-fry you? Would you even know?"

Talking about what happens after you die is pointless, isn't it? You're already dead, how could you possibly know what people did to you?

The old lady was trembling with anger, her lips shaking as she pointed at Mo Yan.

"You, you, you... How could you be so rebellious as to say such things?"

What does it mean to eat her, stir-fry her, pan-fry her, or deep-fry her?

"I'm telling the truth, don't you know that? The truth is never pleasant to hear. Lies, on the other hand, are pleasant to hear. I can say whatever you want to hear, but would you believe me?"

old lady:"……"

"That's your own son, how could you really see him hungry?"

The old lady had given up and could only change the subject. She knew in her heart that she couldn't argue with this girl, so what could she do but stop talking?

"He won't eat it himself, so who can he blame? There's only one chance, and if you miss it, it's gone forever. And do you know how much money he's borrowed outside?"

It's because you spoil him all the time, giving him whatever he wants, that he's become the way he is now.

If you hadn't been constantly telling him that everything belongs to you and that your aunts should treat you well, would he have been so shameless?

You think this is really for his own good? Now you're protecting him, but what about later? Who will care about him after you die? Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you, even if he dies out there, I won't even glance at him."

old lady:"……"

The old lady was displeased with what she heard and immediately retorted.

"Did I say something wrong? As the only boy in our family, isn't it only natural that everyone else dotes on him and protects him? You sisters are my daughters, so you should treat our Letian well!"

The old lady still didn't see anything wrong with it. She felt that her daughters should give everything for her, not just her daughters, but also their children. She loved her precious darling, Letian, so everyone else had to love him too.

“They are your daughters, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean you can treat them like this. We’re already being generous by giving you a little money for your retirement each month. You tell me, you can’t even spend all the money we give you, so why are you giving it to that spendthrift son? He’s already spent it all. If you continue like this, he won’t know how to earn money in the future; he’ll only know how to ask others for money. This isn’t for his own good; it’s indulgence, it’s spoiling him to death.”

Did those sisters have it easy to get to where they are today? They earned their happiness through hard work. No one has it easy, so why should they have to give up everything for someone as optimistic as Lotte?

They are a family; it's not up to the old lady to do whatever she wants.

"I don't understand what you're saying," the old lady said, unable to argue any further.

Whether they simply don't understand or are stubbornly clinging to their beliefs, it's unclear.

"It doesn't matter if you understand or not, you just need to listen to me from now on. If you don't listen to me, then I'll do as you say, and I won't respect you or take care of you anymore. You'll be on your own. Hmm, I've also told the other sisters that if you go there, they'll kick you out immediately. They won't accept you. They have a whole family, including their in-laws. Why should they have to serve only you?"

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