"Son! How does this chicken soup taste? Should we add some more salt?" Liu Zhaodi had barely finished speaking when her son slapped her hand away and took the bowl to her.

Song Min raised his hand to wipe the oil from the corner of his mouth.

"No need to add salt, I'm drinking it just fine. My leg is so badly injured, I should take good care of myself."

One chicken isn't enough! Isn't there another hen in the yard? Kill it tomorrow and make me a pot of chicken soup so I can really satisfy my craving.

“That hen laid eggs, and after we killed it, we had no eggs to eat at home,” Liu Zhaodi said pitifully.

After all that fuss, I didn't even get a sip of soup. I watched as my son poured the last bit of soup into his bowl. I should have drunk a bowl when it was done cooking.

"Is the egg more important or my leg?" Song Min threw down his rice bowl, spilling half a bowl of chicken soup on the table. He had already eaten all the meat and bones, and his stomach was full, so he no longer cared about the little bit of chicken soup.

Liu Zhaodi was heartbroken to see the chicken soup spilled on the table. She quickly wiped the table with her hand and scooped all the soup into a bowl.

"You silly child, it's not easy for our family to eat a chicken, is it? If you don't want to drink, give it to me. How can we drink if you keep doing this?"

"It's my leg that's injured, not yours. Do you need to drink chicken soup?" Song Min replied nonchalantly. He was full and tired, so he lay down immediately. At least he had some meat in his belly.

I've been vaguely feeling that I can use my right leg again these past two days. It shouldn't be long before I can get out of bed and go out to play.

He stays cooped up at home all day, and even if we give him chicken soup every day, he still doesn't want to stay in this house.

Looking at her dejected son, and then thinking about the other children in the village, Liu Zhaodi felt that she must have committed some terrible sin in her past life to have given birth to such a beast. Money can't buy regret; if she had known it would turn out like this, she shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place.

Song Min had no idea that a bowl of chicken soup would make Liu Zhaodi completely give up on him.

Now that he's full, his mind is wandering again. Qiao Xiaoni got into university; her value has skyrocketed!

How can I snatch her away from that brat?

A hard approach definitely won't work; that girl has some tricks up her sleeve. And even if I tried to be gentle, I wouldn't have any money, and I couldn't send her anything. Thinking about it, my head started to ache again. Why was I born into this wretched family? If only I had a rich father…

...

Qiao Xiaoni followed Liu Hemiao all the way to her house and finally parked her bicycle in the yard.

"Auntie, I'm going home to cook dinner, so I'll leave the car here for you."

Liu Hemiao pondered many things along the way. Suddenly, she thought that if she couldn't become a shareholder, she could get involved with the Qiao family. She thought of her eldest nephew, who was of engagement age this year.

Qiao Xiaoni has lost weight these days, and her features have become much prettier than before. In addition, she has been admitted to university. If she were to be introduced to her nephew, and the two of them hit it off, wouldn't things be much easier from there?

With this in mind, how could he let Qiao Xiaoni leave?

"Nizi, you've come all the way to your aunt's house, what kind of behavior is it if you don't come inside?"

Qiao Xiaoni turned around and said, "Look, it's getting dark. If we don't leave now, I won't be able to see the road when I get back."

Liu Hemiao didn't care about her rejection at all; fate pulled her along.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I have a flashlight at home. I'll bring it to you so you can see the way when you get back."