Lin's father, mother, and Feng were stunned for a moment after hearing Lin Qinghuan's words. They then came to their senses and subconsciously looked at Lin Qinghuan. They saw Lin Qinghuan staring at Lin Piaoxue with fiery eyes and worried expressions on her face. They were afraid that Lin Qinghuan would smash a bowl at Lin Piaoxue and cause her to bleed from the head.

Lin Piaoxue felt a chill run down her spine under Lin Qinghuan's gaze and said timidly, "Lin Qinghuan, I was just saying that casually, please don't take it seriously."

Lin Qinghuan slammed her hand on the table in anger, pointed at Lin Piaoxue and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense, I promise I won't beat you to death. I'll definitely leave you with a breath left so you can live a miserable life."

Lin's mother glared at Lin Piaoxue, then looked at Lin Qinghuan and said, "Piaoxue was just saying it casually, why did you take it so seriously?"

Lin Qinghuan scoffed and retorted, "Just saying that. Believe me or not, I'll run around right now and spread the word that you beat Lin Piaoxue black and blue, and let everyone in the village come to my house to see what Lin Piaoxue looks like now."

As Lin Qinghuan spoke, she stood up. Lin's father was worried that Lin Piaoxue would run out and shout, attracting the attention of the villagers. He quickly grabbed Lin Qinghuan and gently persuaded her, "Qinghuan, if Piaoxue really dares to slander you, you can beat her up. I promise I won't interfere."

As he spoke, Lin's father pulled Lin Qinghuan to sit down, "Sit down and eat. I'd like to try your cooking skills."

Lin Qinghuan sat down, waved her fist at Lin Piaoxue, and threatened fiercely, "Did you hear what Dad said? If you dare to talk nonsense, I can beat you up however I want."

Seeing Lin Piaoxue lower her head and remain silent, looking aggrieved and pitiful, Lin's mother said unhappily, "Lin Qinghuan, Piaoxue already knows she was wrong, so don't be so aggressive. You are a girl, and girls should be reserved. Don't threaten to hit people at the drop of a hat."

Lin Qinghuan suppressed her anger and forced a smile, saying, "Mom is right, girls should be reserved, so I won't be violent."

"That's right," Lin's mother said with a satisfied smile.

Looking at Lin Qinghuan's smile, Lin Feng felt it was fake and that Lin Qinghuan wasn't that easy to talk to.

Lin Qinghuan chuckled twice at her mother and said, "If Lin Piaoxue dares to slander me and ruin my reputation, I won't hit her because we share the same mother and father. I'll just go to the pigsty, grab a lump of pig dung, and stuff it into her mouth."

Lin's mother's smile froze on her face as she looked at Lin Qinghuan in disbelief. How could this brat have come up with such a despicable idea?

Lin Piaoxue instinctively covered her mouth, looking at Lin Qinghuan with apprehension; she had no intention of eating pig excrement.

Lin's father's lips twitched a few times. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Qinghuan, pig manure is dirty and smelly. You'd better not touch it. You'd better beat up your sister instead."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly. Everyone in his family knew that Lin Qinghuan was not someone to be trifled with. Even the usually reckless Lin Ming didn't dare to provoke her. So why did the shrewd Lin Piaoxue provoke Lin Qinghuan time and time again?

Lin Qinghuan nodded and said, "I'll listen to Dad."

Lin Qinghuan only wanted to threaten Lin Piaoxue. If she were really asked to pick up pig manure with her bare hands, she wouldn't do it. It's too dirty!

Lin Qinghuan picked up her bowl to eat, and Lin's father said to Lin's mother, "Leave some food for the eldest son. The third son is idle and doesn't do any work, so there's no need to leave any food for him."

Lin Qinghuan swallowed the rice in her mouth, gave Lin Feng a thumbs up, and said admiringly, "Father is fair in rewarding and punishing, he is so wise. But today we cooked soup, so Third Brother can use the soup to soak rice when he comes back. In order to teach Third Brother a lesson, we will pour the soup into the slop bucket after we finish eating."

Lin's father's forehead was covered in black lines. "That brat! She won't even let the third son have a sip of soup. It's obvious she's taking revenge."

Lin Qinghuan picked up a large mouthful of bok choy, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into her father's bowl, saying ingratiatingly, "Dad, eat more. It's a waste to feed the pigs if you don't finish it."

Lin's father glanced at Lin Qinghuan speechlessly, feeling as if Lin Qinghuan was treating him like a pig.

"Dad, eat up! The food I made tastes pretty good," Lin Qinghuan urged.

Lin's father picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of bok choy, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. He then said to Lin Qinghuan, "It tastes good, much better than your mother's cooking. From now on, you can take care of all the meals at home."

Lin Qinghuan did not refuse. As long as she didn't have to work in the fields, she was willing to cook.

Lin Qinghuan said, "Let Lin Piaoxue cook breakfast; we can't let her eat plain rice."

When Piaoxue heard Lin Qinghuan ask her to cook, she immediately said, "I am a patient now and need to rest properly."

“You can’t stay sick forever. You’ll be almost fully recovered after a week of rest. After a week, you can cook breakfast and feed the chicken and pig,” Lin Qinghuan said.

Lin Qinghuan said with dissatisfaction, "Why should I?"

Lin's father and mother both forbade her to do any work, so why should Lin Qinghuan do it? She refused to do it, and what could Lin Qinghuan do about it?

Lin Qinghuan raised her chin and said arrogantly, "Why should I? I'm the one who cooks the meals. If you don't do any work, you can't eat the food I cook."

Lin Piaoxue looked at her mother, hoping for her help.

Looking at Lin Piaoxue's pitiful expression, Lin's mother felt a bit conflicted, but finally said, "I'll make breakfast."

Lin Piaoxue looked at Lin Qinghuan triumphantly, her eyes filled with provocation.

"Lin Piaoxue, I don't know what you have to be so proud of." Lin Qinghuan said with disdain, "When you get married in the future, you'd better take her with you. That way, she can be your free nanny for life."

“I never treated Mom like a free babysitter,” Lin Piaoxue retorted.

Lin Qinghuan scoffed: "You know perfectly well whether you are or not, and everyone can see it. Don't act like a prostitute and then try to build a chastity arch. It's disgusting."

"Stop slandering me, that's just jealousy," Lin Piaoxue said.

"I'm way past the age where I need a mother's love, how could I possibly be jealous of you? Your reasoning is ridiculous," Lin Qinghuan said speechlessly.

Looking at Lin Qinghuan's indifferent expression, as if she, her mother, was just an unimportant passerby, Lin's mother felt a little sad.

Lin Feng was worried that Lin Qinghuan would turn the tables on him, so he quickly finished his rice and said to his father, "Dad, I'll go watch the convenience store and let my older brother come home for dinner."

Lin Qing walked quickly to the convenience store and said to Lin Qing, "Big brother, go home and have dinner!"

"Oh! Then I'll go home for dinner," Lin Qing said.

Lin Qing had just reached the gate when he ran into Lin Ming, and the two brothers walked into the courtyard side by side.

Seeing that Lin Qinghuan had finished eating but was still sitting still, Lin's father asked curiously, "Qinghuan, aren't you going back to your room to read?"

"Dad, you need to balance studying with rest," Lin Qinghuan replied with a smile.

"Really?" Mr. Lin was somewhat skeptical of Lin Qinghuan's words, feeling that Lin Qinghuan was up to something bad.

When Lin Qinghuan saw Lin Ming and Lin Qing walk into the kitchen, her eyes lit up, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Lin's father caught a glimpse of Lin Qinghuan's fleeting smile, and his heart jumped, making him even more certain that Lin Qinghuan was plotting something wicked.