In her impression, her mother has always been gentle. No matter how big the mistakes her brothers made, her mother would at most scold them or slap them on the buttocks. She had never picked up a weapon and beat them so mercilessly as she did today.
Is this still her mother?
Zhong Chengren had a sad face and his whole body was twitching with pain, but he didn't dare to argue anymore. He took three steps and moved to the corner of the wall, then knelt down with a plop, lowered his head, and didn't dare to breathe.
Zhang Chunxue, still furious, pointed at him and said, "You're not allowed to eat tomorrow! Reflect on this! When you figure it out, you can get up again!"
She took the already dazed Zhong Yuanyuan from Zhong Xiaoxiao's arms and patted her gently. Her tone was much softer, but still a little tired: "Xiaoxiao, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and sleep. You don't need to take care of this place anymore."
"Oh...oh, okay." Zhong Xiaoxiao was still a little dazed. She nodded woodenly, glanced at her second brother kneeling in the corner with some fear, and quickly walked out of the kitchen.
Zhang Chunxue glanced at Zhong Chengren coldly again, then turned around and went back to her east room.
With a "bang", the door of the east room closed.
Zhong Chengren was the only one left in the kitchen, kneeling alone on the cold ground. The air was still filled with the aroma of rice porridge and a faint smell of blood.
He didn't know how long he knelt there. Only when he could no longer hear any noise from the east and west rooms did he dare to raise his head cautiously and climb up from the ground with a grin on his face.
"Hiss... Mom was so cruel!" He rubbed his burning buttocks and back, cursing softly as he moved to his room, "When has Mom ever hit me like this? Did she take the wrong medicine today?"
Just as he reached the door of his room, before he could push it open, the door of the room next door, Zhong Chengfa and Li Hongjuan, creaked open.
Zhong Chengfa, draped in a single layer of clothing, poked his head out sleepily, frowning and asking, "Second brother, what are you and mother yelling about in the kitchen so late at night? You're slamming bowls and shouting, it's keeping me awake."
(End of this chapter)
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