Meng Zhiyu looked back and forth, then tore off the big red flower and opened the paper box. Inside was something that looked like a thick pen. She turned it over and looked at it, found a button, and tried to press it. "Is this an electric pen?"
"Yes, according to Wangcai's analysis, the host is currently in danger of safety. This is used to protect the host. It won't kill you and won't leave any traces, but the affected area will be in unbearable pain for a whole day."
"Isn't it random?" Meng Zhiyu was speechless. This loophole was too big.
"Of course it's random. I'm just reporting it with data, hoping to get some self-defense, but I don't know what it will be," Wangcai explained.
So that's how it is. Meng Zhiyu secretly remembered this "loophole". He decided to make good use of this little trick.
She put the electric pen away, opened the door and went to the kitchen to cook dinner. She planned to make lean meat porridge as usual and add two pastries.
Meng Dawang and the other two were sitting in the living room. They all looked sullen when they saw her come out. Meng Zhiyu was too lazy to pay attention to them and opened the cupboard to get some meat to cook.
Mrs. Lu smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen, touched her already hungry stomach, and leaned weakly on Meng Dawang's arm, "Dawang, my cooking is not good, and I can't let our mother cook, so I have to trouble Xiaoyu."
Meng Dawang looked unhappy. "Hard work, what's so hard about it? She just does some housework at home every day. Can a meal really tire her to death?"
Mrs. Lu smiled smugly, her lips curved as she said, "After all, I'm not her biological mother, so it's normal for her not to be close to me."
Meng Zhiyu didn't know that he had been given eye drops again, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He served the meat porridge and ate it in the kitchen.
When Mrs. Lu heard the sound of the spoon and the bowl colliding, she thought of Meng Zhiyu who had sneaked into the kitchen to eat at noon. "Dawang, mother, I'll go help Xiaoyu with the bowl."
Mrs. Meng said "hmm" as a matter of course. Mrs. Lu gritted her teeth in anger. What a damn old woman! She knew that she was pregnant with a precious grandson, but she didn't take good care of him. When she had a son, the first thing she did was to send her back to her hometown.
"Oh, Xiaoyu, why are you eating secretly? Your grandma hasn't eaten yet, you kid." Mrs. Lu went into the kitchen and saw that, sure enough, the little bitch was eating secretly again.
Meng Zhiyu swallowed the bread in his mouth and said, "Which eye did you use to watch me eat secretly? I just didn't want to see your ugly faces, so that I wouldn't be unable to eat."
If her room wasn't too small and had no table or chairs, she would have gone back to her room to eat.
"You dead girl, you're eating by yourself again, right? If you don't let us eat, then you don't have to eat either."
Mrs. Meng ran in, looked at the empty pot, smelled the fragrant aroma, filled a basin with cold water and was about to pour it over her. Since she couldn't eat it, no one else could eat it.
Meng Dawang stood aside and watched with cold sweat. Mrs. Lu looked gloating. Meng Zhiyu was extremely annoyed. She wouldn't even let him eat in peace. He stood up and kicked Mrs. Meng, who looked agitated and angry.
Mrs. Meng was holding a basin, and her body tilted, falling towards Mrs. Lu who was watching the show on the side. Although Mrs. Lu dodged in time and was not hit, the basin of water was indeed splashed on her.
"Ah..." Lu screamed. A piercing noise came. Meng Zhiyu raised her hands to cover her ears, grabbed a rag beside her, and stuffed it into her open mouth.
The strange smell unique to the rag spread throughout her mouth, and Mrs. Lu vomited while pulling the rag out.
Meng Dawang had already walked over and held her arm, trying to help her up, but at this moment, Mrs. Lu suddenly spat out a mouthful of dirty words, and he immediately threw her arm away in disgust.
Mrs. Meng stood up with her bruised buttocks, and held her son's hand with tears in her eyes, "San'er, you must avenge your mother. This heartless thing, if you don't beat her up and make her kowtow to me and admit her fault, I will have no face to live."
Meng Dawang's eyes were already red with anger, and he was even more furious when he saw his mother's face full of grievance. He glared at Meng Zhiyu, who was still leisurely drinking porridge, and shouted, "Rebellious daughter, why don't you come over here and kneel down to kowtow and confess your guilt to your grandmother? And your mother, she has worked so hard to raise you all these years, and this is how you treat her?"
When Lu, who was lying on the ground, heard this, she immediately covered her face and cried bitterly, "Dawang, Xiaoyu must not be sincere, don't blame her."
Meng Zhiyu was so angry that she laughed. She ate the last bite of the pancake, picked up the small kitchen knife, and looked at the three shameless people with amusement. "Meng Dawang, you got it wrong. I didn't do the laundry, cooking, and mopping at home since I was a child. And you're blind as hell. Even technology a hundred years from now can't save you. According to you, the Lu family should call me mom. And your two idiot giant baby daughters, taking care of three giant babies, it's not easy for me. Calling me mom is not too much, right?"
Mrs. Lu's fists were about to break. "Xiaoyu, are you still blaming me for marrying your father? Are you blaming me for taking your mother's place?"
Mrs. Meng covered her buttocks and said after hearing this, "Your mother is just a hen that doesn't lay eggs. She takes up space but doesn't lay eggs. She has a disgusting and cold look on her face, but she is so shameless behind the scenes. If I were to say...ah, bitch...ow."
Seeing that she had actually caught the deceased Yun family cursing, Meng Zhiyu went up to grab her and slapped her several times. "You old hag, since you're so mean and itchy, I'll give you a good lesson so that you don't have to keep your mouth shut and can't speak."
Seeing Meng Zhiyu's brutal look, Mrs. Lu shuddered and hid aside, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.
When Meng Dawang saw his mother being slapped in front of him, he was immediately furious. He felt that his daughter did not give him face, and he also felt that he had lost face because his mother was beaten.
He looked left and right, picked up a spoon, and smashed it hard on Meng Zhiyu's head.
Meng Zhiyu was not at all panicked. He pulled Mrs. Meng's clothes to block the way. There was a crisp sound of "snap", accompanied by Mrs. Meng's wailing, "Ouch."
When Meng Dawang realized that he had hit the wrong person, he became even more angry and hit again. Meng Zhiyu then pulled Meng Po to hide everywhere.
She listened to Mrs. Meng's screams with a cheerful mood, and did not forget to sow discord with her, saying, "Look, your so-called eldest son would rather let an old woman like you get beaten than let me go. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you can still work now, but if you can't move in the future, will your third son still care about you?"
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