In the rental house 502, a family of three lives happily together.
Fang Ming waved his hand, and a set of gas stove equipment was taken out from his personal space, followed by a large amount of fresh vegetables and meat.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, who had not eaten for many days, had dull expressions on their faces.
Then Fang Ming sent Zhang Yajuan to the kitchen to cook, while he played with the old man in the living room.
Looking at the gentle and virtuous woman busying around in the kitchen with a smile on her face, Zhong Guilan gritted her teeth in hatred and swallowed silently.
Fang Ming fell on the sofa, crossed his legs and placed them on the table, carefully playing with an ancient flying sword in his hand.
"Old lady, do you want to eat?"
"If you want to eat, just shout. If you don't want to eat, just shut up."
Zhong Guilan glared angrily, opened her mouth, and could only make "ah ah" sounds. She was so angry that she was shaking.
Fang Ming smiled and danced the flying sword in his hand, suddenly leaving a sword mark on the reddish brown wooden table.
The old woman looked at the sword in his hand with fear, fearing that he would suddenly attack and kill someone.
In the end, Fang Ming really put the blade on Zhong Guilan's neck, and wanted to make a funny joke, and said with a smile:
"I'm playing a game with you. If you lose, I'll kill you. If you win... you'll die."
The old woman shuddered when she heard this and couldn't help but sweating.
"Let's bet on whether your daughter-in-law puts cilantro in the dishes she cooks. I guess she likes me so much that she must have put a lot of cilantro in it."
Looking at the blade so close to her, the old woman began to recall frantically in her mind: Did that bitch put coriander in her cooking? ?
It seems so? But it seems not?
Her heart was pounding as she looked at the dishes Zhang Yajuan brought over and she began to tremble with nervousness.
She suddenly felt that she still had several years to live, and she wanted to live a few more years.
Most people don't know how afraid they are of death until they face it.
Zhang Yajuan's dish was getting closer and closer. When it came into her sight, she finally saw it clearly...
Green pepper beef! No cilantro!
The old woman's face was filled with joy as she looked towards Fang Ming.
Fang Ming was also delighted. He finally had the chance to say this line!
He gave a sinister laugh to the old woman who was trying to please him, "Sorry, I don't eat beef."
With the sound of a sword and a flash of cold light, Zhong Guilan felt her consciousness fall into darkness.
…
Zhang Yajuan was surprised and flustered. She lowered her head and apologized to Fang Ming: "Don't you eat beef? I'm sorry, I'll make a few more dishes."
She was a little annoyed. She didn't expect that Fang Ming would be dissatisfied the first time she cooked for him. She felt very nervous.
Fang Ming was too lazy to explain, he just hugged her and rubbed her ear.
"Beef is delicious, but I have something even better."
Zhang Yajuan trembled, "Then...then we have to eat first."
"You eat yours, I eat mine, it has nothing to do with each other."
She could only point at the old woman and said, "What about the mother-in-law?"
"Let's wait until she wakes up and do something proper."
"No! Husband, don't do this! Please..."
…
When Zhong Guilan woke up, she saw the leftovers of the meal that had been swept away by the wind, and she could hear the unbearable voice of her daughter-in-law from the room.
The old woman thought of her son whose memory was a little fuzzy, tears rolled down her eyes, she moved her body, picked up the leftovers on the table and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Son, I'm sorry!"
"Honey, I don't want to do it anymore... please... take a break..."
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