Daya, Erya, and Sun Jinhua's youngest daughter, Zhaodi, never had any dark-colored steamed buns; they only ate gruel.
Needless to say, the five black steamed buns remaining in the bamboo basket belonged to Fan's mother, Sun Jinhua, and Fan Qian, the eldest son of the Fan family who had gone out and had not returned.
As for Hu Shuiqing's husband, Fan Jin, the second son of Fan's mother, he was copying books in the city, and since it was a long journey, he would only come back once every three to five days.
After separating the dry ingredients, Fan's mother started separating the wet ones.
She scooped up bowls of wild vegetable paste with a large wooden ladle, and when she got to Daya and Erya, the ladle floated to the top.
The already thin vegetable porridge was reduced to just soup, a few grains of brown rice, and vegetable leaves when it was scooped into the bowls of Daya and Erya.
When it came to Zhaodi's turn, the porridge had clearly simmered a bit longer and was noticeably thicker.
"Eat your food clean and don't leave any leftovers. You need to know how precious food is and how difficult it is to have enough to eat!"
"Our family is large, and it's not easy to support such a large family. You should be grateful, you understand!"
After finishing her lecture, Madam Fan glanced lightly at her stunned daughter-in-law and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, go and eat."
Shui Qing, who was just a moment ago advocating for verbal confrontation rather than physical violence and for being a civilized person, couldn't hold back when she saw Fan's mother serving food.
She looked up and saw her two daughters carrying rough earthenware bowls walking towards the doorway. Puzzled, she called out, "Da Ya, Er Ya, where are you going?"
"Auntie, have you forgotten? Daughters aren't allowed at the table; only we sons can eat there!" Dazhu puffed out his chest and said proudly.
He knew that his aunt had been accidentally pushed down by his mother and grandmother that morning, and perhaps she had forgotten. He reminded her, "I am the eldest son and grandson, the most precious, and I will inherit the Fan family's fortune in the future. Aunt, remember that."
Shui Qing: ......I'll remember you, you big dummy!
She asked casually, "What will you inherit from the Fan family? Those few acres of barren land or these three old houses? What will your mother, your grandmother, and your brothers eat and where will they live?"
Fan Dazhu: ......
Sun Jinhua, Fan Mu, second, third, and fourth pillars: ...
Shui Qingchao waved to Da Ya and Er Ya and called out, "Come here, we're not going anywhere. Your cousins can sit, so you two can sit and eat too!"
Da Ya and Er Ya stopped walking out and obediently walked back.
Mother Fan's face darkened, and she scolded, "Second son's wife, stop making trouble!"
Since ancient times, daughters have not been allowed to sit at the table. It's only because our Fan family is easygoing that you wouldn't be allowed to sit there either!
Fan Dazhu stood up, pointed at Fan Zhaodi who was squatting in the corner with a bowl in her hand, and said, "Second Aunt, look, my sister can't sit at the table either, right? It's fair."
"Fair my ass! Your sister can't even sit at the table to eat, and you're so proud, so proud, so great, aren't you?"
"Sorry, my daughter doesn't agree!" Shui Qing coldly snorted without any mercy.
"Mrs. Hu! Don't think you're so great just because everyone was speaking up for you! Let me tell you, I'm not dead yet, and this family is not your place to make the decisions!" Mother Fan slammed her hand on the table, making a loud bang.
Then, while feeling sorry for the wooden table, she rubbed her hands behind her back with great pain.
Shui Qing suddenly stood up and walked outside without saying a word.
Madam Fan's face was grim. She glared fiercely at Da Ya and Er Ya, and forcefully issued an order: "If she doesn't eat, don't bring her any food. If she has any backbone, let's see how many meals she can go hungry!"
Da Ya and Er Ya ignored her and turned around with their rough pottery bowls in hand.
The three Fan brothers, Fan Jiang, Fan He, and Fan Hu, who were originally sitting at the table, suddenly stood up and walked out.
Mother is right. Their older sisters can't even sit at the table to eat. They always have to squat under the eaves or in the corner. There's nothing to be proud of.
Mother Fan's expression changed several times with anger.
Fan Dazhu and his three companions were secretly delighted.
My three cousins are so ungrateful. Da Ya and Er Ya are girls who will get married sooner or later. It's not worth offending Grandma for the sake of two married outsiders.
After all, if you offend Grandma, you won't inherit any of the family property in the future.
However, it's good that the three of them offended Grandma. Grandpa has already passed away, so the money is definitely in Grandma's hands. How much they get in the future depends entirely on Grandma's mood.
"Let's eat! Hu's antics are so ridiculous, we can skip dinner tonight too. I refuse to believe it."
"Ah!" Sun Jinhua screamed.
Startled, Madam Fan, who was in the middle of a reprimand, squinted at the front door with an unfriendly expression—
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