Spicy daughter-in-law and wicked mother-in-law, beating up the mother-in-law is so satisfying!
Lin Shaocheng sat on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and sat upright on the right side of the sofa. He frowned slightly and asked, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
Grandpa Lin sat on the sofa, his face devoid of its usual amiable expression, and admonished, "A gentleman keeps away from the kitchen."
Lin Shaocheng snorted coldly, "Grandpa, when you first came back and the family was short of money, wasn't it me who did the housework and prepared three meals a day?"
Grandpa Lin blushed and said, "Your hands are used for acupuncture and pulse diagnosis. What if you get injured?"
Lin Shaocheng looked at the old man. In previous years, when Grandpa Lin and his father treated patients, everyone believed in Western medicine and not traditional Chinese medicine. Later, Grandpa Lin relied on snow lotus and cordyceps to cure a very important person and gained attention. Life gradually improved.
His family had always been wealthy, and Lin's mother was pampered from childhood. The family never looked at the price when spending money. In previous years, he traveled all over the country to trade herbs to support the family's pharmacy and expenses. The old man never felt sorry for him, even though the journey was so dangerous.
Lin Shaocheng said, "It's nothing, I'll go help in the kitchen."
Grandpa Lin then spoke up, "I heard that someone recently dug up some old ginseng in Changbai Mountain. Why don't you go there? My workplace has a fleet of vehicles going there."
Lin Shaocheng gave a cold laugh, "After I get married, I won't go to such dangerous places anymore. I'll only go when my work unit organizes a convoy of 10 or more vehicles."
Master Lin's ruddy face turned ashen. He gripped his cane tightly and cursed, "You've really forgotten your mother now that you have a wife. Don't forget who raised you."
Li Guorong was startled and quickly hid at the kitchen doorway.
Lin's father stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "You don't know your grandfather. He just loves medicinal herbs. He's so old, and you've made such a trip."
Lin Shaocheng said coldly, "If you want to go, go by yourself. I won't go."
Grandpa Lin clutched his chest and shouted in a strong voice, "I'm going to be driven to my death by your unfilial grandson!"
Lin Yicheng came out and punched Lin Shaocheng in the face.
Lin Shaocheng dodged and swept his left leg, sending Lin Yicheng sprawling to the ground.
Lin Yicheng shouted, "My hand!"
The family panicked. Lin Yicheng had a talent for medicine, and they couldn't afford to hurt his hand.
Lin's mother's eyes reddened even more, and she slapped Lin Shaocheng with both hands, "If you want to hate someone, hate me. I'm the one who sent you to the countryside. I'm the one who made you go to the countryside. Who told you not to learn medicine well? Who told you not to have any talent? Are you going to ruin your brother now? Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
Grandpa Lin and Father Lin carefully felt Lin Yicheng's bones, while Mother Lin screamed and complained about Lin Shaocheng, and kept hitting him. Lin Shaocheng kept backing away and did not fight back.
Li Guorong was pale; she didn't know whether she should rush out.
Grandpa Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, nothing serious happened."
Lin's mother was still in a breakdown; there were no tears in her eyes, but she kept crying and screaming.
Li Guorong took a deep breath. In the village, she could fight or curse at will, so why wouldn't she dare to do it here?
Lin Shaocheng coldly observed the family's behavior. Li Guorong rushed out, shoved Lin's mother aside, and she plopped down on the ground, cursing:
"You call yourself a teacher? You're so biased, yelling and screaming. Where's your manners?"
Lin's mother stared at Li Guorong in disbelief. For the past two weeks, Li Guorong had been humble and subservient, but she never expected him to dare to push her.
Lin's father also stood up, "How dare you push your mother-in-law? Don't you have any manners?"
Li Guorong's shrill voice was extremely loud, probably audible for three blocks nearby: "You people still have manners? You don't raise your own children and abandon them to others, forcing them to die in order to prolong your own lives."
Lin's father was speechless.
Grandpa Lin helped Lin Yicheng stand up. Before Lin Yicheng was born, Lin Shaocheng was the center of the family. Later, Lin Yicheng showed medical talent, while Lin Shaocheng was mediocre and became invisible in the family.
Grandpa Lin ordered, "Alright, Shaocheng, apologize to your brother and go to the Northeast with the convoy tomorrow."
It's okay if Li Guorong is bullied by the Lin family; she can endure it because she may have done something wrong. But today's incident is simply a case of the Lin family, a bunch of bloodsuckers, bullying Lin Shaocheng.
"You old codger, why aren't you dead yet? You eat ginseng every day, but you won't live more than a few days."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin gaped, while Mr. Lin clutched his heart and pointed at Li Guorong, saying, "You, you, you."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin stepped forward to pat Mr. Lin on the back and help him breathe.
Old Man Lin's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged. Lin's father took out a quick-acting heart medicine from his pocket and gave it to his grandfather.
A hint of worry flashed across Lin Shaocheng's face, but he quickly suppressed it.
Lin Yicheng gritted his teeth, raised his right hand with his left, and cursed, "Take your shrew and get out of my house."
Li Guorong stepped forward, a gust of wind carrying the smell of garlic slapping his brother-in-law across the face as he cursed, "How dare you talk to your brother like that? Don't you have any manners?"
Li Yicheng's head was turned to the side by the blow. His face was full of shock. He turned his head and said in astonishment, "You dare to hit me."
When Lin's mother saw her precious son being hit, she jumped up and rushed forward to slap Li Guorong.
Lin Shaocheng reached out to stop them, but Li Guorong stopped him, saying, "This is a matter between women, you shouldn't interfere."
He rolled up his sleeves to his arms, grabbed Lin's mother's hair, dodged her outstretched arm, and used his other hand to scratch Lin's mother's face.
Lin's mother cherished her face the most, so she quickly covered it. Li Guorong scratched Lin's mother's arms until they were covered in scratches.
Lin's mother screamed, "Ah, you shrew, you country bumpkin, let me go!"
Lin's father and Lin Yicheng tried to step forward to stop him, but Lin Shaocheng reached out to block them. Over the years, they had been hiding in the capital, unlike Lin Shaocheng, who had honed his skills through countless life-and-death experiences. The two men nudged each other, neither daring to step forward.
Mr. Lin could only advise, "You can't do that. How can you let your wife hit your mother?"
Lin Yicheng pointed at Lin Shaocheng's nose, "This is unfilial of you."
Grandpa Lin clutched his chest and wailed, "What a misfortune for our family! What a misfortune for our family!"
It was midday, and there was no sound of cooking or chopping vegetables downstairs. It was quiet. A large group of people sat under the big tree downstairs, listening intently.
Li Guorong plucked a few strands of Lin's mother's hair, and Lin's mother cried out in pain. A sense of pleasure flashed through Li Guorong's heart. At this moment, he didn't know if it was simply to protect Lin Shaocheng or for his own sake.
Lin Shaocheng looked reluctant. His mother had been strict with him since he was a child and never got close to him. Later, because he was not talented, he was sent to the countryside. When he was old enough to work, he was sent back, and he did all the chores at home.
He would beat and scold them at the slightest dissatisfaction. Even though he could have avoided going to the countryside, they insisted on making him go. All the wages he earned when he came back were in Lin's mother's hands. The capital he used to trade goods was given to him by his maternal grandparents. His maternal grandparents treated him very well, and his mother was always his maternal grandparents' daughter.
Li Guorong pinched the soft flesh of Lin's mother hard, making her scream in pain.
Lin Shaocheng said, "Let's forget about it."
Li Guorong then stopped. Lin's mother squatted on the ground, and Lin's father and Lin Yicheng quickly stepped forward. His original elegant image was gone. His hair was disheveled, and his arms and face were covered with scratches. He looked exactly like a stray dog, or rather, a stray dog that had lost the fight.
Lin's mother broke free from the two men and ran into the room crying.
Grandpa Lin angrily said, "Get out of my house."
Li Guorong refused to leave, as leaving would not benefit these people. This was a house in Beijing, worth a lot of money in later generations. She shouted, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving. If you want to leave, then leave."
Lin Shaocheng grabbed Li Guorong's hand. Li Guorong's chest was puffed out, and his hands were clenched into fists, like a fighting rooster. Lin Shaocheng didn't actually want to stay at home, and he couldn't expose Li Guorong's backing at this moment.
A burnt smell came from the stove, and Li Guorong ran into the kitchen, shouting, "My ribs!"
The ribs were only slightly blackened at the bottom, and the rest were intact. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had carefully selected these ribs before buying them. They were the same price as the meat, so she couldn't let them go to waste.
Hurry up and wrap the last dumpling, which then splashes into the water.
Lin Shaocheng entered the kitchen, staring at his wife with a strange look in his eyes. They were just fighting fiercely, and now they're starting to cook.
Li Guorong placed the ribs in Lin Shaocheng's hands, while Lin Shaocheng held the sweet and sour ribs in his left hand and meatball soup in his right.
Lin's father, Lin Yicheng, and Lin's grandfather sat on chairs, neither going in nor out of the house. Lin Shaocheng raised one eyebrow and placed the dishes in an empty spot.
At this moment, Li Guorong placed the cooked dumplings on the table, along with the sauce—one bowl spicy and one bowl non-spicy—in front of Lin Shaocheng and her.
Lin Shaocheng came out of the kitchen, took out six sets of bowls and chopsticks, went to his mother's room, knocked on the door and said, "Dinner is ready."
An even louder cry came from inside the house.
Apart from Lin Shaocheng and Li Guorong, the others all looked very grim.
Lin Yicheng served himself a bowl of meatball soup. Grandpa Lin tapped the bowl. Li Guorong was about to stand up to serve himself more soup, but then he remembered that Lin Shaocheng was back and that the old man was bullying him. So he pressed his buttocks firmly against the seat.
Lin Yicheng took a bite of the meatball and spat it out. "This is too awful. It has no flavor and just a strong porky smell."
Li Guorong's expression changed. What was wrong with this dish? She loved it. She had cooked it many times in her past life, and no one had ever complained.
Lin's father took a bite and quickly spat it out; it was indeed unpalatable.
Lin Shaocheng's expression remained unchanged as he swallowed the dish, which was clearly different from the others.
Li Guorong took a bite and said, "This is the taste! It's full of pork flavor, and the soup is bubbly with oil. It's so fragrant! No matter what kind of scallions, ginger, or garlic you add, you can't taste the pork."
Lin Yicheng put down his chopsticks and cursed, "Not a single thing is appetizing, brother, are you really hungry?"
Grandpa Lin also took a bite of a dumpling and spat it out, saying, "What strange filling!"
Li Shaocheng ate dumplings one after another and ate ribs in big bites, without touching the strange soup again. He calmly said, "If you don't want to eat, go to a restaurant. Don't cause trouble." His sharp eyes looked at Lin Yicheng.
Li Yicheng's right hand twitched involuntarily. He pulled out a chair, which made a jarring sound. He left the dining table, took out some cookies from the living room cabinet, went into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Lin's father helped Lin's grandfather leave the dining room, and the two of them gave Li Guorong a cold look.
Li Guorong asked, "Is this meatball soup really that bad?"
Lin Shaocheng paused, a light sweat beading on his forehead, even more nervous than when he had confronted his family earlier.
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