As the sun sets in the west, smoke rises from every household.
Mu Weimin and Mu Huaqiang, father and son, returned one after another almost at dinner time.
After arriving home, the two did nothing but sat down at the 8-immortals table like men and waited for the meal to be served.
"It's time to eat." Wang Cuifen invited everyone to eat.
Lin Xiaoman and Mu Xiaoxiao brought out the dishes together, Wang Cuifen served the rice, and Lan Yachun took the two old men's bowls and chopsticks away.
A pot of eggplant, a pot of winter melon, a tomato and egg soup, and the most tempting thing is the braised pork that is cooked red and shiny.
The food was served and the chopsticks were in hand. Mu Weimin, who was sitting facing south, took a big piece of braised pork without hesitation. Mu Huaqiang followed closely behind and also took a big piece for himself.
Lan Yachun held Mu Xiaole and sat next to Mu Huaqiang.
"Rou Rou~Daddy~Rou Rou~" Mu Xiaole stared at Mu Huaqiang eagerly, watching him eat so happily, then turned his head to look at the pot of braised pork placed right in front of Mu Weimin.
Mu Xiaole put his hand in his mouth and bit his fingers, looking very hungry.
Lan Yachun tugged at her arm and pulled the little hand out of Mu Xiaole's mouth. Then, looking at Mu Huaqiang, she whispered, "My daughter wants to eat meat. Give her some."
"Little girl, what are you eating!" Mu Huaqiang replied impatiently, then stretched out his chopsticks and picked up another piece for himself.
As soon as he took the second piece, Mu Weimin coughed heavily and his face looked a little ugly.
Knowing that he was dissatisfied with his eating too much and too fast, Mu Huaqiang smiled at him flatteringly, "Dad, you eat, you eat too."
Lan Yachun, who had no hope for Mu Huaqiang, was not disappointed. She just felt sorry for her daughter. She held a spoon in her hand. Although she wanted to scoop a piece for her daughter, she didn't have the courage to do so. She could only ask Mu Weimin for permission, "Dad, I'll make some meat sauce soup for Xiaole to eat with rice."
"This little bit of soup is not even enough for me to mix with my rice!" Mu Weimin said coldly.
Lan Yachun, who didn't even get the soup, didn't dare show her anger on her face, but cursed angrily in her heart.
Lin Xiaoman happened to come over with a bowl of rice at this time.
Mu Xiaole, who was sitting on Lan Yachun's lap, was still staring at the pot of braised pork. His big black eyes didn't blink at all, and he was absolutely greedy.
However, although the little girl was young, she knew that she would not get any food even if she cried, so she could only stare at it with her eyes wide open. Her posture was really pitiful.
Unfortunately, Mu Huaqiang, the scumbag father, was unmoved, and Mu Weimin, the scumbag grandfather, also turned a blind eye.
Lin Xiaoman: Ugh, two scumbags!
In their family, the two sisters had never been able to even get an egg. Only later, when their lives improved, could they enjoy egg custard. However, the precious meat almost entirely went to Mu Weimin and Mu Huaqiang. Only when Mu Weimin won a lot of money playing cards and bought more meat would he give them some shredded pork.
Lin Xiaoman was angry just thinking about it. She walked over and stood in front of the corner of the table next to Mu Weimin and Mu Huaqiang. She stretched out her hand, picked up the braised pork with her chopsticks, and put a piece of braised pork into Lan Yachun's bowl. "Sister-in-law, break it up and give it to Xiaole to nourish her."
Because Lin Xiaoman moved too quickly and the meat went into the bowl, Mu Weimin and Mu Huaqiang only then reacted. Mu Weimin's face immediately darkened, he slammed his chopsticks on the table, and glared and raised his eyebrows.
"What are you eating!" Mu Huaqiang immediately raised his hand and stretched his chopsticks towards the two of them, intending to take the piece of meat in the bowl.
Lin Xiaoman hit his wrist with a chopstick, and Mu Huaqiang felt a numbness in his hand. He screamed "Ah", and the chopsticks in his hand fell, and his whole hand felt numb.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was walking hurriedly over with a bowl of rice, was stunned. She stood there for a moment and forgot to move forward. She almost dropped the bowl in her hand.
"What? What are you doing! Daya, how could you hit your brother!" Wang Cuifen rushed over. Looking at Mu Weimin's face, she knew that he was on the verge of a rage and was about to hit someone. She hurriedly pulled Lin Xiaoman, trying to pull him away.
"Mom, don't worry about it. Go eat." Lin Xiaoman waved his hand, pushed Wang Cuifen's hand away, and pushed her out.
"Are you rebelling?!"
The numbness in his hands eased, and Mu Huaqiang, furious, slammed the table hard and stood up in a flash.
Raising his hand, Mu Huaqiang slapped Lin Xiaoman directly.
Of course, he didn't get hit. Lin Xiaoman just dodged away and took several steps back, suddenly more than one meter away from the Eight Immortals Table.
Lin Xiaoman was definitely not afraid of him, but was afraid that when they started fighting, the table would be overturned and the food would be spilled, especially the bowl of braised pork, which would be a serious sin.
Lin Xiaoman dodged, but Mu Huaqiang chased after her relentlessly, cursing, "You still dare to hide! If I don't punish you today, you will become lawless!"
Mu Xiaoxiao hurried over, trying to block Lin Xiaoman, and said hastily, "It's just a piece of meat, and it's for your daughter to eat..."
"Go away and watch me." He ran her in front of him, Lin Xiaoman stretched out his arm and pushed her aside.
"Huaqiang, that's your sister! Don't move..." Wang Cuifen was also extremely anxious and shouted to stop him, but Mu Huaqiang was completely unmoved. He raised his hand again and slapped...
This time, Lin Xiaoman did not dodge, but grabbed his wrist with one hand, and then with a clever move, threw him over his shoulder.
With a bang, the tall and strong Mu Huaqiang was thrown to the ground.
After the heavy fall, Mu Huaqiang came into close contact with the floor and was completely stunned. He couldn't get up for a while.
The situation changed in just a moment, and a drastic reversal occurred. Except for Mu Xiaole, who was ignorant and had already happily eaten the meat, the others were all incredibly surprised.
"...hand..." Wang Cuifen's voice was stuck, her mouth opened wide and she couldn't continue, her feet were nailed to the spot.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was about to put down the bowl and fight with Mu Huaqiang with Lin Xiaoman, also stopped moving and was completely stunned.
Lan Yachun, who was still sitting at the eight-immortals table, was also stunned, and then silently praised in her heart: Well done!
Stunned by shock for several seconds, Mu Weimin was the first to react. He slammed the table and yelled, "How dare you! You actually hit your brother! You're getting more and more outrageous!"
Standing up, Mu Weimin strode towards Lin Xiaoman angrily. Like Mu Huaqiang, Mu Weimin also raised his hand and slapped him.
In the Mu family, only Lan Yachun and Mu Xiaole had never been beaten by Mu Huaqiang. The former was the daughter-in-law, and if a father-in-law beat his daughter-in-law, people would gossip about him, so Mu Weimin still had to have some shame. The latter, Mu Xiaole, was too young to offend Mu Weimin.
Besides, his daughter-in-law and granddaughter are under the care of his son, so he doesn't need to worry about them.
For Mu Weimin, if his wife and children were disobedient, he would just beat them and they would behave themselves. Mu Huaqiang was also beaten a lot when he was a child. It was only when they grew up and their strength became equally matched that Mu Huaqiang could fight with Mu Weimin, and then Mu Weimin stopped hitting him.
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