Xia Baozhu took out a beautiful white porcelain bowl from the cupboard in the corner, ignoring Leng Mingguang's angry roar as he ran over after hearing his wife's shouts.
She scooped a bowl of thick white rice porridge and took out a dish of pickled cucumbers made by Xia Zhaodi. The small cucumbers were crisp, tender, spicy, and refreshing, which went perfectly with the bland rice porridge.
Leng Mingguang looked at Xia Baozhu, who seemed completely at ease, and sensed something was wrong.
Is this woman really crazy? She dared to lay a hand on his mother so early in the morning. Isn't she afraid that her brother will divorce her?
Divorce is fine, but now his brother needs a wife with good conditions and a high level of education to be a good helpmate.
"Xia Zhaodi, the rest of the family hasn't even eaten yet and you're already eating? Are you a glutton? All you do all day is eat!"
Li Xiujuan smelled the aroma of food and felt hungry too. She swallowed hard and angrily said to Xia Baozhu, as if Xia Baozhu eating first was some heinous crime.
"Ouch, Mingguang, help me up." Wang Aixiang felt like her buttocks were about to split open from squatting down, and her bones were aching terribly. She couldn't get up for a while.
Leng Mingguang helped his mother up and could clearly feel the effort she was putting in. Regardless of why Xia Baozhu seemed like a different person, he wanted to teach this woman a lesson.
"Xia Zhaodi, you've gone too far!"
Grabbing a wooden stick, Leng Mingguang struck Xia Baozhu just like Wang Aixiang had done before, but with even greater force.
It seems this family has moved from verbal sparring to a pattern of physical altercations and verbal abuse.
Xia Baozhu grabbed a broom from the side to block the blow, and Leng Mingguang's hand was jolted loose by the force from the wooden stick.
Leng Mingguang looked at his numb and aching hand with surprise and doubt.
He was a steelworker who did heavy physical labor every day and was much stronger than the average man, but his wooden stick was actually knocked away by Xia Baozhu, which was simply unbelievable.
How can Xia Zhaodi be so strong?!
The wooden stick that was knocked away landed right on Li Xiujuan's head, who was waiting to see what would happen.
"Ah!" Li Xiujuan couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the face with a wooden stick, leaving a red mark. She covered her face and squatted down in pain.
Wang Aixiang thought her son had underestimated his opponent, so she bent down and found a thicker wooden stick and handed it to Leng Mingguang.
She also grabbed a fire poker, her eyes blazing with fury, and gritted her teeth, saying that she would definitely draw blood from Xia Zhaodi today.
"She's really gone too far! Let's beat her up together! Today we'll teach this little bitch a lesson!"
The kitchen had the most kind of firewood sticks, all of which Xia Zhaodi collected one by one from the mountain.
Xia Baozhu shook the hair-removing broom in her hand, quite satisfied.
As a seasoned martial arts enthusiast, I can use anything as a weapon.
When Leng Mingguang and Wang Aixiang, mother and daughter, rushed over in a rage, wielding wooden sticks, Xia Baozhu's broom was faster than they were.
A broom swept with the force of a sweeping army.
The rough broom handle grazed the mother and daughter's faces, and hearing them cry out "Ah!", Xia Baozhu felt a sense of relief.
"Oh no! Xia Zhaodi is going to kill someone!" Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Li Xiujuan tried to run out to call for help.
Xia Baozhu grabbed a stick with her left hand and threw it at Li Xiujuan without holding back. The stick hit Li Xiujuan on the back, and she fell down in pain, clutching her body.
Seeing this, Xia Baozhu raised her eyebrows excitedly.
Her great strength, combined with the martial arts skills she had practiced, caused her combat power to increase by more than ten times, almost a hundred times.
Xia Baozhu smiled faintly. Although she was extremely unwilling to come here to suffer, it was good to be able to fight as she pleased.
"You bitch, you fucking deserve to die! I'll beat you to death today!"
Seeing his wife's miserable state, Leng Mingguang's anger intensified, and he rushed over with a wooden stick, disregarding everything else.
Xia Baozhu took the opportunity to pull his wooden stick over and kicked him into the still steaming pot of rice porridge.
Seeing that he was about to be burned, Leng Mingguang's adrenaline surged. He twisted his waist and rolled over, falling off the earthen stove without serious injury.
"Try swearing again." Xia Baozhu stomped hard on Leng Mingguang's chest, almost suffocating him.
"You slut, let Mingguang go right now, or when Minghui comes back, I'll make him divorce you!"
Wang Aixiang was heartbroken to see her son being trampled. She cursed and swung the wooden stick at him again, but Xia Baozhu impatiently slapped her in the face with a broom, knocking the stick away.
Three people were lying haphazardly in the small kitchen.
"Come on, say it again." Xia Baozhu exerted force with her foot again, and Leng Mingguang felt like he couldn't catch his breath, his whole body was limp and he couldn't muster any strength.
"Sister-in-law, I was wrong."
Looking at Xia Baozhu's expressionless face, Leng Mingguang was terrified. At this moment, Xia Baozhu was like a legendary serial killer who killed without blinking an eye. He could only beg for mercy.
“Keep saying it, a hundred times,” Xia Baozhu said coldly.
"Xia Zhaodi, don't go too far." Wang Aixiang covered her burning red face with both hands, watching her son being trampled underfoot by that bitch, feeling heartbroken, angry, and helpless.
At this moment, Xia Zhaodi was too powerful; even her strong and healthy son was no match for her. What could she do?
"Sister-in-law, I was wrong!"
Looking at Xia Baozhu's indifferent face in the light and shadow, Leng Mingguang knew that if he didn't finish saying it a hundred times today, she would definitely not let him off the hook, so he could only apologize again and again in frustration.
Li Xiujuan sneaked out, but was hit on the leg with a wooden stick. She stopped, holding back her tears. For the first time, she experienced what it meant to be terrified.
Amidst her husband's weak apologies and her mother-in-law's silence, she was terrified that Xia Baozhu would not let them off the hook.
She lay on the ground recalling how she had bossed Xia Zhaodi around before; at first, she had some reservations.
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