"I made this. If you dislike it, don't eat it." Qiao Hong was also angry. She endured the pain in her body and worked hard to cook the meal, but not only did she not get a single good word, she was also despised by others.
"Sister, you've grown up so much, how come you can't even cook rice?" Qiao Liang looked at Qiao Hong, then at Qiao Mo who was concentrating on eating rice. He sensitively discovered that Qiao Mo had changed.
"This is just water. If you don't like it, don't eat it." Seeing that Qiao Liang dared to bully her, Qiao Hong slammed her chopsticks on the table.
"Okay, stop talking, Qiao Dong, Qiao Liang. Your sister worked so hard to cook for you, but you are not grateful and you even say sarcastic things about her. That's wrong of you. Qiao Hong, you should be more careful next time. Sweet potato rice is harder to cook, so cook it for a few more minutes next time." Qiao Yulin saw that they were about to quarrel and stopped them quickly.
"Dad, do you mean I have to cook from now on?" Qiao Hong heard the hidden meaning in Qiao Yulin's words and immediately lost her composure.
"Qiao Mo is going to die. If you don't cook, who will?" Qiao Dong said as a matter of course. She was the only girl in the family. That damn girl Qiao Mo was going to the countryside again, so the housework would naturally fall on her.
"I have to go to work and don't have much time to do housework. If I really can't, I'll just eat in the cafeteria." Qiao Hong thought to herself that she was not that silly girl Qiao Mo, who had to serve the whole family in addition to working.
"Help your mother with housework in the future." Qiao Molin thought that housework was a woman's job, and since Qiao Mo was responsible, he naturally took care of his wife and daughter's affairs.
"Dad, I still have to go to work. Do you want to work me to death?" Qiao Hong screamed.
"It's just cooking. It's not as serious as you say. If you don't want to, just find someone to marry as soon as possible." Qiao Yulin said lightly.
Qiao Mo ignored their argument. She silently ate the rice in her bowl and even added another bowl while they were arguing: such food was not good for the Qiao family, but it was very good for Qiao Mo, who had experienced the end of her life.
Maybe it was her adding more rice that stimulated everyone, or maybe it was Qiao Yulin who pressed Qiao Hong down, so Qiao Hong turned off the fire, and everyone picked up their bowls again. After a while, the pot of rice and the bowl of boiled beans were eaten up.
After eating and drinking her fill, Qiao Mo used the excuse of taking a walk to digest the food and went to look at the place where Yuanyi jumped into the river. Seeing the wide and deep river, she thought to herself that fortunately, she was lucky and was not washed away by the river. Otherwise, even if she had crossed over, she would have become a wandering ghost.
Qiao Mo thought to himself that Yuan Yu was such a fool. What would happen if she died? No one would be sad for her, and no one would avenge her. Qiao Yulin could still legitimately possess her things, truly giving his enemy what he wanted.
"Momo, what are you doing here?" A hurried voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Cousin, it's nothing. I came here to take a look. Don't worry, I won't try to commit suicide again. Uncle and aunt wish I were dead so that they can give our house to Qiao Dong as a wedding house." Seeing Yang Weihua running over in a hurry, Qiao Mo said self-deprecatingly.
"How is that possible?" Yang Weihua shook his head in disbelief. He didn't believe that his uncle was so inhumane.
"How is it impossible? I heard Zhang Meiyun say this myself. She blamed you for coming just in time, because otherwise, the things my father left behind would have fallen into their pockets... She even wanted to do something to send me to hell." Qiao Mo laughed sarcastically, "Cousin, don't you find it ironic too?"
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