As for why Gong Baoyue's mother had to endure the torture of the Gong family, it was simply because she was grateful to Gong Dahai for taking her in when she was pregnant and her husband disappeared and she was desperate. Therefore, she was willing to serve this family like a slave.
Such a cowardly woman who was willing to work like a slave actually felt hatred today.
After this incident, she finally realized that no matter what she did, she would always be the punching bag of this family. In this family, no one treated her as a human being.
Gong Baoyue's mother was chopping meat with a kitchen knife, making a loud "crunching" sound, as if she was venting her anger on the father and daughter.
"Dad! Sister! I'm back! I'm so hungry! Is dinner ready?" Gong Jianbang ran into the house shouting, carrying his schoolbag.
"Don't worry! That unlucky guy has gone to cook! We'll have food soon!" Gong Baozhu smiled and comforted the little ancestor of the family.
"Hmph! You unlucky star! Cook quickly! I'm hungry!" Gong Jianbang shouted at the kitchen.
"Haha!" After hearing his shout, Gong Baozhu and Gong Dahai burst into laughter.
"You little bastard!" Gong Dahai pointed at him and scolded him with a doting look.
Gong Baoyue's mother listened to the family having so much fun together, and even a little kid didn't treat her as a human being. She became more and more angry, and she wanted to burn the whole house down to vent her anger.
"It was burned by a fire..." Gong Baoyue's mother muttered to herself.
Thinking of this, she quickened the cooking speed. She stewed all the meat, added a little vegetable heart and a handful of vermicelli, and stewed it gurglingly.
Meat was stewing in the pot, and Gong Baoyue's mother was chewing on a sesame cake and eating twisted dough sticks. When the meat was ready, she closed the kitchen door and started eating.
Gong Baoyue's mother, who had never had any oil or water for many years, ate the food with such relish, as if she were eating some delicacies from the mountains and the sea.
As if it was revenge, she swallowed all the grievances she had suffered over the years.
This meal was a real delight. She didn't even have the chance to eat two pieces of meat during the Chinese New Year. At most, Gong Dahai felt guilty and gave her a piece.
And his daughter, who was born with a rebellious nature, had to eat steamed buns and drink vegetable soup during the New Year, and never had a good day.
In the past, she always thought that as long as she and her daughter were more accommodating, it didn't matter if they suffered a little grievance, as long as they could live a good life in this family.
The result was that she hadn't had a single good day. Now, her daughter had rebelled against the family and abandoned her as a mother. What hope did she have? What was there for her to endure?
Gong Baoyue's mother slowly ate the most sumptuous meal she had had in recent years in the kitchen.
This family is full of lazy people. If Gong Baoyue and her mother hadn't prepared the meal in the kitchen and put it on the table, they would never move and would just sit in the house waiting.
Gong Baoyue's mother ate and drank her fill, and there was not even a drop of soup left, as it all spilled.
Then he took out the honeycomb coal one by one from the coal stove, broke it into pieces, poured kerosene on it, and put all the firewood for starting the fire on it.
After a while, smoke began to rise from the kitchen. The dry weather and the oil helped to fuel the fire, so the firewood in the kitchen quickly caught fire.
Gong Baoyue's mother picked up the firewood with coal tongs and threw it everywhere. Seeing the whole kitchen on fire, Gong Baoyue's mother ran out of the kitchen with her hair burnt.
"Help! There's a fire!" Gong Baoyue's mother started shouting as she watched the kitchen engulfed in flames.
"What! It's on fire!" When Gong Dahai and the others heard it, they rushed out the door and saw the fire in the kitchen. Their eyes turned red.
"Hurry! Put out the fire!" Gong Dahai said, and went to find a bucket of water. "Baozhu, Jianbang, go and call for help!" Gong Dahai shouted while pressing water.
Gong Baozhu and Gong Jianbang were so frightened that they ran out of the courtyard screaming and started shouting in the alley.
"Someone come quickly! There's a fire!"
"Help! Is there anyone here?"
"Put out the fire!"
As the brother and sister yelled hysterically at the top of their lungs, the alley soon became lively. Seeing the thick smoke coming out of Gong Dahai's house, everyone went home to get buckets of water.
There is strength in numbers. As all the people in the alley came out, bucket after bucket of water was delivered into the Gong family's courtyard. Soon, only black smoke was left in the kitchen. With a loud bang, the beam on the kitchen side collapsed, and a big hole was formed in the bedroom.
It was also thanks to the ordinary families in the alley like theirs that they did not use gas in the kitchen, but still used coal stoves. They had less than two spoons of cooking oil, and the little kerosene they had was used by Gong Baoyue's mother to start the fire. The brick house did not burn so quickly, otherwise it would have collapsed and would have affected the neighbors.
Until the fire was put out, Gong Dahai and Gong Baozhu stared blankly at the darkness and mess in front of them, feeling like they were dreaming.
"Oh! What a sin! What sin have I, Zhao Da'e, committed in this life! I was beaten all over by this family and couldn't even hold an oil bottle! Gong Dahai, this beast, doesn't even treat me as a human being!" At this time, Gong Baoyue's mother sat on the ground, slapping the ground and crying bitterly.
"Gong Baozhu is such a young girl, but she is as vicious as that wolf cub! I, her stepmother, have raised her since she was a child. Even if I have no merits, I have worked hard! She beat me with a feather duster! I am not her mother! She is my mother!!" Zhao Da'e cried so miserably that those who listened to her cried and those who heard about her felt sad.
Only then did people react and their eyes turned to Gong Baoyue's mother, Zhao Da'e, who was sitting on the ground.
Zhao Da'e's face and nose were swollen, her hair was burnt, and she didn't even wear a cotton jacket in the middle of winter. When she rolled up her sleeves, her arms were exposed, and her fingers were swollen.
"Oh my God! How could you beat him like this?"
"I really didn't realize! Gong Dahai is that kind of person!"
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