Lu Laoer shrank his neck and felt even more resentful.
As both are Old Lady Lu's sons, they always think about Lu Weiguo, so he can't get any benefits.
If it weren't for Lu Weiguo, all of these would be his.
How could Old Man Lu not know his son's little thoughts? Worried that he would make a scene and be laughed at, he smashed his pipe and said in a deep voice, "Alright, if you don't want to eat, get out. You are so ungrateful. When has your brother ever been without you?"
Li Cuihua's eldest wife benefited the most, so she naturally flattered the third wife.
"Second brother, this is just you being ignorant. The third brother is the lucky star of the family. Why are you thinking about his food when you are asked to do some work?"
Since Boss Lu is in the city, almost all the housework falls on Boss Lu and Lu Changqing.
They couldn't order Lu Changqing around, so they could only let Lu Laoer work like an old ox.
Lu Lao Er got angry because he was talked about like this for a bite of food.
Ignoring the condemnation of others, Lu Lao Er picked up Lu Weiguo's porridge and drank it in one gulp. He took the white flour steamed buns made specially for him and stuffed them into his mouth. "Why can't I eat? The Lu family let him live alone, right? If I can't eat enough, then let your precious son go to the fields."
Old Lady Lu screamed and grabbed a broom to hit him, "You starving bastard, put it down right here! That belongs to your third brother. How can you deserve to eat white flour?"
Lu Lao Er jumped up, dodged directly, and stuffed big mouthfuls of food into his mouth. "He, Lu Weiguo, is also a peasant. Why is he pretending to be a city dweller and doing capitalism? He will be reported. If you don't give me food, I won't go to the fields."
Lu Lao Er's voice was too loud and attracted a lot of people.
Seeing the farce of the Lu family, many people felt a sense of gloating.
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