Chapter 48 - 48 48 Liao Zhaojis Calculations (5)_1

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Liao Zhaoji’s Calculations (5)_1 Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Liao Zhaoji’s Calculations (5)_1 Liao Zhaoji finally brought over ten eggs, watching the Ruanlin Family take them with a look of deep pain. She herself couldn’t bear to eat them, nor had she given any to Ruan Chi and the others; instead, she thought to save more and send them back to her parent’s home someday. Now, giving away almost half of them to that ‘good-for-nothing’ really made her heart ache.

Even so, she had to put on a forced smile and said, “Mom, Ruan Wei is talking nonsense. There aren’t many eggs left, and here, I’ve brought all of them.”

“There were clearly a lot yesterday!” Ruan Wei shouted.

“I used them to get money yesterday!” Liao Zhaoji turned and glared fiercely at him, wishing she could just swallow him whole, this stupid son.

Ruan Wei continued to mutter, completely oblivious to the murderous look in his mother’s eyes.

The matriarch of the Ruanlin Family certainly knew that Liao Zhaoji was lying, but she didn’t mind; after all, if it weren’t for the kids, she would have feared that after a divorce, they’d end up with an even worse stepmother. She really would have made the decision to throw her back to the Liao Family long ago.

In the end, not only did Liao Zhaoji not get a rabbit, but she also lost ten eggs, her face gloomy all afternoon.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who had witnessed everything, was truly stunned, feeling that her grandmother’s fighting power was truly awesome!

Evening.

The kitchen of the Ruan Family’s main house was once again filled with the aroma of meat, a scent so enticing it made one’s mouth water. A rabbit, weighing around ten pounds, was entirely stir-fried by the matriarch of the Ruanlin Family. Upon smelling the scent, all the boys gathered around the stove, unable to move an inch.

During the last time they had chicken, the matriarch had called over the couple from the second room, but this time she really didn’t want to invite them—the sight of Liao Zhaoji just annoyed her.

But her own grandchildren were still her own, and she called them all to help themselves to a spoonful each, eating until their faces were greased, their expressions utterly content.

Ruan Jianguo hesitated, “Shouldn’t we call Jiandang over?”

“Call for what? Doesn’t he have hands or feet? Can’t he cook for himself? Now that we’ve divided the household, he’s still coming over for meals every day, is that reasonable? Besides, do you think it’s not enough that we’re raising these kids—you want to take his family in too?” The matriarch of the Ruanlin Family served Ruan Jiaojiao some boneless rabbit meat, giving Ruan Jianguo a disgruntled glance.

Ruan Jianguo didn’t really wish to provide for their entire family; he just felt it seemed a bit off not to invite his brother when they were having meat.

“Eat your own, or these boys will finish it all,” they say half-grown boys can eat a family into ruin, but here were six, and the Ruan Family hadn’t collapsed yet, which really was a miracle.

Smiling at the sight of the six boys lined up, Ruan Jianguo let go of his concerns and dug into his meal.

After all, although the rabbit meat was a bit sour, the matriarch had fixed it up, eliminating the sour taste and it was now incredibly delicious—so much so that you would want to swallow your tongue with it.

Next door.

Liao Zhaoji, smelling the meat, sat on a small stool in the kitchen, fire unlit, eyes anxiously fixed on the door, just waiting for Ruan Wei or Ruan Chi to come call her over for dinner.

But her eyes nearly fell out waiting, and still, no sight of the two boys.

Just as she thought about getting up to look around in the yard, Ruan Jiandang, who had just finished bathing, came over wiping his hair. Seeing the cold, unlit kitchen, he frowned and asked, “Why haven’t you started dinner yet and it’s so late?”

“They’re having meat at my mother’s, rabbit meat, over ten pounds for one!” she said.

“So what? What does that have to do with you?” Ruan Jiandang tossed the towel he was holding and walked over, opened the pot lid, and seeing that it indeed hadn’t been lit, his face turned unsightly, “What do you do all day at home, not even cooking meals?”