Chapter 148: The right pot for the right stove
"...Brother, what are you talking about?"
Her honest brother who cared about saving face had never shown her his anger all these years. Chen Yanmei, used to her way in her parents’ home, didn’t feel guilty seeing him angry. Instead, she thought that he and his wife were being too petty.
"I didn’t say anything wrong. Your family has many children, and indeed, cooking a big pot of food is like stirring pig’s food. Not only me, but Baodan’s dad also says so. We’re family. I just say what I think without hypocrisy. Why are you so angry?"
Why getting angry on hear about their financial difficulty? Even if she didn’t say it, wouldn’t they realize their financial troubles?
She thought that their financial difficulties were down to their rigid mindset. Despite being poor, they still wanted to have so many children, even risking fines to have them. She had suggested in the past that they should give their youngest daughter and third daughter for adoption, but they refused. She didn’t understand why they were so insistent on raising so many burdens, which even take up space. Having seven people crammed into their small house made her reluctant to visit unless it was during the holidays.
"Fine, if my home is but a pig’s sty and our food is pig’s slop, then I’m unworthy of being your brother. From now on, you may act as if you don’t have a brother. I’m unworthy of having a sister like you." If Chen Yanmei wasn’t holding Baodan, her brother would have slapped her. To avoid hitting her in front of his nephew, he could only swallow his anger and turned his face away to leave.
If he stays any longer, he would lose his patience and hit her.
"Brother..."
Chen Yanmei called out to his departing figure a few times. Seeing that he didn’t respond, she suddenly remembered their uncle was still here. "Uncle, tell me the truth. Did I do anything wrong? I just told the truth. I didn’t say anything wrong!"
"Don’t you dare call me uncle. My family’s food is even worse than pig’s swill." Her uncle’s face darkened. He threw the bamboo stick in his hand to the side of the road, turned around, and left.