Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Sun Guifen did not cry out loud.

She just gritted her teeth, her shoulders trembling little by little.

The room was eerily quiet. Steam rose slowly from the braised pork, then dissipated little by little.

Sun Guifen reached out to wipe away her tears, but her hand froze in mid-air halfway up.

She just thought it was absurd.

It's utterly absurd.

Sun Guifen turned her head, her gaze sweeping blankly across the all-too-familiar room.

The camphor wood chest against the wall was the dowry that her family insisted on when she got married. The transistor radio in the glass cabinet was brought back by Zhang Dafa through someone two years ago. The thermos with a chipped red paint on the corner of the table was used by the couple for almost ten years.

Every item in this house, every crack, reflects the struggles they've endured for most of their lives.

How many times have they argued in their lives?

Even Sun Guifen herself couldn't figure it out.

Back then, she overturned the dinner table because Zhang Dafa secretly sent coarse grains to his mother in the countryside; because Wang Guowei took the blame and became an apprentice in the factory, she didn't let Zhang Dafa sleep on the bed for half a month, and cursed his ancestors to the eighteenth generation.

The worst time she caused a scene, she even packed her bags and sat in the courtyard throwing a tantrum, even going so far as to the old factory director's office.

But every time it's all bark and no bite.

Every single time, Zhang Dafa would end up hanging his head, like a farmhand who had done something wrong, trying to appease her and coax her back so they could continue living this chaotic life together.

Over the past few decades, I've used the most offensive and vulgar language and torn apart the most ugly faces.

Why did it have to be like this this time?

She had clearly laid the steps down to his feet, and even prepared braised pork and steamed egg cake.

How come he didn't even bother to argue, and just quietly erased most of his life like that?

Just then, a familiar knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Auntie!"

Are you home?

"I'm starving!"

Sun Guifen suddenly raised her head.

The tear stains on her face hadn't dried yet, but the astonishment and absurdity in her eyes turned cold almost instantly.

Wang Guowei.

It's Wang Guowei again.

The person outside was still banging on the door: "Auntie? Open the door! I know you're home, I'm starving!"

Sun Guifen stood there, her chest heaving violently twice, before finally walking over with a blank face and pulling open the door.

A cold wind suddenly rushed into the room.

Wang Guowei stood at the door with his neck hunched, stamping his feet as he peered tentatively into the house.

He was about to complain about the cold weather, but his eyes lit up when he saw the braised pork, scrambled eggs, and the tightly wrapped steamed egg custard on the octagonal table.

"Wow, Auntie, this dish is pretty hearty today!"

He didn't even bother to wipe the mud off his shoes. He rubbed his hands together and swaggered into the house, plopping down in the spot where Zhang Dafa usually sat.

He looked around, then pouted, "Where's my uncle? He's still not back? It's been over a month, and he's still arguing with you at the factory?"

Sun Guifen didn't speak, she just stared at him coldly.

Wang Guowei was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere in the room. He casually picked up the chopsticks on the table and began to stir the braised pork without restraint, then picked out the fattest piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed with grease dripping from his mouth, mumbling indistinctly, "This guy really doesn't know what's good for him. If it weren't for the Sun family's connections, would that poor country bumpkin have been able to settle down in the city? He was so poor back then he couldn't even afford a pair of pants! Now that he's got the title of deputy factory director, he's got a big head on his shoulders. He hasn't been home for over a month, and he really thinks he's someone important!"

"Isn't he just taking advantage of his power to think that our Sun family isn't good enough for him?"

Wang Guowei spat out a bone fragment and waved his hand dismissively: "Forget it, if he doesn't come back, so be it. He's spoiled with his bad habits. If he won't eat, I will. Lately, the factory has been serving nothing but radishes and vegetables. I haven't gotten a single bite of oil in my stomach. I'm exhausted."

While complaining, his hands, smeared with grease, reached over the plate and grabbed at the unopened package of sponge cake on the corner of the table.

"This rice cake looks pretty fresh. Did the supply and marketing cooperative just get it? I'll take it home for a late-night snack."

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out in the room.

Wang Guowei received a heavy slap on the back of his hand, which stung painfully.

The bag of sponge cakes he had just touched rolled into the middle of the eight-immortal table.

Wang Guowei was stunned, holding up his hand covered in grease, staring in astonishment at his aunt who usually doted on him.

"Auntie, why did you hit me?"

Sun Guifen stood by the table, staring coldly at him. "This is for your uncle."

Wang Guowei paused for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "My uncle hasn't come back yet, so it's just sitting there anyway..."

"Is it just sitting there anyway?" Sun Guifen said as if she had heard a joke.

She suddenly pointed at the dishes on the table, her voice rising abruptly: "Wang Guowei, do you know what day it is today?"

Wang Guowei's lips moved slightly: "My uncle's birthday?"

"You even know it's your uncle's birthday!"

Sun Guifen's eyes were still red, but her words were like knives stabbing outwards.

"He hasn't been home for over a month!"

"I cooked this whole table of food, reheated it again and again, and called him to come back."

"He's not coming back!"

"He said there's no point in coming back to this home!" Wang Guowei's face stiffened for a moment.

Wang Guowei's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Snapped!"

Immediately afterwards, the fat on his face twitched violently, and he slammed the pair of chopsticks covered in oil onto the table, shouting in a rough voice.

"What does he mean?!"

Wang Guowei glared, his fur standing on end like a stray dog ​​whose tail had been stepped on: "If he's not coming back, he's not coming back! Who does he think he is, giving us the cold shoulder? Does he really think he's some kind of high-ranking official?"

"Auntie, don't listen to him praising me on the phone! Who does Zhang Dafa think he is? Back when he came to our Sun family to propose marriage with half-dried, rotten sweet potatoes, he looked like a beggar, not daring to even lift his head!"

Wang Guowei got more and more into his rant.

"If you hadn't been blind and insisted on marrying him back then, with his poor and pathetic appearance, how could he have settled down in the city? How could he have made it this far at the Red Star Factory? Our Sun family raised an ungrateful wretch! Now that he's become the deputy factory director, he's eating the meat and then trying to kick us to the curb?"

"Is there any point in him coming back? Pshaw! If he's so capable, he shouldn't ever come back!"

The room echoed with Wang Guowei's furious shouts and curses.

Sun Guifen stood there stiffly, staring intently at her furious nephew.

Looking at the grease still on his lips and his self-righteous, shameless manner.

Sun Guifen suddenly felt a wave of nausea and vomiting in her stomach.

She spent most of her life emptying her husband's family's savings to support her own. In order for her nephew to get a job in the factory and earn a full salary, she didn't hesitate to break ties with the man she had been with for half her life, forcing him to sleep on the sidelines for more than a month.

The results of it?

Not only did they not say a single good word about Zhang Dafa, but when this man couldn't even get a hot meal on his birthday, they pointed their fingers at him and called him an ingrate.

Who is the real ingrate here?!

Sun Guifen closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the cold air.

When she opened her eyes again, she grabbed the old tea mug with its red paint chipped off on the table and, without any hesitation, smashed it hard against Wang Guowei's incessantly talking face.

"Bang!"

The teacup grazed Wang Guowei's scalp as it flew past and slammed heavily against the door frame, scattering shards of porcelain all over the floor.

Wang Guowei shrank back in fright and screamed, the curse that was about to come out stuck in his throat. He looked at Sun Guifen, who seemed to have gone mad, with suspicion and uncertainty.

"roll."

Sun Guifen pointed to the thick darkness outside the gate, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper was being ground, her eyes revealing a resolute and cold despair after utter despair.

"From now on, don't ever set foot in my house again."

"Get out!"