Chapter 5: The Second Branch Returns

Mrs. Luo was truly unwilling and gritted her teeth, saying, “Fine, I’ll cook the meal, but I’m no superwoman. Sister-in-law, you have to at least wash the clothes for me.”

Seeing Wen Ye glaring fiercely, she grew afraid and bit her lip, “At worst, I’ll wash them for you tomorrow. If you don’t wash them now, you’ll have no clothes to wear by then.”

Inside the house, Mrs. Lin and Wen Lan trembled slightly, about to step out, but Wen Ye’s fierce voice rang out again: “Are you talking about that pile at the foot of your bed? Big Uncle’s filthy pants are still in there! My mother never washes Big Uncle’s underwear! You’re so eager to take turns washing with my mother—is that because you want to wash my father’s underwear? What, your man isn’t dead yet, and you’re already eyeing your little uncle?”

Mrs. Luo’s foot slipped, and she fell flat on the ground, trembling all over but too angry to say a word.

“Ha ha ha!” A passing villager laughed at the door. “Good heavens, this rich daughter-in-law is trying to flirt with her little uncle?”

Wen Ye wanted to speak again, but Old Wen the Third rushed over and covered his daughter’s mouth, almost in tears, “Stop it! Stop it!”

If this continued, rumors about Mrs. Luo consorting with Wen Ye’s father would spread.

But he swore his sister-in-law was innocent! Besides, she was as fat as a pig; he couldn’t possibly be interested.

“You little slut, how dare you slander my innocence? I’ll tear your mouth apart!” Mrs. Luo screamed and lunged forward.

Before she could reach her, a bloodstained firewood knife suddenly sliced across Wen Ye’s chest.

Seeing the knife, Mrs. Luo slammed on the brakes and fell to the ground, crying out, “Ah…”

“Come on then!” Wen Ye brandished the knife.

Mrs. Luo’s face was full of terror. She hated Wen Ye fiercely but dared not utter a sound.

“Not done yet, huh?” came Wen Lao Da’s voice from the north room. “You disgraceful thing! Hurry up and get back to cooking!”

Only then did Mrs. Luo shiver as she got up and muttered curses toward the main hall, “Mei Ya Mei Ya, get out here and light the stove!”

A fifteen-year-old girl emerged from the main hall. She was Wen Mei, daughter of the eldest branch.

Her delicate face was tense, but she didn’t help Mrs. Luo; instead, she stomped off toward the kitchen.

Mother and daughter had no heart for cooking, and their culinary skills were poor.

In the end, they made a pot of porridge from coarse rice, which was burnt.

They stir-fried some cabbage and tofu, added leftover pickles from noon, and that was dinner.

Old Wen’s mother was still lying in bed, unconscious, and Wen Lao Da was sulking and hadn’t come out.

At the dinner table sat only Mrs. Luo and her daughter.

Wen Ye didn’t want to eat with the eldest branch in the main hall, so she ladled a large bowl of coarse rice porridge and half of each of the three dishes onto a plate, then carried it into the small hut.

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