Chapter 286: Chapter 286 Give Me the Knife_1 Chapter 286: Chapter 286 Give Me the Knife_1 “The thing that Auntie Zhang is best at is playing the victim. Jiang Hui and Jiang Minmin were both raised by her, they’re just like her. I suppose she’s probably on her way over to give us trouble now,” commented Zhuanzhuan.
“Yes!” Nan Fei murmured softly, “So, mom’s tolerance makes no difference. All it’ll get us is more rampant revenge from Auntie Zhang.” After saying this, she turned and surveyed her home.
It was simple and small but also very cozy. She didn’t want her home to suffer any disaster.
Given Auntie Zhang’s combativeness, she could do just anything when she throws a fit.
Curse, play dirty, throw feces, she can do anything you can think of and even the ones you can’t.
“Sis, what should we do?” Zhuanzhuan asked quietly.
“We can’t let her come over here.” When Nan Fei’s gaze returned to the interior of the house, she saw her mother chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up. “There’s a saying, those who have nothing fear those who have something, and those who are aggressive fear those who have no fear of dying. Let’s put Auntie Zhang’s aggressiveness to the test.”
Zhuanzhuan quickly understood, asking worriedly, “Won’t this be threatening?”
“A bit threatening, but it will nip any future trouble in the bud. Or would you like the past to repeat itself?”
Zhuanzhuan also knew what her sister was referring to.
Once when they were young, their father had offended Auntie Zhang in some way. While he was eating his meal, Auntie Zhang barged in and dumped a scalding bowl of porridge over his head.
As a child, Zhuanzhuan developed sepsis due to a belly button infection. At that time, their father and his brothers were still living together. Afraid of having to fork out money for medical expenses, Auntie Zhang used to barge in saying they should drown Zhuanzhuan in the toilet.
Even up until Zhuanzhuan started to have vague memories, Auntie Zhang liked to bring up the drowning story with a tone of regret for not carrying it out.
“Hand me the knife.” Nan Fei’s command was curt and without hesitation.
Zhuanzhuan looked down, hiding her excitement, and quickly went to secretly get the knife their mother had used to chop the vegetables.
Jiang Yang, his fair little face tilted, watched what Zhuanzhuan was doing. The sharp kitchen knife, under the last slanting sunbeams of the setting sun, reflected a fierce cold glow.
It illuminated Jiang Yang’s face. His small face was so pale it was almost translucent.
Jiang Yang dropped the tree branch in his hand and sneakily followed them out.
“Give me the knife! This is threatening, better if I do it.” Nan Fei, thin and delicate, her figure might not be full, but it was tall and upright.
The slender her, at some point, had already grown to shoulder the entire family’s sky.
Zhuanzhuan, in a daze, looked at her, not even realizing she was handing the knife over.
“Nan Fei, what are you doing outside? Quickly come in and help me add firewood!” Zhang Fengmei was cooking in the kitchen. Finding the heat insufficient, she realized all three children were outside.
“Hurry back in!” She urged them again.
Nan Fei looked to see Auntie Liu Yongxia’s imposing figure headed their way. She kept a straight face, smilingly said, “Mom, my pneumonia hasn’t completely recovered yet! I can’t risk being irritated by smoke.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fengmei felt both heartache and guilt. Her daughter hadn’t fully recovered and she was still letting her help in the smoky kitchen.
She surreptitiously wiped away a tear and called out loudly, “Then you wait outside, I’ll do it myself! As soon as the meal is ready, your dad ought to be back from the fields.”
Jiang Dechun would be busy weeding the rice fields. He had to go to the market to sell soy products in the morning. Returning in the afternoon meant working in the fields, getting up in the middle of the night to start processing soy products until morning.
Busy all day, like a spinning top, without any time to come home.