Chapter 303: Chapter 303: So Hungry My Stomach is Stuck to My Back Chapter 303: Chapter 303: So Hungry My Stomach is Stuck to My Back It was already past noon, and the whole family had planned to rush to Xuexue’s place to fight for some meat to eat, only to be sent right back home.
Madam Ruan was so hungry her front touched her back, and as she busied herself with chores, she complained a great deal, saying Old Lady Mo was useless and couldn’t even keep Madam Xie in check, wasting so much meat for nothing.
Mo Daoyan was cooking rice with her in the kitchen, and upon hearing this, he said, “Wife, don’t let Mother hear you saying these things, or it’ll just make her unhappy again.”
As Madam Ruan rinsed the rice, she curled her lip and said, “Unhappy then let her be unhappy, it’s the truth, isn’t it? Madam Xie used to be so timid in our house, wouldn’t dare to fart, but now she can’t be controlled. She still has the face to be a mother-in-law.”
Mo Daoyan said, “Big Sister and Big Brother have already separated, what sort of mother-in-law is that? In my opinion! It’s all because Big Bull is backing Madam Xie up, causing them to be so arrogant.”
Madam Ruan said, “Xuexue, that damned girl, is also quite something, where did she get a wild man from?”
While speaking, Madam Ruan opened the cupboard and took out some cured meat.
Mo Daoyan’s eyes widened, “Wife! Are you seeking death? Aren’t you afraid mother-in-law will scold you?”
Madam Ruan was annoyed, “What’s there to be scared of? Madam Xie got to eat meat, and I have a son. Am I worse than her? Can’t even eat a piece of cured meat?”
By now, Mo Daoyan was also starving to death. It was always vegetables every day, making his mouth water. Especially just now at Xuexue’s, seeing them entertain the villagers with lavish meat and fish, he had been extremely envious.
“Fine, fine, fine, you cook it, make a bit more, I’m nearly dying of hunger.”
“You said it, ah. When mother-in-law scolds me later, you better back me up.”
“Fine, fine, it’s just a few pieces of cured meat. Mother won’t scold me over that.”
Hearing her husband say so, Madam Ruan, who initially planned to steam just one piece of cured meat, ended up steaming a few more. She steamed almost half of all the cured meat in the cupboard.
At that moment, Mo Xiuzhi was also hungry and came back. As soon as she entered the courtyard and smelled the aroma of meat, she scampered inside.
“Wow! It smells so good, mother, what delicious things are there?” she said, her eyes eagerly scanning the pot.
As a young girl, she normally didn’t get to eat meat at the dining table unless it was a festival or new year. Madam Ruan would usually sneak her some in the kitchen, so Mo Xiuzhi thought this time would be the same.
With a beaming smile, Madam Ruan said, “Don’t worry. Mother has steamed a lot of meat. We’ll eat it at the dining table in a bit!”
Anxiously, Mo Xiuzhi asked, “Will grandmother let us?”
Dismissing the concern, Madam Ruan said, “I cooked so much; how can she finish it all by herself?”
Madam Ruan thought that as long as her husband stepped in, Old Lady Mo wouldn’t do much to her, but she was mistaken.
Old Lady Mo was notoriously stingy. After finding out, she threw a fierce tantrum and even gave Madam Ruan a beating.
“Ahh woo woo woo… I can’t live , I won’t go on! For the Mo family, I bore a son. I can’t even eat a piece of cured meat. What else is there to look forward to in life!”
After the beating from Old Lady Mo, Madam Ruan was in a state of disarray, causing a commotion in the courtyard.
Mo Daoyan felt helpless, “Wife, don’t cry, it’s all my fault, okay now?”
Between sobs, Madam Ruan cursed, “It is your fault! You, a grown man, what’s wrong with your woman eating a piece of meat? I have to look at that old hag’s face for everything.”
In the house, Old Lady Mo also didn’t get off easy. During the fight with Madam Ruan, she got her face scratched and ended up looking like a patchwork cat.
The big basin of cured meat did end up benefitting Old Master Mo. He was seen drinking and eating meat, thoroughly enjoying himself, completely unconcerned with the women fighting.