Perhaps it was because she was still carrying the last cold dish in her hands that distracted her, so she didn’t notice that Yang Xiao’an had also followed her inside.
As she placed the garlic cucumber on the table, she heard a cold and sharp voice from behind, "Oh, Third has really become quite capable, not only learning to demand a separate family, but also living quite comfortably after the split. Just look at these dishes on the table; I wonder if you’ve been showing any filial piety towards our parents. We all live in the same courtyard, after all, and people might not take kindly to the news if it spreads."
Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang’s faces turned red at Yang Xiao’an’s words, and even Ye Zi’an, who was sitting at the table, looked embarrassed. In fact, the couple had originally planned to have Old Lady Hua and Old Yang prepare the meal, but they were stopped by Yang Chuxia, who also refused to let them send any dishes to the other branches.
Yang Xiao’an looked at the couple’s expressions of guilt, then glanced at the stir-fried chili and small fish, garlic cucumber, a few medium-sized crabs, a bowl of spicy stir-fried scallops, and a specially bought red-braised chicken - which Old Yang had purchased - as well as a dish of green peppers and scrambled eggs, and swallowed hard, anger raging in his eyes.
Seeing that Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang remained silent, Yang Xiao’an continued triumphantly, "Judging from your reactions, you probably haven’t paid your respects to our parents. In that case, I’ll help you take these dishes to them." Saying this, he turned toward the table, and motioned to his own mother, "Mother, hurry up and bring that dish of chicken, let’s bring it to grandmother."
"Father, let me help too." Just as Ms.Ye was about to come over, her daughter Yang Lichun rushed ahead of her, reaching out with both hands to grab the bowl of chicken.
Yang Chuxia looked at the second branch family of three’s shameless behavior as if they were the only people in the room, and couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
Well, never mind the disgusted feeling; it’s better to deal with such shameless people by using fists rather than words.
So, as soon as Yang Lichun reached out her hand, Yang Chuxia grabbed it and even pinched hard on her wrist. This caused Yang Lichun to cry out in pain, "Mother, mother, help! My hand, my hand is going to break."
"You, damn girl, release your cousin now!" Ms. Ye was not like Ms. Liu; she didn’t have the courage and selflessness to step forward and pull Yang Chuxia away when she saw her holding Yang Lichun’s hand tightly while holding a kitchen knife she had grabbed at some point in the other.
"Put the food in your hand down!" Yang Chuxia ignored Ms. Ye, gripping Yang Lichun’s hand and staring straight at Yang Xiao’an.
Yang Xiao’an was, of course, unwilling... When did it become Yang Dachuan’s turn to enjoy fine food and drink? what’s more, how much silver had this meal cost? Yang Xiao’an’s heart burned with anger - all this money belonged to him! Yes, at this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the incident with Hainü.
In Yang Xiao’an’s eyes, Yang Dachuan was a slave to the Yang family, and slaves were not allowed to have something as valuable as silver - even if they did, that silver belonged to him. Delicious food was even more unthinkable; in his view, giving Yang Dachuan a bowl of corn porridge every day was an immense favor. Because Yang Xiao’an thought this way, the children of the third branch family were also like slaves in his eyes.
But now, he saw a small slave grabbing his daughter, shouting at him, and asking him to put down the food in his hand - the anger in his heart surged.