"My mom made a bunch of fried meat patties this morning, why do you only like to eat your own compressed biscuits and not a single bite of our food? If you keep this up, the people in the village will hate my dad even more. Everyone is already holding a grudge because my father didn't go to worship the Harvest God Vemon last year. Can't you stop making everyone think our family is so stingy?"
At her tender age, Marlene seemed to understand her father's predicament. There was no way she didn't hear the commotion last night; it was only because of Dahlia's protection that the children didn't run down and stand in front of their father.
But listening to the villagers scolding her dad for not willing to worship the deity and being selfish, only looking after his own family's interest, was even more painful for the kids than being scolded themselves.
Idiot glanced at her...
