Mo Daoyan and his wife exchanged a glance, their faces full of pride. That's the advantage of having a son; the first wife was destined to only bear daughters, a fortune she could not envy.
Auntie Sun was green with jealousy. That old hag was too biased. They were both sons' wives, so why should she work like a dog, taking care of a whole family of people, and even the household animals? Once her anger flared up, there was no holding back as she threw the bowl on the table with all her might...
"Clang!"
Instantly, rice was scattered all over the table.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on her, wondering what got into her.
"This stinking old maid, what's gotten into her? If you're not going to eat, then get out." Old Lady Mo, who was happily anticipating her grandson's return, saw Auntie Sun throw the bowl and her face immediately darkened. Her triangluar eyes glared sinisterly as she scolded, "You spilled the rice today, so don't even think about eating tonight."
