"This damn woman just deserves a beating. While I, the old granny, munch on vegetables and radishes every day, she has the nerve to feast on meat and fish without fearing divine punishment." In just a few days, several plump chickens had disappeared, and Old Lady Mo felt as if her heart and other internal organs were in agony. She was itching to peel a few pounds of flesh from Madam Xie's body to quell her rage.
"Isn't there still one chicken left?" Mo Yaner pointed out, indicating the cage in Old Lady Mo's hands.
"Damn it all, Old Master Mo clearly brought over four plump chickens, and these wretched fools have left only one." Old Lady Mo was seething with anger, cursing unreservedly.
Mo Yaner's face turned ugly at the mention of "wretched fools."
