The Mo family all thought so too. A fat chicken weighing over ten pounds was bound to be oily; in the end, they blamed Old Lady Mo, the stingy old woman who was usually so miserly that she skimped on oil even when stir-frying vegetables. Now, eating such a fatty chicken, everyone felt like they hadn't properly absorbed its nourishment and all ended up ill, suffering from severe diarrhea, barely clinging to life.
"Mother, it's all your fault this time. You're always so stingy, barely a drop of oil in the food, and now look what you've done. You've ruined us all." Mo Daoyan had been running all night to the bathroom, his legs had thinned from running, and his bottom was so sore that every tug was painful. He confronted Old Lady Mo with a sky-high grievance.
