Chapter 308: You Won’t Live to See That Day

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: You Won’t Live to See That Day

Breakfast was pickled vegetable buns and congee, served with fermented soybeans mixed with lard.

Jiang Moli was enjoying her meal when a system notification suddenly sounded in her mind: 『Disgust Value +3. 30,000 yuan credited.』

’Huh?’

’Sitting at home, and money falls from the sky.’

Jiang Moli’s food tasted even better.

...

At the hospital, Lu Cheng and Lu Deyao were with Zhu Huanghua, waiting in line for an electrocardiogram.

The line was long, filled with people both old and young.

Zhu Huanghua sat in her wheelchair, lamenting tearfully to a few other elderly men and women around her age:

"My life is so bitter. My husband passed away just a few days ago, and now my son and daughter-in-law are letting that little harlot bully a poor old woman like me. She even tried to poison me with arsenic! That black-hearted, rotten-gutted beast! Heaven will make her pay sooner or later..."

The group of elderly men and women empathized deeply with Zhu Huanghua, their eyes welling up with tears as they listened.

The old ladies who had poor relationships with their own daughters-in-law were especially incensed, gnashing their teeth in hatred for a vicious and cruel granddaughter-in-law like Jiang Moli.

『Disgust Value +4. 40,000 yuan credited.』

Lu Deyao couldn’t listen anymore and spoke up to stop Zhu Huanghua. "Mom, please don’t talk nonsense. Moli made you brown sugar water, not arsenic. Didn’t you see her drink it herself?"

"Listen to him! The good-for-nothing beast is still protecting that little harlot!"

Hearing Zhu Huanghua curse Jiang Moli, Lu Cheng grew displeased.

"Grandma, you keep calling her a ’little harlot’ in front of strangers. You’re being disgraceful for your age, so don’t blame the younger generation for being disrespectful."

That phrase, "disgraceful for your age," absolutely infuriated Zhu Huanghua.

She pointed at Lu Cheng and railed, "You’re no good either! You ungrateful wolf, siding with an outsider! Ganging up with that vicious woman to bully a poor old lady like me! Heaven will come for the two of you sooner or later!"

"Grandma, speak with a clear conscience. If we were truly unfilial, we wouldn’t have brought you to the hospital for a check-up first thing in the morning. We would’ve just let you get sick. If you died, it would save us a lot of trouble."

"You! You! Oh, my heavens! Old man, open your eyes and look at these unfilial descendants..."

"Grandma, stop shouting. What if Grandpa really shows up and decides to take you with him?"

Lu Cheng’s words made Zhu Huanghua choke.

For the first time, Lu Deyao felt that his son’s talent for infuriating people was quite useful.

...

They returned home from the check-up just in time for lunch.

Because Zhu Huanghua had bad teeth, Ma Hongmei had specially prepared a congee with minced meat and steamed a bowl of egg custard.

The meat was finely minced, the congee was cooked until it was soft and practically melted, and it was sprinkled with minced ginger and chopped scallions. Eaten with the egg custard, it was a very nutritious meal.

"This is disgusting! It’s like goddamn pig slop! If you don’t know how to cook, then don’t! You’re just wasting good food..."

Zhu Huanghua muttered and grumbled as she ate.

No one at the table looked happy.

Ma Hongmei in particular felt terrible. She had worked hard to cook the meal only to be criticized. But she couldn’t argue with the old woman, so she could only swallow her anger in silence.

CLACK.

Jiang Moli put down her chopsticks. Under the gaze of the entire family, she stood up, walked over to Zhu Huanghua, took the spoon from her hand, and, along with the egg custard and congee, SPLASH, poured it all into the slop bucket.

"Grandma, if it’s disgusting, then don’t eat it. We shouldn’t force ourselves. But we still need to keep a record. Aunt Hongmei, please put Grandma’s lunch on her tab later."

"Oh, okay."

Ma Hongmei glanced at the stunned Zhu Huanghua, feeling an indescribable sense of secret satisfaction.

Zhu Huanghua’s eyes stabbed at Jiang Moli like daggers. "You wasteful wench! Tossing out good food like that! You’ll get your just deserts!"

"Don’t worry, you won’t live to see that day."

Zhu Huanghua was so furious she nearly fell over backward.

Jiang Moli returned to her seat and continued eating. As she ate, she said to Zhu Huanghua, "Grandma, our Aunt Hongmei is the best cook in the family. From now on, she’ll be making all the meals. If you can’t get used to her cooking, you can just go hungry."

After speaking, she casually picked up a juicy piece of fatty pork belly and placed it in Ma Hongmei’s bowl. "Aunt Hongmei, eat more. You worked hard cooking for us."

"Ah, Moli, you eat too."

When no one was looking, Ma Hongmei quietly lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes.

For so many years, she had grown accustomed to working hard without complaint and had never felt that it was a hardship.

But at this moment, she felt that her hard work had been worth it.

Zhu Huanghua was panting with rage, looking as if she might pass out at any second.

Lu Deyao and An Hui looked at each other, at a loss.

Lu Deyao was troubled. ’Are we really not going to do anything about Mom?’

An Hui calmly continued eating. ’You handle her. I’m not.’

Lu Deyao decided, ’If you’re not, I’m not either.’

With that, he buried his head in his food.

The whole family went back to eating their own meals, leaving Zhu Huanghua to stew.

After a moment, Jiang Moli kicked Lu Cheng under the table. "Go make Grandma a bowl of black sesame paste. You’re not really going to let her starve, are you?"

Zhu Huanghua fumed again.

Lu Cheng stifled a laugh and agreed. He quickly prepared a bowl of fragrant black sesame paste and brought it to Zhu Huanghua.

"Grandma, have some sesame paste."

Zhu Huanghua turned her head away in a sulk.

Jiang Moli said, "Grandma, that sesame paste was made for you. Whether you eat it or not, it’s going on your tab."

Hearing that it was her own money being spent again, Zhu Huanghua’s heart ached with the expense.

Her sulk vanished. She picked up the spoon and began scooping the sesame paste into her mouth, one spoonful at a time.

Seeing that Zhu Huanghua was finally willing to eat, the whole family breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Lu Cheng gave Jiang Moli a thumbs-up. ’My wife is amazing!’

Jiang Moli gave a slight smirk.

’Zhu Huanghua’s greatest weakness is her thriftiness—she can’t stand spending money. Once you have a grip on that, how could you not be able to handle her?’

...

Lu Cheng’s train was at 7 p.m.

After lunch, Jiang Moli helped him pack his luggage.

Well, "helped" meant she sat on a stool and gave orders while Lu Cheng did all the work.

"The cured pork, cured sausage, and bean paste are for Sister Wenjuan. The peanut brittle and stationery are for Xin’er, Xi’er, and their brother. The yarn and fabric are for Tang Xiaoyue."

Lu Cheng mentally noted her words as he placed the items into the duffel bag.

Having been in the military for years, he was a master at organizing his belongings. He arranged everything neatly and tidily.

It was a pleasing sight.

Just like the man himself.

After tying up the bag, Lu Cheng stood up and walked over to Jiang Moli. He braced his long arms on either side of her, his broad frame enveloping her completely.

His deep eyes were full of love and reluctance as he gazed at her. "You’ve thought of something for everyone. What about me? What are you giving me?"

Like a queen, Jiang Moli hooked his chin with her finger. "How about I give you eight sons?"

A smile spread across Lu Cheng’s face. "Really? You said it!"

Jiang Moli found it amusing. "If we really have eight sons, can you afford to raise them?"

"I can! As long as they’re yours, I can afford to raise any number of them!"

After saying this, he pecked her on the lips, his joy overflowing. But then his expression turned serious. "Moli, even though I want to have children with you, I promised I would respect your wishes. If you don’t want to have kids, we won’t. You’re the one I care about. You’re the one I want to share my life with, through thick and thin, until we’re old and gray."

"Mm, I know."

Lu Cheng thought she looked so endearing at that moment that he wished he could stuff her in his pocket and take her to the barracks with him.

He stroked Jiang Moli’s soft cheek dotingly. "Grandma has a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Looking after Mom and Dad for me... it’ll be hard on you."

Jiang Moli raised an eyebrow. "I’ll handle it."