Mother Zhao did not close the kitchen door, so the kitchen was noisy, it was the sound of mother Zhao cooking, and occasionally there was a sound of chopping on the chopping board.

The words are completely ignored.

It didn't take long for Mother Zhao's food to be ready.

She gave Yange a bowl and herself a bowl.

Standing on the table, shouting song: "Dine."

Her voice was cold, without the slightest weakness when she spoke in front of people.

Yange got up and sat over.

Every time the host eats, they take their own dishes and eat on the balcony.

But obviously, Yange didn't want this.

She sat at the table, silently picked up chopsticks, and put a rib on her mouth.

Mother Zhao glared at her for a few moments, but did not play as usual.

Ribs are salty and bitter.

Yange spit on the table after biting.

Mother Zhao bowed her head and ate slowly.

So the bowl she ate was added by Zhao's mother.

Yange said nothing, she poured her whole bowl of ribs on the table, and took the bowl to the kitchen.

There are spare ribs in the kitchen pan.

Mother Zhao did not expect Yange to be so bold.

Before Yan Ge took a few steps, Zhao's mother stretched her shoulders.

"How can you drain good ribs? Your dad is in jail, don't you know? Do you think there is a lot of money at home? I want to make a rib for you, and you want to drain it. Do you think the money is easy, pork ribs? Is it easy to come? "

A needle suddenly appeared in her hand, and she poked it at Yan Ge's shoulder.

After she said those words, she stared blankly at the song and lowered her voice. She said in disgust, "You are a scourge, you are the victim of our family's restlessness, and even your dad was sent to the prison. You are a scourge. Why do not you go to hell!"

She was probably afraid that others would hear it, and her voice was low, and only a pair of eyes staring at Yange looked like poisonous poisonous snakes, and the venom and aversion in her eyes were not concealed at all.

Yange raised her hand when her pinching hand was about to hit her shoulder and grabbed her wrist.

"I'm your mother. I gave birth to you to support you. I didn't let you harm me ..."

Before the mother Zhao said this, Yan Ge had pulled the needle from her finger, and in Zhao mother's astonished eyes, she held the needle and pierced Zhao mother's thigh.

One click after another.

Fast and ruthless.

Every stitch was almost lost in Zhao's thigh.

Zhao mother screamed in pain.

In the past, Zhao Mother often used a needle to pierce Zhao Xiaomei. Counting this, this is the first time that Zhao Mother has experienced the pain of being stuck with a needle.

She stretched out her hand and chanted: "Bitch, you are brave!"

Yange is not just Zhao Xiaomei who was beaten. She turned away from Mother Zhao's hand and raised her foot on Zhao's leg.

Mother Zhao had been beaten by her father before, but now she was beaten by her own daughter. How could she be willing, so struggling to stand up and sing: "Dying you, dare to hit your mother, do you think Your dad was cowed when he was put in jail. You are a bitch. Because you are all done at home, the old lady should strangle you to death. "

Yange was much faster than her. She picked up the chair and smashed it on Zhao's mother. She had no energy in her hands. Therefore, Zhao's mother completely fell to the ground.

Yange took a chair and smashed Zhao mother a few times. In the voice of Zhao mother crying, she went into the kitchen and re-boiled a bowl of spare ribs. She took the kitchen knife in her hand.

She was sitting at the table, eating with a kitchen knife in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

She didn't say half a word from start to finish.