Chapter 57: Disgust You to Death

Chapter 57: Disgust You to Death

Su An bid farewell to Liu Huilan, who was wearing a gloomy expression, and continued to wander around the compound.

After a few rounds, she found Su Lei and Su Bai playing a game with paper cards under the large locust tree.

"Sister Su An~"

"Hey, playing? How come you two are still playing together? Aren't you afraid your parents will scold you?"

Su Bai looked a bit upset. "The kids in this compound aren't allowed to play with us. They say we're vicious, bad seeds, and good-for-nothings."

Su An shook her head. "People are inherently good at birth. Many heroes and righteous outlaws have been slandered. If we make mistakes, we correct them. If we believe we're right, let others talk! Don't be afraid of what others think. Live life on your own terms..."

"You need to have courage and be bold, and you should stand up against oppression. Why be afraid? We shouldn't care about others' opinions. When dealing with outsiders, we must be rational and not hurt them casually. They won't tolerate you unconditionally. They might even kill you on the spot and call the police. So, never casually hurt outsiders. But with family, it's different. Parents will unconditionally forgive their children. So, while we're young, we should explore more. When we grow up and look back..."

"Sister An An, but our parents beat us last time. We made mistakes, and they didn't forgive us!"

Su An looked solemn. "That was their mistake. Sons can't be wrong; only parents can be wrong."

"I'm telling you, a child's growth is closely related to their parents. While what I say isn't absolute, if you're not doing well now, it might be because they didn't teach you properly. If you're not successful, it could be because they didn’t give you the right start. If you're sick, it's because they didn't take care of you properly. Even if they die, if you're not doing well, it might be because they weren't buried properly. We can just dig them up and rebury them!"

"How can you be wrong? You're not wrong; it's all their fault."

Looking at Su Bai, Su An continued, "You see, Su Bai, when your brother's baby was sick last time, didn't your dad stand an egg on the table and tell your grandfather to leave quickly, and then the baby got better?"

Su Bai nodded instinctively.

Su An clapped her hands. "Exactly! You see, your dad knows that if the children at home get sick, it's his early-deceased father's fault. So, don't say things like not being successful in the future. If you're not successful while they're alive, it could be because they didn’t raise you properly. If you're not successful after they die, it might be because they didn't protect you from the afterlife. Why didn't they protect you? It's because you're not..."

Su An told the two kids several stories, and their eyes sparkled with excitement.

When Su An brought Su Lei back home, there were already two dishes and a soup on the table.

Egg and spinach soup, stir-fried tofu skin, and shredded potatoes.

Su An pouted. This meal was worse than what the Zhao family would serve.

"Su Lei, go wash your hands; it's almost time to eat."

Su Lei glanced at the dishes on the table, and his smile faded instantly.

Just now, Sister An An said that most parents show favoritism. Kids need to fight for their own interests. He hadn’t believed it because he always thought his parents favored him the most.

But there was half a roast chicken left over from the morning, and his mom said they would save it for the next meal. Why was it gone now?

Su Lei's hostile gaze immediately shot towards Su Jiao.

Mom must have hidden it for her!

"Ahhhh! I want roast chicken! I want roast chicken! I want roast chicken!"

Su Lei lay on the floor, roaring like a boiling kettle, repeatedly shouting.

Su An's eyes lit up. "Oh, Su Lei, get up quickly. There’s no roast chicken left. It’s too late to go buy some now."

Rolling on the floor, Su Lei shouted, "There’s roast chicken. It's at home. Mom hid it and gave it to that good-for-nothing to eat. You're being unfair. You secretly gave my roast chicken to that useless person. I hate you all!"

"Ahhh, I want the roast chicken! I'm the male heir of this family! Why should the roast chicken be given to that good-for-nothing girl? She's not even my father's child, so why should she eat the roast chicken bought with my father's money? Go ask your own father for roast chicken, give me back mine!"

Su Jiao's tears were welling up in her eyes from Su Lei's constant insults, calling her a 'good-for-nothing girl.'

"Who ate your roast chicken? Who ate your roast chicken?"

"It's you, you ate it!"

Su Jianjun felt a headache coming on and scolded Su Lei, "Stop it!"

After calming Su Lei down, he gave a dark look to Ji Qingqing. "If there's roast chicken, bring it out. Look at the scene here, what does it look like?"

Ji Qingqing was very reluctant. A whole roast chicken costs nearly four yuan, and half costs two yuan. She had only bought it because Su Jiao was visiting, and she and her husband were injured, so they needed some nourishment.

Seeing that Su Lei wouldn't let it go, Ji Qingqing glanced at Su An, feeling resentful that she was benefiting from the situation.

When the roast chicken was brought out, Su Lei wiped his eyes with his sleeve and immediately got up.

At the dinner table, Ji Qingqing watched Su An like she was a bandit.

Unlike before, Su An now dared to reach for the dishes.

Knowing that Ji Qingqing was unwilling to share the roast chicken with her, Su An drank a sip of the egg and spinach soup before reaching her chopsticks towards the roast chicken.

After she ate two pieces, Ji Qingqing started her antics. Whenever Su An tried to pick a piece of roast chicken, Ji Qingqing would snatch it away.

She grabbed the first piece and gave it to Su Jianjun. "Here, Jianjun, eat more. You need to work and earn money; we can't let you go hungry."

When Su An reached for the second piece, Ji Qingqing snatched it away again and handed it to Su Lei. "Here, eat more; you're still growing!"

Su An stretched her chopsticks out again, and Ji Qingqing immediately followed suit, mumbling, "Come on, Jiao Jiao~”

Gross, right? Seriously, what the hell?

Bring it on, let's see who can out-gross the other!

Su An snapped her chopsticks down on the table, scooped up the entire plate of roast chicken with her little hands, puckered up, and sprayed spit all over like a broken sprinkler.

"Pfft, spurt, splat, splatter, splurt~"

She drenched the whole roast chicken in a visible layer of spit.

Worst of all, everyone could see the spinach stuck in Su An’s teeth now decorating the chicken.

Her spit was like tiny hairs or threads, weaving together like a fine mist.

It fell like an early spring drizzle coating every piece of chicken.

The others' faces went through a range of emotions—pale, flushed, and horrified.

To make sure no spot was left untouched, Su An flipped the chicken with her hands while spraying.

Su Jianjun clenched his fists, debating whether to punch her left or right eye.

Ji Qingqing...

This is beyond gross...

Su Jiao...

Good thing the table was wood—if it were metal, it’d be rusting by now.

After nearly forty seconds of spitting, Su An finally stopped, having made sure that every piece of chicken was covered.

Man, she was wiped out, her mouth felt numb from all the spitting, and she was parched.