Liu Sani recently didn’t like going out because of this matter, always feeling that they were pointing fingers at her, laughing at them, mistaking fish-eyes for pearls, and pearls for fish-eyes.
Having just cut a bunch of chives and returned ho, Liu Sani found the sight of Hu Aihong trying to ingratiate herself with Ji Ying more and more distasteful, and she couldn’t help but lose her temper.
"I am close sisters with Yingzi, what do you an by one dog or not, it’s you..." Hu Aihong sized up Liu Sani and said, "Wasn’t your grandson working at the cannery? Why haven’t I seen him buy you a few more clothes?"
"Tsk tsk tsk." Hu Aihong shook her head and said, "That’s true, a grandma is just a grandma, how can she compare with a real mom, look at Zhao Juxiang, she’s getting one new piece of clothing after another."
Liu Sani’s face darkened, and she was so angry that she clenched her back teeth. She gritted her teeth and said, "Hu Aihong, you better stop spouting nonsense, my grandson is the most filial to ."
"Ha ha ha~"
Hu Aihong laughed as if she had heard a joke. Looking at Liu Sani with a seemingly well-aning expression, she said, "Auntie Liu, for the sake of our years as neighbors, let tell you, your grandson not only dotes on his own mom, but he’s also extrely good to that shaless, lowlife woman."
"What do you an?" Liu Sani’s eyes bulged when she heard this, she flung aside the chives, ready to fight with Hu Aihong.
While retreating, Hu Aihong said, "Don’t you know what I an? Who doesn’t know your grandson is eating from the bowl, but looking at the pot? Ptooey, shaless, ssing with worn-out shoes."
"Keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll tear your rotten mouth apart." Liu Sani chased after Hu Aihong, looking so fierce that it seed she wanted to skin Hu Aihong alive.
"I just said it, ssing with worn-out shoes, ssing with worn-out shoes." Hu Aihong was not afraid at all. Her house was right in sight, she ran into the yard, locked the gate behind her, and no matter how Liu Sani cursed, she just wouldn’t open the door. She said, "If you don’t believe , go ask your precious grandson where all his money’s gone, to those worn-out shoes, right? You as a grandma have to step aside."
Hu Aihong’s voice was loud; Liu Sani was frantically kicking and hitting the door.
"If you’re not afraid of making a scene, just go ahead and kick my door down. If it breaks, I’ll ask Uncle Xu to make you pay for it," Hu Aihong said calmly.
Indeed, the noise behind the door subsided.
Liu Sani stood at the door, pacing back and forth, pointing at the tightly shut door, wanting to curse Hu Aihong, but also afraid that what she said might be true. Liu Sani stomped her foot fiercely and turned away. After returning ho, she had no mood to make dinner. That evening, when she saw Zhao Juxiang returning from the county wearing new clothes, Hu Aihong’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Did Zhihao buy you new clothes again?"
Liu Sani looked at the dacron clothes on Zhao Juxiang with a particularly bitter feeling in her heart. When they were younger, she would always pamper her grandson Zhihao the most, saving the best treats for him, while Zhao Juxiang, busy with village accounting tasks, had raised Zhihao from infancy.
"Mom."
Zhao Juxiang felt a lump in her throat, and while she was initially happy to be wearing her new clothes, she now forced a smile and quickly explained, "It’s clothing that Qiuyun can’t wear anymore, passed down to ."
"It’s old; it just hasn’t been worn much, so it looks new," Zhao Juxiang continued explaining.
Liu Sani’s sharp, inverted-triangle eyes fixed on Zhao Juxiang as if trying to discern whether her words were true or false, Zhao Juxiang felt goosebumps under her gaze.
"Tomorrow, tell Zhihao to co ho," Liu Sani lowered her eyes and bluntly spoke.
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