At night, the Old Mu Family was enveloped in tranquility once again.
After grinding green beans and tidying up the kitchen, Mu Shuangshuang lay down to sleep.
But there was one person who, instead of sleeping, tossed and turned as if on a griddle.
"What's wrong? Do you have maggots? You keep moving and others can't sleep?"
Mu Dazhong opened his sleepy eyes and scolded Mrs. Lin.
"Daddy Gou Dan, I feel our mother is too biased. Any tasty food either goes to the first branch or to Gou Dan's Second Aunt.
That dish of stir-fried pork with chili on the table today was taken away by mother, saying Gou Dan's Second Aunt can eat tomorrow, and everyone can share. Isn't it clearly meant for Gou Dan's Second Aunt for tomorrow?"
"What can be done? My mother runs things; she likes my second sister, so of course, good things go to her."
Mu Dazhong was also annoyed inside, but what could be done?
