Tong Zhijie, having his knife taken away, angrily pointed at Gu Dahuan's nose and said, "When did it become your turn to call the shots in this house?"
Tong Zhijie never paid any attention to Gu Dahuan.
How could a stepchild of his aunt compare with him?
He shares the same surname with his aunt. Not to mention Gu Dahuan, even Gu Dashi wouldn't dare stop him from catching chickens here.
His father was right; what's wrong if he eats a chicken from his aunt's house? As long as his aunt's around, he has a share of the Gu Family's things.
Thinking this way, Tong Zhijie grabbed a hen and pulled it out of the chicken coop.
The hen fluttered wildly in Tong Zhijie's hand.
Gu Dahuan was most familiar with the chickens, ducks, and geese at home. Tong Zhijie had caught an egg-laying hen, which contributed at least one egg to the household every day.
Gu Dahuan felt extremely distressed.
Gu Dahuan said to Tong Zhijie, "This chicken lays eggs, no one can eat it."
