CHAPTER 724: CHAPTER 720: RELEASING BAD ENERGY (PART 2)

To save on medical expenses for Xiangxiang, Old Mrs. Mu and Mr. Mu haven’t eaten a grain of rice from last night till this morning.

When hungry, they asked for some tea from the apprentices at the clinic, or watched others have breakfast.

In short, Old Mrs. Mu was faint from hunger now.

Mu Dajiang blushed when Old Mrs. Mu asked him for food.

"Mom, I... I was in a hurry to find you and Dad this morning, so I didn’t bring breakfast."

Old Mrs. Mu’s face immediately fell upon hearing this.

"Why come without bringing food? Why are you so lazy? There’s rice and vegetables at home, why not make a bowl of food? Do you want to starve me and your Dad to death?"

Old Mrs. Mu started to make unreasonable demands again.

The person next to her who was also recovering along with Xiangxiang suddenly showed a face full of disdain.

It was the same last night, before sleeping, Old Mrs. Mu kept quarreling, not caring whether others could sleep.

When others reminded her to be quiet, she got upset and started arguing with them.

In short, Old Mrs. Mu had already offended everyone in the clinic just after one day.

And everyone disliked her thoroughly.

"Fourth Uncle, why are you here? How are my parents?" Mu Qingqing asked groggily, waking up and seeing Mu Dajiang.

Hearing Mu Qingqing mention Mrs. Lin, Old Mrs. Mu was filled with anger.

"You little brat, if you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute. When I go back, I’ll make your dad divorce your mom. Your mom is a heartless old hag. Look how she cared for my daughter!"

Old Mrs. Mu cursed continuously.

Mu Qingqing didn’t dare to retort and shrank into a corner, looking pitifully.

"Enough, Xiangxiang’s mother, stop yelling. We are all hungry. How about taking out some money to buy a few buns? Qing stayed up all night and is tired."

Upon hearing the suggestion to spend money, Old Mrs. Mu got furious.

"You wish! Saying to spend money just like that. Once the money’s gone, what about Xiangxiang’s illness?" Old Mrs. Mu was bent on protecting Xiangxiang, disregarding everything else.

"Well, these copper coins aren’t even enough for Xiangxiang’s treatment," Mr. Mu chimed in.

"Precisely because it’s not enough, we should save it. The eldest son hasn’t returned yet, and the eldest daughter-in-law took off with our Mu Family’s money and silver. If I don’t save now, this household can’t go on."

As the argument couldn’t resolve any issues, Mu Dajiang suddenly said, "Dad, Mom, stop arguing. I’ll go buy buns for you."

"Buy buns? Where did you get the money? You didn’t take it from home, did you?" Old Mrs. Mu suddenly eyed Mu Dajiang suspiciously.

"Old Fourth, you wouldn’t really have done that, right?" Old Mrs. Mu demanded.

"Scoundrel! Even stealing your mother’s money. Watch out for lightning striking you."

Old Mrs. Mu was always quick to jump to conclusions.

There was no evidence, no counterarguments, only her mood. If she felt it was true, then it was true. If she felt it wasn’t, then it wasn’t.

Mu Dajiang blushed and rebutted Old Mrs. Mu, "Mom, touch your heart and tell me, am I the type to take your stuff? The house is indeed a bit chaotic without you, but I wouldn’t act recklessly.

This money was borrowed from Shuangshuang this morning, ten copper coins in total. I’ll go buy buns right now."

After a while, Mu Dajiang returned, carrying a bag of buns.

The three who had been watching over Xiangxiang lit up.

The aroma of the pork buns was really tempting.

Old Mrs. Mu rushed over and snatched the buns, opening the oiled paper.

Inside were four vegetable buns and two pork buns; vegetable buns are one coin for two, and pork buns are one coin each.

Obviously, the two pork buns were for Old Mrs. Mu and Mr. Mu.

Mu Dajiang imagined Old Mrs. Mu would give at least two vegetable buns to Mu Qingqing but, unexpectedly, Old Mrs. Mu took two vegetable buns and split them in half. She gave half of the skin to Mu Qingqing, while keeping the larger portion for herself.

Hence, all Mu Qingqing received were two halves of the skin.

Mu Qingqing looked at Old Mrs. Mu with a face about to cry.

"Grandma, I’m not full."

"If you’re not full, buy it yourself. My son bought this for me. It’s good enough I’m not letting you look at it." Old Mrs. Mu snorted coldly.

Mu Dajiang couldn’t stand it. "Mom, Qingqing is still a child and growing. If she gets too hungry, what should we do?"

Old Mrs. Mu rolled her eyes at Mu Dajiang.

"Do you think she’s a precious lady? Hungry? I was hungry for two days when I was her age, and I didn’t die. Look at me now, still alive and with several worthless brats like you."

"My own sister is so seriously ill, and you don’t even bring any soft porridge over. Just lazing at home during the day, you lazy bum."

One has to admit, Old Mrs. Mu’s aggression was tremendous.

With a few sentences, she left Mu Dajiang speechless, unable to do anything while standing aside.

Quiet returned to the room shortly.

Old Mrs. Mu and Mr. Mu each bit into a pork bun; some of the soup spilled onto the ground.

Mu Qingqing looked at her bun with only dry skin, swallowing her saliva with hunger.

She recalled the clothes that Mrs. Liu had bought for her. If she pawned them, she could eat delicacies.

But she couldn’t do it; she still hoped to rely on Mrs. Liu for good fortune.

But the buns were so fragrant, Mu Qingqing couldn’t take her eyes off them.

Being stared at for too long, Mr. Mu’s face couldn’t hold up.

He looked at the half bun left in his hand and offered it to Mu Qingqing.

"Qing, grandpa gives you this half!"

Mu Qingqing extended her hand but was swatted away by Old Mrs. Mu.

Mu Qingqing’s hand was swollen from the hit, and Mr. Mu’s bun was knocked onto the ground.

Ignoring the pain in her hand, Mu Qingqing bowed her head to search for the half-bun, which was trampled to pieces by Old Mrs. Mu’s foot. The smashed meat, mixed with mud, still exuded an enticing aroma beside her foot.

"Shameless thing, just like your mom Lin Xiaozao, lazy and greedy. Even saliva from others you’d eat. Why don’t you just die? Standing here and embarrassing yourself!" Old Mrs. Mu roared at Mu Qingqing.

"Alright, have you cursed enough? If it weren’t for Qing taking care of Xiangxiang last night, do you think we could have had a good night’s sleep? Don’t be thankless." Mr. Mu said displeased.

"Me, thankless? Who’s really thankless? Mrs. Lin eats and wears what’s mine, and see how she cared for Xiangxiang?

She’s the real ingrate, traitor. Better not come back to the Mu Family, or I’ll strip that bitch."

Having said her harsh words, Old Mrs. Mu continued:

"Now my daughter is lying unconscious, so I’ll torture Lin Xiaozao’s daughter, vent Xiangxiang’s anger, why not? If you can’t watch it, then don’t."