Then there was a "clang" sound from inside, and Song Yan heard the sound of the rice cooker falling on the ground.

After a while, Step-grandma's crying sounded: "Oh, why am I so miserable? I just eat you two bites of white porridge, and you will get rid of my blame. What's wrong with the child's food? Can't I, an old woman? You are unfilial, let everyone see how you treat the elderly."

Song Yan walked into the kitchen and saw Grandma Stepan sitting on the ground. The pot of porridge was thrown on the ground, sprinkling all over the floor.

Lu Qiushui pointed at Grandma Jie and cursed: "Is it a problem with a pot of porridge? You are not conscious at all. You will eat with a spoon when you enter the kitchen. If you want to eat, you will die if you take a bowl."

"What's wrong with me eating like this? When poor people used to eat big pot meals..."

"When eating big pot, do you ask you to put your face into the pot? Isn't there a pot of porridge next to you? You don't know how to eat it here. You eat my daughter's porridge, you are a careless old thing." Lu Qiushui yelled in anger, and then thought of Su Ying's usual style of being used to this old thing, so she turned around and scolded Su Ying: "Su Ying, look at what you are used to. My daughter's porridge is useless. You have to take a chicken to make porridge for my daughter."

Lu Qiushui had already come over and quickly snatched a chicken from Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan looked down at the other one in her hand, and was stunned for a moment.

After the Chinese New Year, you can't calm down.

Step-grandma sat on the ground and cried, "Okay, as soon as the old man dies, you will treat me as an outsider one by one. If you eat a few bites of porridge, you will show me your face. When I get old and don't move in the bed, you won't starve me to death."

Su Ying was in a dilemma. The chicken could give Lu Qiushui. Anyway, it was just a chicken. But if this matter continued, it would not be enough to pass this year.

In desperation, Su Ying was about to walk towards Grandma.

Ye Jue suddenly grabbed his mother's arm and said, "Mom, don't go there."

"Ye Jue!" Su Ying turned around and stared at his son in disagreement.

Ye Jue strongly blocked Su Ying and said, "It's like this New Year, it's so turbulent. How did you celebrate this New Year before?"

Judging from the scene he saw today, Su Ying was probably busy with the meals for everyone during the New Year in previous years.

Now he finally took a vacation during the Spring Festival. Since he saw this, he would no longer turn a blind eye.

Seeing that Grandma Jie was sitting on the ground, no one went to help her up, Su Ying patted Ye Jue's arm a few times and said, "Ye Jue, let's help you breastfeed first."

"No help!" Ye Jue suddenly shouted coldly: "Mom, go out."

"Ye Jue, you..."

"Mom, are you tired?" Ye Jue suddenly shouted in anger and let go of Su Ying's hand.

Ye Jue's uncle and Ye Minglang also rushed here because of the movement in the kitchen. Now that the Ye family is gathering here, Ye Jue has made the words clear.

Ye Jue coldly swept over Lu Qiushui, Fang Hehua and his aunt Li Huihui, then reached out to take the chicken from his wife's hand, threw it into the sink, and pulled his wife to her side and said, "My wife got up at the market to buy vegetables at around five o'clock. After seven o'clock, she arrived at the old house. Ye's house is so big, and there are so many people living in the dining room, but my mother is the only one who is busy in the kitchen..."
Chapter completed!