"It would be fine if you were the second generation of a rich or powerful person, but you just happened to meet such a pair of parents who can only work in the fields to make a living. You don't have the same fate as others. So, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not being capable and having bad luck for not having a rich father!"
"Mom, look at her, she actually said I was a waste and useless." Hu Dalong was very angry, but he didn't dare to confront Su Qiao. He could only hold his mother's hand and complain.
Wang Guizhi was so angry at her son being repeatedly called a useless waste that the fear she had just felt disappeared. "What are you talking about, little girl? How can you be so patient if a woman can't cook?"
When his eyes fell on the knife in her hand, he swallowed quietly and said with a weaker tone, "If you can't cook, you should be able to wash clothes, right?"
"No." Su Qiao held her head high, looking like a spoiled young lady.
"My mother used to do the laundry in my house. I have never washed clothes or dishes before. My hands are so delicate. If I damage them, can you afford to pay for it?"
"..." Wang Guizhi suspected that he did not get a wife back, but an ancestor.
"Then what can you do? You can't just eat and not be able to do anything else, right?" If that was the case, then even if she was kept, her family would still suffer.
The reason why he was willing to spend 8,600 yuan to buy her was, firstly, because his son fell in love with her at first sight and insisted on having her, and secondly, because she was young and could help with work in the fields.
Now, I can’t even cook, or wash clothes or dishes.
"Huh? You're really right about that."
Su Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong with him not knowing these things. Instead, he laughed and said, "However, besides eating, I still have one thing I can show off."
Hu Dalong poked his head out from behind his mother and looked at Su Qiao curiously: "What is it?"
Su Qiao gritted his teeth and waved his fist at him: "Fight!"
"I have been learning martial arts since I was a child. I am very good at fighting. The hooligans in our county are all scared of me. When they see me, they dare not even fart and have to pay me protection fees honestly."
"Otherwise, when I'm in a bad mood, I'll run over to play with them, and if I'm not careful, I'll break their arms or legs, or even their noses, which would be even worse for them."
"You... you're a second-rate gangster." Hu Dalong instinctively touched his still aching stomach, and suddenly thought of how she punched and kicked him last night, and how he was curled up on the ground with no power to fight back. He suddenly felt pain all over his body, and even Su Qiao's watery little face couldn't arouse his lust.
He pulled at his mother's clothes with a sad face and said, "Mom, I want to change my wife. I don't want her anymore. She is too fierce and I am afraid of her."
The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
Just say that this guy is a waste, a giant baby that hasn't been weaned yet.
But it’s okay to be afraid.
"What hoodlum?"
"Those who are uneducated and only do small things are called hooligans. People like me who are educated, understand the law, and kill people and set fires without leaving any evidence for others are called gangsters."
"Look at me, why am I talking to you so much? Hurry up and cook for me."
As he spoke, Su Qiao put the knife behind his waistband, sat down on a stone beside him, and crossed his legs.
"I can't stand being hungry. When I'm hungry, I get upset. When I'm upset, I like to find someone to practice with. When I practice, I have to see some blood."