The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s-Chapter 46 - Liao Zhaojis Calculations (3)_1

Chapter 46 -46: Liao Zhaoji’s Calculations (3)_1

Chapter 46 -46: Liao Zhaoji’s Calculations (3)_1

“Mom has taken it all to the kitchen. Go ask Mom for it,” Ruan Jianguo, aware of his sister-in-law’s superficial nature, did not fuss over it and simply said in an indifferent tone.

“Then it’s settled, you’ve promised,” Liao Zhaoji cheered up upon hearing this and immediately turned around and headed to the back kitchen, her voice so loud that the entire yard could hear, “Mom, Big Brother said he will give me a rabbit…”

“…” Ruan Jianguo.

“Uncle… my mom, she…” Ruan Chi looked at Ruan Jianguo with an apologetic gaze, feeling ashamed to have such a mother.

“Stop overthinking, hurry up and get ready. We’ll have rabbit meat for dinner!” Ruan Jianguo interrupted him, ruffled his hair with a hand,

and after speaking, he turned and took the prepared rabbit fur into the main room to find the tools left by the old master.

Ruan Chi pursed his lips, and upon seeing Ruan Jiaojiao rubbing her eyes as she came out of the inner room, he immediately put aside all those messy thoughts, stepped forward, hugged her, and kissed her fiercely.

The other brothers watching did the same, one kiss each, and Ruan Jiaojiao’s little face was almost kissed flat.

She touched her face nonchalantly, returned a kiss to each brother, and then escaped from the hands of this group of sister-obsessed maniacs to wash her face by the water in the courtyard.

The brothers naturally came forward to help. If it weren’t for Ruan Jiaojiao’s strong protest, she wouldn’t even have been able to reach the edge of the towel.

As she was slowly rubbing her face under the watchful, sister-obsessed gaze of her brothers, she finished washing up just in time to see Liao Zhaoji being chased out with a pot spatula by Mrs. Ruanlin!

Liao Zhaoji held up her hands pleadingly while backing away until she was outside the main room.

Mrs. Ruanlin, not minding the many children around, spat vehemently at her, “Pah! Liao Zhaoji, you truly are shameless beyond compare!”

“Do you really think I don’t know? If you really cared about Chizi and Xiaowei and wanted to nourish them, would you have gone to Aunt Niu’s to get a pound of meat to take to your parents’ home? Is that your love? Love that goes to a dog’s stomach?”

Upon mentioning this, Mrs. Ruanlin was filled with ire.

Before her marriage, Liao Zhaoji seemed good: diligent and honest. Mrs. Ruanlin thought that since her second son was also hardworking and honest, it would be better to have someone with a compatible nature rather than someone too strong who might not get along.

Of course, she had made inquiries before agreeing to their marriage.

Liao Zhaoji’s parents had five daughters before finally having a son, whom they treated like a precious pearl, a man in his twenties who still lived at home like a layabout waiting to be fed.

Naturally, Mrs. Ruanlin didn’t comment on other people’s lifestyle choices.

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Even if she looked down on their entire family, she thought Liao Zhaoji was good and felt pity for her living in such a family. When her second son suggested the marriage, she agreed without saying anything.

But once this woman actually entered the family, Mrs. Ruanlin realized what she had really gotten into.

She was indeed diligent, willing to do any work.

But she was too attached to her family of origin, too superficial. Before the family was divided, if there was anything good at home, she could sneak and scrape it back to her parents’. After being rebuked several times, she scaled back a bit but would relapse after a while. Mrs. Ruanlin grew tired of dealing with it and, realizing this behavior wouldn’t change, decided to divide the family early.

Mrs. Ruanlin had hoped that after the division, this woman would consider her own small family before sending resources to her parents’.

However, it seemed she had thought too much. Compared to her blood-sucking relatives at home, what were her own sons?