That afternoon, I happily set up a table full of clown fish and chickens, and the meat would rather have enough. I was going to call my birth mother to eat cozy, it had been a long time since my mother and daughter had a decent meal together. But as soon as I walked out on the veranda, I saw the shadow of my mother-in-law looming.

Before she could ask him, she quickly dialed the phone to call her two sisters-in-law and all four grandchildren who were crying. Her voice was loud, as if she was the host of the house:
“Yes, come over here, there is a big party at her house today, the food is clownish, and the cup is free!

I stood dead, blood boiling in my body. I prepared the whole session, just hoping for a warm meal with my biological mother, but in a moment I was turned into a reluctant “family tray”. I held back, but the scene of my mother-in-law casually leading the whole family in, throwing her jaw to direct the chairs, the four grandchildren climbing and destroying, I gritted my teeth so much that the blood in my mouth rose.

Suddenly, a hot air rushed up his chest. I stood up, my face flushed, my hands trembling and hugging the tray of chickens and fish. To everyone’s surprise, I shouted:
“If you don’t invite me, don’t come on your own!”

Then he directly threw the whole tray of food into the yard. The rustling of broken dishes mixed with the strong fishy smell of fish, chicken fat splattered all over the brick floor. The space was silent. The mother-in-law rolled her eyes, the two sisters-in-law opened their mouths, and the children were scared and crying.

But the climax has not stopped. Just ten minutes later, the whole neighborhood rushed in a commotion. The smell of food spread throughout the alley, causing large and small dogs in the village to rush in, compete to growl, bite and tear every piece of meat, and the sound of dogs barking resounded. People rushed into the can, children cried, adults screamed. Some of the neighbors even pointed out:
“See, this house is always a joke.
– People’s daughters-in-law are filial to invite their mothers, and you drag your whole family to steal the tray, humiliating!

Her mother-in-law had no more blood, and she stammered and couldn’t say a word. The two sisters-in-law were both angry and embarrassed, and were about to leave, but were kept by the neighbors to scold them.

I stood in the middle of the chaos, my heart pounding, my eyes red, but I still held my head high. In that moment, I realized, it was no longer a matter of a tray of rice, but the ultimate limit of self-esteem being trampled on.

And for the first time, the whole neighborhood witnessed the scene of a bride who was no longer silent and endured…