The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"I want to eat. I'm hungry. I want to eat." Wang Mei saw Qijun's eyes roll and started to pretend.

"I'm hungry too, uncle. My stomach hurts." The youngest child also hugged Qijun's legs with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, listen to my stomach growling with hunger..."

"Where is your aunt? Why doesn't she cook for you?" Qijun felt a headache listening to the children's shouting.

"My aunt didn't come out of the room. She even scolded me when we knocked on the door." Wang Mei started to complain when she heard Qijun's question.

When Qijun heard Wang Mei's words, his face suddenly darkened and he walked towards the bedroom angrily.

When he saw his wife sorting clothes, he immediately accused her, "The children were starving and looked like that. As their aunt, didn't you hear them crying out for food? How could you be so cruel? Why didn't you make them something to eat?"

"Your nephews and nieces are already so old. Don't they know how to cook for themselves when they are hungry? Do you have the nerve to force me, who is still taking care of children, to cook? Or are you born without hands and need to be taken care of by others?"

Xihe had already come to terms with the memories, and seeing this man didn't bode well for her. Not a single sober member of the family had the nerve to stand before her and yell at her.

"They are all children, how can you bear to let them cook?" Qi Jun immediately became angry when he heard Xihe's words, and his voice was a little louder than before.

The child who was originally lying in bed was suddenly awakened by him. He opened his mouth and started crying loudly.

"Wow wow wow..."

"Just because they're children doesn't mean they don't have to cook? Look around this courtyard, which family doesn't have children helping out with the housework? Only these three siblings know how to come and eat for free every day, and they're not even ashamed to tell anyone about it."

"How can you talk like that? They are just children who come to their grandmother's house to have a few meals. Why are you so stingy as their aunt?" Qijun was unhappy when he heard this. As their uncle, what's the big deal if he comes to their house to have a few meals? This woman is so stingy.

"Yes, I'm stingy, selfish, and not generous. I shouldn't have gone to so much trouble to find food to feed you ungrateful ungrateful wolves." Xihe became impatient when he heard the crying of the child on the bed. He put on his shoes and walked towards the door, retorting to Qijun as he walked.

"What do you mean? Who are you scolding? Who are you calling an ungrateful person?" When Qi Jun heard Xihe speak so harshly, he raised his fist.

"You are such an ungrateful person. All the food I worked so hard to find is now in your belly. I'm still taking care of the baby, but what have I eaten? Look at other mothers who have just given birth like me. I don't even have anything to eat or drink."

"Only conscienceless beasts would threaten others with their fists."

Hearing Xihe's words becoming increasingly sharp and unpleasant, Qijun really couldn't help but stepped forward and prepared to give Xihe two hammers.

Before he got close, Wang Dong rushed up from behind and reached out to push Xihe.

"You damn woman, you're always looking for trouble at home. You even want to beat and scold my uncle. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Xi He heard the sound and rushed out with a sideways movement. His abdomen hit the corner of the table and he collapsed to the ground in pain.

Even so, Xihe did not let him go. Instead, he came to his side and kicked him several times, "bang bang bang", kicking him so hard that it felt like two of his ribs were broken. Only then did Xihe stop.

"You undisciplined little bastard, you ate, drank, and took things from my house, and you even dared to speak rudely to me. You even tried to murder me. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother. My mother said it's because of you that I don't have enough to eat at grandma's house." Wang Mei saw her brother lying on the ground, she grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at Xihe.

Xihe waved his hand, and the teacup flew back and hit him in the face.

"Ah... I can't see anymore, uncle. I can't see anymore..." Wang Mei didn't expect Xihe to throw the teacup back.

It hit her face, and the water in the cup poured into her eyes, making her unable to open them all of a sudden.

Qijun thought his wife was the same as always, angry but still doing what she had to do. He didn't expect her to have changed so much, looking at his nephew lying on the ground crying and groaning.

Only when he saw his niece screaming did he come back to his senses.

"Are you crazy? They're just kids, why are you fighting back?"

"I work so hard and come back to provide them with food and drink, but they don't know how to be grateful. Your sister, that beast, actually taught them to insult me. How can this be the family education in your Qi family?" Xihe walked in front of Qijun, raised his hand and slapped him in the face. His face swelled up immediately.

"Go out and ask around, whose daughter-in-law doesn't even stutter when she comes home from work?"

"Ask someone else about a married sister-in-law who brought her family home and ate and took things. She left her daughter-in-law, who had just given birth, starving to the point of being skin and bones."

"How dare you hit me?" Qijun never expected that his wife, who had always cared for him, would actually hit him.

"After the beating, why would I even notify you? Or are you sick and you only react after the beating?"

"So you've always held such a strong grudge against our family. It's just a few children eating and drinking. Are we supposed to just watch the four of them, mother and children, starve to death?" Qi Jun covered his face and glared at Xihe.

"Starve to death, that sounds nice to you! Now let's see who of us will starve to death first." Xihe stretched out his hand for Qijun to take a closer look.

Looking at his wife's thin arms and sallow face, Qijun was speechless.

"Why, you can't say anything else? Look at your sister, she's all greased up, powdered, and well-dressed; she only cares about herself."

"Your sister never thought about her own children. They came home to eat when they had nothing to eat. How can you be satisfied only when my children and I starve to death?"

Qijun remained silent as he listened to his wife's scolding. How could he not know? Everything his sister wore, wore, and used was better than that of ordinary people.

How could she be without money? She had her brother-in-law, her pension, and her own salary, which was enough for her and her children to have enough food and clothing.

But what about my sister?

She loved beauty and spent all her money on herself, rarely caring for her children, who were so hungry that they wanted to lie down on the tree and gnaw on the bark.

As an uncle, could he just watch his three children starve to death?

The child only came to eat a few meals, but his wife was so resentful. It seems that she really doesn't regard them and other family members as relatives!