So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

However, while Zhang Jianjun and the others were cooking, Cang Lan had already grabbed five or six takeout orders and started eating.

The takeout included five or six main dishes: prawns, spicy fish fillets, roasted chicken, and braised pork knuckle. Zhang Erhe and Zhang Cuilan, seeing the large table of food, immediately sat down at the table with beaming smiles.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Zhang Erhe licked his lips and said, "Jianjun, it's such a pity that there's no wine with all this food."

Zhang Cuilan looked at the table full of delicious dishes and secretly felt smug. "Hmph, a daughter-in-law still has to please her mother-in-law."

Immediately, Zhang Cuilan's mouth became as sharp as a knife, her eyes glaring fiercely at the shrimp and fish, and she muttered in a shrill voice, "Oh my, how much money did this cost? There are only four of us, and we have enough food to cook, yet we still ordered so much takeout. How much money is being wasted!"

That look on her face, clearly craving something but stubbornly refusing to admit it and relentlessly finding fault, reminded Cang Lan of how this old woman had tormented the original owner when she was pregnant. She made the pregnant woman do all sorts of things, and she couldn't even eat properly, only having stir-fried vegetables or green beans. She even encouraged Zhang Jianjun to beat her at the drop of a hat.

It's true that "she doesn't know the pain until the knife falls on her." She was never beaten by Zhang Erhe, but she learned the same torment she suffered at the hands of Old Lady Zhang and used it to torment her daughter-in-law. She really couldn't bear to see her daughter-in-law enjoy any happiness.

Zhang Erhe: "Jianjun, sit down quickly, and go get some wine for your dad. Didn't you say that your father-in-law's family has a lot of wine? You haven't even tasted so many good wines. It's such a pity."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianjun, who was standing behind Cang Lan, trembled with fear and kept gesturing to them to stop talking.

Cang Lan's cold gaze stared at them intently, as if they were a group of dead men. With a flick of her wrist, two chopsticks shot out like two deadly bolts of lightning. One chopstick pierced Zhang Cuilan's left ear with a sharp whoosh, while the other pierced Zhang Erhe's right ear with equal speed. The immense force sliced ​​off half of both of their ears.

At the same moment, blood gushed out, and the two chopsticks, with tremendous force, pinned half of Zhang Erhe and Zhang Cuilan's ears firmly to the door behind them.

Zhang Cuilan regained her senses and tightly covered her bleeding ear! She screamed hysterically, "Murder! Murder! Help! This wicked daughter-in-law is going to kill us! Jianjun, call the police! She's going to kill your mother!" Zhang Cuilan sat on the ground and immediately started throwing a tantrum.

Zhang Jianjun, who was standing nearby, was so frightened that he urinated on the ground, and a strong smell of urine wafted over.

Cang Lan roared disgustedly, "Even eating is unpleasant!" With that, he kicked Zhang Cuilan, sending her rolling several times on the ground. Seeing this, Zhang Erhe cried out, "Son, help! Stop her!" Cang Lan then charged at Zhang Erhe, his fists raining down on him. Zhang Erhe howled in pain.

Seeing that his parents were about to be beaten to death, Zhang Jianjun stepped forward and stammered, "Xiao...Xiao Yu, they are still our parents. Isn't what you're doing a bit too much?"

"Excessive? I think you're asking for trouble again!" Without saying a word, Cang Lan unleashed a flurry of punches.

Seeing her son being beaten, Zhang Cuilan flew into a rage and roared, "You bitch, how dare you hit my son! I'll beat you to death!" With that, she picked up a chair and threw it at Canglan.

Hearing the commotion, Canglan didn't even turn around. He grabbed the chair next to him and swung it violently, smashing Zhang Cuilan's chair to pieces and piercing straight into Zhang Cuilan's thigh.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Canglan watched all of this coldly, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Listen to me, from now on, you will do whatever I tell you to do. You are nothing but servants brought in by your husbands, which means you are my servants. If you dare to disobey me, I won't hesitate to kill you!"

Then Canglan glanced sideways at Zhang Erhe and said, "Clean this place up for me. Remember, if you dare to pee on my turf again, I'll send you to your grave early!"

After saying that, Cang Lan picked up the takeout and walked to the living room, completely ignoring the mess in the kitchen. She then started eating heartily while watching TV.

Only then did Zhang Jianjun and Zhang Erhe dare to hug each other and cry. What kind of fate did they have? Their father had been beaten his whole life, and now their son had followed in his footsteps and even beaten his father.

The two hugged each other and cried for a while before slowly getting up to clean up the kitchen. By the time they finished, it was already evening, and they were starving, but all that was left on the table were cold spicy dishes.

Zhang Erhe ate while hissing and sniffling, saying, "Why is your mother's cooking so spicy!"

Only then did the father and son suddenly remember Zhang Cuilan on the ground, realizing that she hadn't moved for a long time. Zhang Jianjun's heart tightened, and he quickly ran to Zhang Cuilan's side, reaching out to check her breath. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She's still breathing, she's still breathing, Mother is still alive."

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out at the kitchen door, "Dead? What are you pretending for? I'm very careful with my actions." With that, Cang Lan strode over and ruthlessly pulled the stool leg stuck in Zhang Cuilan's thigh out with a "whoosh."

Zhang Cuilan woke up instantly from the pain. The moment she opened her eyes and saw Cang Lan, she was about to start cursing when Zhang Jianjun covered her mouth.

Cang Lan remained indifferent, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "Look, isn't he awake? He's not dead, so stop pretending."

That evening, Cang Lan ordered the three of them to the storeroom. In the cramped space, the three of them could only squeeze onto a small bed.

Looking at the simply bandaged wound on her leg, and then at the tiny storeroom, Zhang Cuilan couldn't understand how she could have been beaten like this when she was just yesterday basking in the joy of living in a big house. But she was also unwilling to go back now.

Zhang Erhe looked worried and said in a low voice, "Cuilan, let's go back to the village tomorrow! If we stay here any longer, we'll lose our lives, let alone our houses."

Zhang Cuilan frowned and gritted her teeth, saying, "No, the news that our son took us two old folks to live in a big villa has already spread. It would be so embarrassing to go back now."

Zhang Jianjun suddenly asked, "By the way, what about Xiaoyu? How is she?"

When Zhang Jianjun asked her this, Zhang Cuilan's eyes lit up, and she said with a big smile, "Son, I forgot to tell you, Xiaoyu is pregnant!"

"Really?" Zhang Jianjun was initially overjoyed, but then immediately became dejected. He thought about how Jiang Yu was acting like a madwoman, he had no money, and Xiao Yu was still alone in the village. "What will happen to Xiao Yu? I don't have any money left."