After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Zhao's mother didn't close the kitchen door, so the kitchen was buzzing, and there was the sound of Zhao's mother cooking, and occasionally there was the sound of chopping boards banging.

Yan Ge completely ignored it.

Not long after, Mother Zhao's meal was ready.

She filled a bowl for Yan Ge and another bowl for herself.

Put it on the table and call Yan Ge: Eat.

Her voice was cold, without the slightest weakness and gentleness when she spoke in front of people.

Yan Ge got up and sat down.

Every time the host eats, he takes his own bowl and chopsticks and goes to the balcony to eat.

But obviously, Yan Ge didn't think so.

She sat in front of the table, silently picked up the chopsticks, and put a piece of ribs in her mouth.

Mother Zhao glared at her a few times, but didn't hit her as usual.

The ribs are salty and bitter.

Yan Ge took a bite and vomited on the table.

Mother Zhao lowered her head and ate slowly mouthful by mouthful.

So the bowl she ate was seasoned by Zhao's mother.

Yan Ge didn't speak, she poured her entire bowl of ribs on the table, and then took the bowl to the kitchen.

There were leftover ribs in the pan in the kitchen.

Zhao's mother didn't expect Yange to be so courageous.

Yan Ge hadn't taken a few steps when Zhao's mother reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

How can you throw away good ribs? Don't you know that your father is in jail? Do you think there is a lot of money in the family? I will cook you a meal of ribs and you still have to throw it away. Do you think money comes easily, ribs? Come easy?

A needle suddenly appeared in her hand, and she poked Yange's shoulder with it.

After she finished speaking, she glared at Yange with a ferocious face and lowered her voice in disgust, saying: You scourge, you made our house restless, even your father was sent to the prison by you, you scourge, Why do not you go to hell!

She was probably afraid that others would hear her, so she kept her voice low, her eyes staring at Yange like poisonous snakes, and she didn't hide the sinister hatred in her eyes at all.

Yan Ge raised her hand just as she was about to pat her shoulder with the hand holding the needle, and grabbed her wrist.

I'm your mother. I gave birth to you and raised you. I didn't let you harm me...

Before Zhao's mother could finish her sentence, Yan Ge had pulled the needle from her finger, and then, under Zhao's mother's astonished gaze, took the needle and stabbed Zhao's thigh.

Again and again.

Fast and hard.

Every stitch almost penetrated Zhao's mother's thigh.

Zhao's mother screamed twice in pain.

In the past, Zhao's mother often used needles to prick Zhao Xiaomei. Counting, this is the first time that Zhao's mother has experienced the pain of being pricked by needles.

She stretched out her hand to hit Yan Ge: Bitch, you are so bold!

Yan Ge is not Zhao Xiaomei who can only stand and be beaten. She sideways avoids Zhao's mother's hand and kicks Zhao's mother's leg.

Zhao's mother was beaten by Zhao's father before, but now she is beaten by her own daughter, how could she be reconciled, so she struggled to stand up and beat Yange: I'm going to kill you, dare to beat your own mother, don't you think it's too much? It’s a shame that your father is sent to prison, you bitch, the whole family is ruined because of you, and my mother should have strangled you in the first place.”

Yan Ge was much faster than her. He picked up the chair and slammed it on Zhao's mother. He didn't have any strength in his hands, and because of this, Zhao's mother fell to the ground completely.

Yan Ge smashed Zhao's mother a few times with the chair. Amid Zhao's crying, she went into the kitchen and scooped up another bowl of ribs for herself, and took the kitchen knife in her hand.

She was sitting on the table, eating with a kitchen knife in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

From beginning to end, she didn't say a word.