half-baked life

Chapter 79 Your sister can’t eat it because she is allergic to seafood.

Jiang He really didn't expect that Liang Yinglong would openly reveal the root of the family's internal conflicts in front of her. She poked at the side awkwardly, saying it was neither good nor bad to leave, and her socks were almost covered by her toes. It’s scratched.

Liang Yingfeng, who was on the other side of the phone, didn't speak immediately. After a while, she replied calmly, "The house belongs to my father, and the money is what my parents have worked hard to earn all their lives. He can give it to whoever he wants. I have nothing to say."

When Liang Yinglong heard what his sister said, he immediately sneered silently with a sarcastic expression, obviously feeling that his sister was just pretending.

His father had to stay in the hospital for less than half a month due to acute pyelonephritis. He was in severe pain every day and always felt that he could not survive and had to make a will.

Liang Yingfeng thought it was too unlucky, but Liang Yinglong thought it didn't matter, "Sooner or later, I have to stand up. While dad is not confused now, I can stand up if I want to."

Leung Chun-ying’s wealth is not too much, but not too little.

A commercial house, where I live now, is next to the Second Ring Road. It is a house in a decent school district. The market price is about 600 to [-] million yuan.

There is also a self-built house in the outer suburbs. It is not worth much in the first place. It cannot withstand good luck. Smoke is coming from the ancestral graves. An industrial park is about to be built there. The demolition agreement was signed last year. It said that two houses can be replaced on the same site. For a small three-bedroom apartment of about 100 square meters, another one million yuan is needed.

Liang Yingfeng had known for a long time that more than half of her father's property would go to her brother. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, there was nothing she could do about it. After all, her son was the "root" of the family line, and she was the "married girl and the spilled water." "!
But she never expected that Liang Zhenying would actually leave all his property to Liang Yinglong, and hold her hand with tears in his eyes, saying that he was related by blood, and told her as a sister to take good care of her brother in the future.

Liang Yingfeng didn't even listen to her father's words, so she threw away his hand and rushed out of the ward. Liang Yinglong followed her out hypocritically, urging her not to take it to heart.

"Dad is... he is confused because of his illness! Sister, don't take it to heart. When dad is discharged from the hospital in two days, I will discuss it with him. Maybe he will change his mind?"

"...What if I don't change it?" Liang Yingfeng's eyes moved from Liang Yinglong's fingers tightly holding the will to his face, and she couldn't hide the joy on her brother's face.

"Then...then there's nothing I can do about it. After all, this...this all belongs to dad, and he must still have the final say...Sister, what do you think?" Liang Yinglong probed cautiously.

"That's right, that's the truth."

Liang Yingfeng noticed that her brother was obviously relieved when she heard what she said. He returned to the ward as if nothing was wrong, but Liang Yingfeng's heart suddenly felt cold.

That night, she went to her father's place to move all her things away. After sleeping at home for two days, she went to Qianwen's place.

Liang Yinglong has been unable to contact anyone since his sister moved away from his father's house. At the beginning, he thought it didn't matter. After all, the money was his, and he should serve the old man.

But after serving him for less than a week, Liang Yinglong couldn't bear it anymore. Liang Zhenying was like a living hell, and he was clearly trying to grind him to death!

After much thought, Liang Yinglong shamelessly went to Sun Qianwen's place to find her sister. However, she didn't even get in and was pointed at her nose by her nephew.

"Uncle, do you still have the nerve to ask my mother to go back and serve my grandpa? Since my grandpa doesn't take my mom seriously, then why does my mom need to put her hot face against my grandpa's cold ass?"

"Wenwen, what are you talking about? You look a bit like a junior!" Liang Yinglong used his uncle's airs to teach Sun Qianwen, "When did your grandpa stop taking your mother seriously? The old man is old and has Sometimes you are confused and sometimes you are sober. Why do you care about that? Besides, after all, this is our elders’ business. Why are you, a junior, just messing around? Get your mother out quickly and hide behind you. What’s going on!”

"Uncle, we've already got this job, let's stop pretending and just fight each other, how happy it would be!" Sun Qianwen didn't give any face, she said sarcastically.

In Liang Yinglong's view, Sun Qianwen was simply spoiled by Liang Yingfeng and his wife. She was neither big nor small, and had no respect for her elders. The man she married was also a boneless man. Otherwise, his biological son could be named "Sun"?
"As long as my grandpa misses my mother well, he won't leave her a penny. My mother has taken care of him for two whole years!"

"It is only natural for children to serve their parents." Liang Yinglong quickly occupied the moral high ground.

"Uncle, you should tell yourself this. You have been serving me for less than two weeks and you can't stand it any longer."

Sun Qianwen was completely "borrowing power", she glanced at Liang Yinglong coldly, "If you think my mother is outrageous, you can ask my grandpa to file a lawsuit, or directly expose it to the media, so that everyone can comment together. Let’s see if my mother should continue to serve my grandpa!”

She made Liang Yinglong speechless with her words, and at the end she added a heart-wrenching sentence, "Uncle, you are short-handed when it comes to taking advantage of others, and soft-spoken when you eat others.' Please, please stop bothering me and serve my grandpa properly."

"...Yinglong, do you still remember? When we were young, our family was poor and we didn't have much serious food to eat, especially in winter. Every day we would stew vermicelli with cabbage or boiled white radish, but dad would bring some from time to time. Come back with pickled crabs."

Liang Yingfeng's voice became very soft. Liang Yinglong heard the sound of the sliding door opening and closing, and guessed that her sister had walked to the balcony.

"The pickled crab is very small, only twice as big as a one-dollar steel pot. It is packed in a glass jar with a plastic lid and a handle."

"... Pickled crabs?" Liang Yinglong didn't know why Liang Yingfeng suddenly talked about these old millet and rotten sesame seeds. He touched the gray stubble on his chin in confusion, but he still took over the conversation.

"I remember eating that stuff a lot when I was a kid. It was salty and fishy. I didn't like it at all...but the crabmeat mixed with cabbage vermicelli tasted good."

"So you really have to eat like this?" Liang Yingfeng on the other end of the phone said thoughtfully, and then laughed softly.

"You said 'eat it often'? But I have never eaten one bite. At that time, only dad and you could eat pickled crab at home. The scattered crab claws and legs belonged to mom. I was thinking at that time, it must be where I am. It’s not cooked well enough, so it’s not qualified to eat.”

Liang Yingfeng could still remember the cold, salty smell of pickled crabs, which penetrated sharply through the hot steam of cabbage stewed with vermicelli and entered her nostrils, seducing and teasing her wantonly.

She was so greedy that she kept swallowing saliva. Under the cover of her rice bowl, she watched eagerly as Liang Yinglong used chopsticks to pry open the shell of pickled crabs, put her mouth up to suck the juice and crab paste inside, and her mother would pick out the white crab paste from time to time. The crab leg meat was put into Liang Yinglong's bowl.

"...This meat is so salty, I don't want to eat it." Liang Yinglong disliked it very much, "Mom, give it to my sister!"

He once even brought his rice bowl to Liang Yingfeng. Just as Liang Yingfeng was about to reach out with her chopsticks, her mother stopped her with a word.

"Your sister can't eat it because she's allergic to seafood."

(End of this chapter)