Chapter 7

Ever since Aiden left for the army, Jason didn't even have the privilege to eat at the dinner table. Every day, the leftover scraps were his meals, and he should be grateful for that much. Had Willow gone mad? She actually wanted to feed such a precious egg to Jason? Each egg cost five cents. According to the dividends of last year's production team, one public point in Five Gate Village was worth one cent, so five cents meant half a day’s work for a strong laborer. "I don't care what idea you've come up with today, but this egg soup is for Harry. Give it back to me immediately. Otherwise, when Mama gets angry, you're going to get it." As she spoke, Martha lunged at Willow menacingly. However, because of her bulky figure and lack of agility, her heavy palm hit the edge of the bowl directly. There was a loud bang as the egg soup fell to the ground. "Ah—! Waaah! My egg, you have to compensate for my egg!" Once Harry saw his egg soup was overturned, he immediately began to wail tearfully. Wendy, who had just walked in from outside, immediately rushed over and took Harry into her arms in concern: "Oh my, my darling! Who bullied you? Tell Mama, Mama will definitely stand up for you." "My egg! My egg! Waaah!" Wendy glanced at the spilled egg soup on the ground and glared angrily: "What exactly happened here?" Martha shivered in fear and quickly tattled: "Mama, it was Willow. I don’t know what got into her today, she actually wanted to serve Harry's egg to that little brat Jason. I disagreed and wanted to take it back for Harry, but she ended up knocking it over." Wendy's fierce gaze turned towards Willow: "Is what your sister-in-law said true?!" Willow was sizing up the woman in front of her. She was probably in her early forties, but her maintenance was much better than that of Martha. You could tell that Wendy must have had a bit of beauty in her younger days. But at this moment, this touch of charm was completely destroyed by her shrewish and ferocious expression. Willow said indifferently, "Jason is sick, I was taking a bowl of egg soup to help him recover, is there something wrong with that?” "You're talking nonsense!" As soon as Wendy heard that Martha was telling the truth, she immediately cursed, "That little brat wants to eat egg soup? How does he have the face to eat, when he stole so much milk from Harry when they were young, causing my Harry to be weak from a young age. Now he even wants to eat eggs, he should look at his own face first!” Willow sneered: just look at Harry, so fat like a pig, yet claiming to be weak from a young age, isn't she blind? She was too lazy to argue with them and directly turned around and headed for the kitchen. "Have I let you go?! Give me Harry's eggs back today and we'll call it even, otherwise . . . you you you, Willow what are you doing?!” Willow, who had just walked into the kitchen, directly opened the cupboard and took out two eggs. She rekindled the stove's fire with a smile, "Mother, Harry needs eggs because he's weak, Jason's condition is even worse than harry right now, so he should eat eggs even more, don't you think?” Wendy's eyes were wide open, full of menace, "That little bastard wants to eat my eggs, in his dreams!” "Little bastard?" Willow's gaze swept over the old man who had just entered the room, her mouth slightly hooked up, "Mother, who are you calling a bastard? Jason is father's son, if you're calling jason a bastard, you're calling father a bastard. Have you considered father's feelings when you speak?”