Nate might scold, but he dared not step forward. The aura of Willow chopping at the door was too terrifying.
Willow looked at Wendy, who was crying and shouting but without a single tear. She let out a cold chuckle, "Mother, keep shouting, it's best if you call all the villagers, and the village head over. We can have a good talk about why Jason is not even allowed to eat an egg. If I'm not mistaken, every month Aiden sends back over a hundred yuan in allowance. This money seems to have vanished somehow and I believe everyone would be interested to unravel the mystery, to understand why even an egg is a luxury for my little brother Jason."
With that, Wendy's sobbing came to an abrupt halt.
The adults present in the room looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Martha quickly said, "Third sister, what are you doing? How does our mother usually treat you? Isn't it clear to you? She saved Jason's s

Since it was all out in the open, Willow decided to go all out, taking out another half bowl of white flour from the cabinet.
In these hard times, every household was scrimping and saving. If this were any ordinary household, white flour would only be used during holidays. Being able to eat food made from white flour on regular days made Nicholson's family a rare exception. Unfortunately, they couldn't enjoy this privilege any longer.
Jason, having long suffered from malnutrition, was now even weaker from his fever. The coarse grains like cornmeal and sorghum porridge, were probably too hard for the little guy's stomach to digest at this point.
Hence, she decided to make an omelet, which was both nutritious and delicious.
She cracked an egg into the rice flour, added some chopped green onions and boiling water, slowly stirring it into a paste, and then seasoned it with salt.
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"You—you—!" Wendy, an uneducated rural woman, was dizzied for a moment by Willow's words. Her face went from pale to flushed, unable to utter even half a word.
Yet, Willow turned to the old man entering from the door, chirping, "Dad, mom didn't mean to scold you just now. Please don't grudge against her."
The man who came in was none other than the worthless father of Aiden and Jason, Nate Nicholson.
Old man Nate paused for a moment, glaring at her somewhat obscurely and coldly before growling, “What's all the racket this early in the morning? Anyone who doesn't want breakfast can get out!”
In Nicholson's household, Nate holds considerable authority.
Just from his display of anger, not to mention that Wendy sobered up a bit, it even stopped Harry from crying.
Willow cheerily said, “Mom, dad’s referring to you. Either retreat to the kitchen or get out!"
After saying that, she didn't contemplate her words and began to cook eggs in the farm stove.
In her previous life, Willow was an internet celebrity and a blogger, specializing in recording and crafting traditional folk art videos, which included the making of traditional delicacies.
To conserve the authenticity of these delicacies, she used a traditional farmhouse stove while recording the videos.
All the ingredients were personally grown and reared by her.
So, while others might be at a loss if they were transported back to the 1970s,
For Willow, cooking with a farmhouse stove was nothing more than a simple task.
After observing Willow casually mishandling her beloved eggs, Wendy couldn't suppress her rage. In this household, no one had ever dared to challenge her authority in such a way.
She suddenly strode forward, and with a smack, knocked over the egg in Willow's hand.
Swearing under her breath, she said: "Eat, I'll let you eat! You're not letting my precious child live peacefully, today no one is going to eat!"
While cursing, she pulled out a key from her waist and locked the cabinet.
Willow looked at the egg spilled on the floor, and finally lost her last ounce of patience.
A cold glint flashed across her eyes, she suddenly stepped forward, seized the kitchen knife on the countertop.
Seeing Wendy's horrified gaze, Willow swung the knife towards the cabinet door.
Clang, clang, clang...!
After three blows, the cabinet door was chopped open.
She calmly took out two more eggs.
The commune stipulates that each person could raise three chickens. The Old Shen family had many members and raised no small number of chickens. They were able to collect six or seven eggs a day. In the Old Nicholson family, apart from Nate and his wife, only their younger son and grandson could eat the eggs, so they were always able to save some every month.
Wendy was so angry that she almost fainted, "You're going to pay, you wretched woman, I'll fight you to the end—!"
Her shrill scream abruptly stopped.
Because she had just charged two steps forward, when she saw Willow, with a non-laughing smile, holding the kitchen knife, and pointing the sharp blade at her.
Cold sweat dripped down Wendy's forehead at once.
Because she had a premonition that if she dared to get close, this crazy woman, Willow, would really chop her with the knife in her hand.
Martha's face twitched at this moment, forcing a smile saying, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? How can you point a knife at your mother-in-law? Aren't you afraid that others will stab you in the back if this gets out? Quick, give the knife to your sister-in-law..."
Willow slowly lifted the kitchen knife, with a clatter, she slammed it onto the cutting board.
Martha was immediately frightened and took several steps back.
"Good heavens! Are you courting death? You shameless woman, are you trying to reach for the skies? Which daughter-in-law would act like you, wielding a kitchen knife to chop at her mother-in-law? Is there no justice in the world anymore!"
Suddenly crying hysterically, Wendy said, “Old man, what are you standing there for? We, the Nicholson family, cannot tolerate such a daughter-in-law. Quickly chase her out.”
Old man Nate watched Willow with the knife and his old face turned red with rage. His voice rose an octave, "Woman from the third family, what on earth are you messing about? Put the knife away immediately!"

Nate might scold, but he dared not step forward. The aura of Willow chopping at the door was too terrifying.
Willow looked at Wendy, who was crying and shouting but without a single tear. She let out a cold chuckle, "Mother, keep shouting, it's best if you call all the villagers, and the village head over. We can have a good talk about why Jason is not even allowed to eat an egg. If I'm not mistaken, every month Aiden sends back over a hundred yuan in allowance. This money seems to have vanished somehow and I believe everyone would be interested to unravel the mystery, to understand why even an egg is a luxury for my little brother Jason."
With that, Wendy's sobbing came to an abrupt halt.
The adults present in the room looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Martha quickly said, "Third sister, what are you doing? How does our mother usually treat you? Isn't it clear to you? She saved Jason's share of eggs to exchange for money to buy you new clothes. Did you not know? A few days back, the co

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