"Where's the meat, where's the fish, you stupid woman, you can't even keep an eye on the fish and meat. What use are you? I want to divorce you."
As Yuan Chun and Cheng Fang happily prepared the New Year's meal, the thunderous roar of anger could be heard from Liu Tiezhu's home.
Ge Cuilan cried aggrievedly, "Last night, I clearly locked them in the cabinet. How would I know where the meat went?"
The cabinet's lock was still there, but the meat was gone, it was truly bizarre.
Ge Cuilan suddenly looked around in terror, "Dear, do you think it was your father who came by? Did he take our fish and meat, sobbing... The lock is fine, but the fish and meat are gone. Who else but a ghost could do this?"
"This life is unbearable. Whenever we have something good, your father takes it away. Even in death, he won't let us go, sobbing... My life is so bitter..."
Ge Cuilan sat on the ground, hitting her thighs and wailing loudly.
