His two brothers-in-law heard him cursing from nearby and both chuckled.
"You were planning to stew it yourself in the first place. You deserved the scolding."
"I'd already changed my mind. I was going to let them play with it for a few more days."
"But you certainly enjoyed eating it last night."
"That's true!"
At around eight, Lin Mother brought the children up the mountain, and Ye Chenghu charged straight over.
Ye Yaodong thought the boy had actually found the nerve to hit his own father, but instead, he flopped onto the ground in front of him and started rolling around in a tantrum.
"My Softshell Turtle, my Softshell Turtle... Dad, you promised last night you wouldn't eat it! You lied! You broke your promise! You ate my Softshell Turtle..."
Ye Yaodong watched his antics, utterly speechless. Where the hell had he learned that?
He had picked up all the village women's trademark tricks for throwing tantrums and making scenes.
"Get up!"
"No! I won't! Give me back my Softshell Turtle!" As he spoke, he sat up and stamped his feet angrily.
"Get up. It wasn't yours I ate. I ate Yangyang's."
Huh?
Ye Chenghu's eyes instantly widened. "You ate Yangyang's?"
"That's right! Yours is still alive. Stop rolling around throwing a tantrum. Get up and get to work."
How clever of me!
Ye Chenghu froze for a moment. "So the one that's left is mine?"
He caught on immediately and lit up with delight again. "Dad, you said it! The one left is mine, so you can't eat it now?"
"We'll eat it when we go home in a few days. You can play with it for another couple of days."
"So you're still going to eat it!" His expressive face changed instantly, and he stared accusingly