Chapter 3 — Bowl of Rice Sees into People's Hearts

That day I went on a business trip, and basically no one ate at home. I continued to pull forward. Before Liu Guifen moved in, there were also money transfers. Just a little less money. Perhaps Tran Hao soon got used to taking money from the joint account to give to his mother. But I always think it's our family's living expenses. The crying outside the door stopped. When Tran Hao pushed the door open and walked in, I didn't raise my head. He stood at the door, his voice stiff. "You made mom so angry that her chest hurts." I turned the phone screen towards him. "What is this?" He took a look, his face clearly stopped. "Why are you checking the account?" "This is a joint account, can't you see?" "I don't mean that." "So what do you mean?" He walked in, closed the door. "Before mom came, she also helped us a lot, Is there anything wrong with giving her a little money?" I said: "Giving her money is not a problem, the problem is that you use the money in a joint account." He frowned. "Do husband and wife need to calculate in such detail?" I put the phone on my knee. "When my mother divides meals, she calculates quite meticulously." His breathing became heavy. "Again, why do you always drag everything back to the meal?" I looked at him. "Because rice is something that shows clearly." most." He angrily rubbed his hair. "So what do you want? Can I make up for it?" I said: "In return." He was stunned. I repeated. "Make up for it tonight." Tran Hao's expression became unsightly. "Manh Tinh, don't force people too much." "I don't force you, you just said it yourself." He stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. That smile didn't have any warmth at all. "Now you really make me feel strange." I also smiled. "Now you make me feel too familiar." He didn't understand what I meant. I picked up my phone and set up an appointment on my bank account. Starting next month, I will no longer automatically transfer money to the joint account. When Tran Hao saw it, his face immediately changed. "What are you doing?" "Stop transferring money." "What about the mortgage payment? What about household expenses?" "I will pay what I have to pay." "Manh Tinh, are you planning to divide the house?" I raised my head to look at him. "Didn't you two push me out first?" He couldn't say anything. Outside the door, Liu Que Phan's voice suddenly rang out. "Hao Hao, don't talk anymore." She stood at the door, her eyes red, one hand still holding her breast. "It's all my fault, you shouldn't have come here." As soon as this sentence ended, Tran Hao immediately turned around. "Mom, don't say that." Liu Que Phan looked at me, then bowed her head again. "At first, I only thought of coming here to cook for you two, help you with dinner. I didn't expect that Tinh Tinh would hate her mother." I slowly stood up. "Mom said you helped us save money, so where were these joint accounts transferred to you saved?" Luu Que Phan looked like he was burned. "What money?" I showed the transfer history. "These amounts." She didn't take it. Tran Hao immediately spoke first. "That's the money I gave my mother." I said: "Then you admit that you transferred the money on your own." His face turned blue and white. Luu Que Phan immediately grabbed the door frame. "Tinh Tinh, don't talk like that." I looked at her. "So what should I say?" Her lips trembled. "I live here with you children, don't you need money to buy food? Don't you need money for electricity and water? I'm an old person, do I still have to spend money to feed you and your husband?" I asked: "Is there your share in the food I buy?" She stiffened. This time Tran Hao did not immediately speak. The bedroom was so quiet that there was only the faint sound of the air conditioner. After a long while, Liu Que Phan's tears fell. "Mom, you know, in this house, you're just an outsider." I said, "Mom, don't mix things up."

concept." Her crying immediately stopped. I said each word. "Being an outsider is no reason for me not to cook your meal." "Being an old person is no reason for me to take your money and still let you go hungry." Tran Hao suddenly raised his voice. "Enough!" I didn't back down. "If you think it's enough, then make up for it." His hand clenched into a fist and then let go. Finally, he took out his phone, I bowed my head and worked for a long time. My phone quickly rang. 3,800 yuan was transferred to the joint account. I took a look. "And the previous accounts." Tran Hao raised his head, his eyes looking like he wanted to eat people. "Do you really want to calculate with me to this extent?" I said: "Since you two stopped cooking my rice bowl, we have already started calculating." Liu Que Phan cried even more fiercely. He kept saying to force her to go away. Tran Hao chased after him and coaxed him. I stood at the bedroom door and heard him trying to hold back his anger calling my name. "Manh Tinh, are you satisfied?" I didn't answer because the phone rang again.