Chapter 207 Two coins divided between three people

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 207 Two coins divided between three people

The father over there had just comforted the mother, and we had another conflict.

There were two more coins, and there were three of us. At this time, of course, my sister and I had to count them separately, so we immediately rejected the cousin's suggestion of "one for him and one for us."

But, is there a better way than this?

My cousin suffered a loss by giving both coins to us, but he has already taken more money than us this year.

I'm jealous.

We can share the hardships, we can use our own money to buy firecrackers and play with my cousin, but my cousin, who originally had less money than me, suddenly got more red envelopes than me. Even if I also got red envelopes, I still can’t

happy.

The younger sister grabbed a coin first and said to him: "You still need this one coin?"

The cousin didn't care and snatched one over. He held the pile of coins and said rationally: "If you don't miss it, give it to me. Han Xin will lead the troops. The more the merrier, do you understand?"

Understand.

The more the merrier.

Isn’t the more the merrier?

When there is a shortage, you may not be able to get out a single coin. My cousin used to be like this, but now he has plenty of money.

More than us.

I am on the thin side and need to eat more to gain weight, so junk food is a good choice.

There was a big bucket of unused KFC on the table. My sister and my cousin were still having a verbal dispute, and it even got to the point where they were trying to grab each other's coins. I didn't want to help either of them, so I just said: "No need to grab it."

, I don’t want it, it’s just right for you two to have one each.”

The younger sister snorted at her cousin and said loudly: "Old Wen, I'll give you half. We won't play with this stingy guy."

My cousin was not happy when he heard this, and his attitude softened, but he still wanted the coin: "Sister Xuanwen, do you really not want it?"

"don't want."

I replied again, with resentment, and of course I wanted what I could, but the two dollars were given to us, and I felt greedy myself.

Money is one thing, food is another matter.

My mother bought a KFC hamburger set for my cousin. She took it with her when she went to the countryside alone, more than once, but she never bought it for us. Even if she won the lottery, she reluctantly took us to buy it in the end.

Just two packs of fries.

Partiality is not biased like this.

After all, who is her daughter?

I brought the KFC in front of me first. Without washing my hands that I had just taken the coins, I reached in and took out a chicken drumstick. I took a bite and threw it in. Then I took out a chicken wing and gnawed on another.

It's all mine.

My mother called my name and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

I haven't done anything, I'm just angry and unwilling to give in. If my sister takes one more, I can bear it.

Maybe, I shouldn't say this, I did it voluntarily.

But my cousin wanted to take one more coin, but I was reluctant. In my eyes, it should be divided like this. My sister only got one coin, while my cousin and I each got 50 cents.

"Is it unevenly divided?" Dad came over to persuade me, "I still have some here, how many are missing?"

"Don't give it to me," my mother yelled, stopping my father from taking out the coins. "It's all your idea. Why do you want to share the coins?" After saying this, my father was speechless and then turned to us with a serious look on his face:

"I've given it to you and you still want to make a fuss? It's just a matter of a few coins."

To put it lightly.

When I was the poorest, I only had a few coins. I had to weigh everything I wanted to buy. I would definitely regret buying it, because I would have less money after spending money. Unless the money I spent could be recovered quickly through other methods, it would always be there.

I mind buying something like this.

But I don’t buy it, but I always think about buying it.

Do they understand this feeling of suffering? Yes! Oh, yes, it’s because they understand that it’s troublesome.

I deliberately took out the chicken legs and ate them, deliberately wolfing them down as if I had never seen anything in the world.

"You have to eat and why are you eating this?" My mother chose to direct her anger at me.

It's my own fault.

Who asked me to act independently at this time? My sister and cousin were sitting quietly and silently, and I was the only one eating KFC.

I've wanted to eat it for a long time.

Why do you have to choose a day when your cousin is here to buy it? If you don’t go out to get the seal, you really don’t have the money to buy KFC?

Just buy what you buy, buy whatever you want for the whole family, and if everyone eats the same food, there won’t be any quarrels.

There are only two pairs of grilled wings. My sister loves to eat them, my cousin wants to eat them, and I want to eat them too. There are four of them, and they are not evenly divided among the three of us. The coins have already been given away, but I won’t let them.

While I was eating, I started crying. I didn’t understand how the good things turned out like this.

If you can't eat what you want, you will cry.

After eating it, it was still the same.

Perhaps this is the sorrow of the poor.

My grandma and uncle heard the noise coming out of the house, and when they saw us making trouble, they immediately began to persuade us: "If they want to eat, let them eat first, and they can eat later."

"Eat this for dinner." Mom suppressed her anger in front of grandma, looked at her sister and cousin and said, "Wash your hands and eat." When she turned around and went to the kitchen, she couldn't help but complain, "How can I eat KFC after eating it?"

We have to eat, but it’s too late.”

Yes, it's just too late.

I retorted: "It's still hot now, it's delicious, but how will you eat it when it gets cold later?"

"Ah, you are so naughty now."

As soon as my mother turned around, she looked like she was going to hit someone. I held the bucket of KFC and ran out. I had the idea of ​​​​death together in my mind. I was afraid and wanted to say harshly: "Then don't eat it. I'll take it out."

Go feed the dogs."
Chapter completed!