The Chu Family hurried along the road, with Old Mrs. Chu's bound feet nearly spinning as they rushed to make it in time. However, when they pushed open the door, they found they were still a step too late—
The treasures of the family's heart lay dead in the courtyard.
Old Mrs. Chu felt as if she'd been struck by lightning, and with a wobble, she sat down heavily on the ground.
"What sin have I committed?! Oh, heavens!"
A few daughters-in-law followed behind, inhaling sharply at the sight of the courtyard's tragic scene, almost fainting on the spot.
Chu River sat grandly on the veranda, with her legs crossed, directing six of the nieces and nephews:
"Hurry up, has the water boiled? If it's boiled, scald them."
"Who knows how to pluck feathers? Whoever plucks them clean gets a chicken wing."
"Auntie, I can do it!"
"I can do it!"
"Auntie, I know where Grandma hides the rice."
