Grandma cooked with the used oil from the range hood.
When I found out and poured it away, she cursed me for being wasteful.
Later, she fed me all kinds of expired medicine. When I spat it out, she kicked me down the stairs.
My spine was broken, and I was left paralyzed in bed.
She brainwashed my younger brother: “You were born for a life of wealth, but your sister is a cripple. Not only can she not bring in a bride price, she’s a burden on you. That’s why we’re so poor.”
Zhang Tianci hated me for a long time, then smothered me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she scraped used oil out of the range hood.
This time, I obediently handed her a spoon. “You can scrape out as much as you like. Used oil is still oil, after all!”
