Dong Laigen was most afraid of two things in his life: one was the Japanese soldiers who buried him alive, and the other was his family member Zhou Yuee.
But today, I am afraid of both.
He was bragging to his old comrades about how he was dug out of the soil by the social butterfly White Butterfly in Qingshi Ridge. It was so thrilling that everyone was stunned for a moment.
When he turned around, Baidie didn't see his mother-in-law, Zhou Yue'e, holding a vegetable basket behind her, her face darker than the bottom of the pot.
"Hey, Dong Daxiong," Yue'e sneered and poked his lower back, "Compared with the three days and three nights when I served you with a high fever, it's not as good as the 'White Butterfly' in a play?"
Dong Laigen's legs went weak at that time, and he almost had another "buried alive experience" on the spot. He quickly apologized and said, "Oh my dear mother, no matter how white this butterfly is, it won't lay eggs! You gave birth to our two sons!"
The old comrade next to her was holding back his laughter and suffered internal injuries. Yue'e laughed and slapped him on the back: "Young poor man! I will punish you by cleaning the pot at night. If you can't clean it, you will sleep on the kang with the white butterfly tonight!"
