To celebrate Bai Yueguang's low-school son entering a junior college, his wife not only held a grand entrance banquet, but also cooked for him herself. But our daughter, the number one scholar, who is working during the summer vacation, can only pick up the leftovers for them. Finding his daughter dressed as a waiter, Lu Renduan pretended to be kind and walked towards her: "Qingqing, you haven't eaten your mother's food for a long time, right? Try the fish leaping over the dragon's gate that she made for Ziyi." But there was a trace of hesitation in his daughter's eyes. Su Qingdai looked at her daughter's posture, but her eyes were full of disgust: "You can eat whatever Uncle Lu Ren tells you to do. You are so coquettish that you are as incompetent as your father!" As she said this, she opened her daughter's mouth, grabbed the fish from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it. The daughter clutched her throat and fell to the ground in pain, but Su Qingdai held Lu Ren with one arm and Lu Ziyi with the other and walked away. When I rushed to my daughter in a wheelchair, her beautiful face had turned the color of pig liver. I hurriedly dialed 120. Thinking that she was unable to move, she called Su Qingdai again, hoping that she would accompany her daughter, but her tone was full of impatience: "She died because a fish bone stuck in her throat. Just pour some vinegar on her. What's the fuss?"
