Suppress Superiors, Start by Eating Seats

The greenhouse at the entrance of the village smelled of alcohol, and the table was full of steaming soup scraps. Aunt Wang quickly took out the plastic bag and was about to put it into the bowl - but she saw that the bottom of the plate was bottomed out, and not even a piece of braised pork was left. "You little bastard!" She slapped the table and cursed angrily, spittle splattering on the tablecloth. "How dare you lick your face and clear the place without paying your share? You're eating and drinking for free!" The noisy moment fell silent for a moment. I wiped my mouth, took out the photo of the deceased with cracks on the edges from my arms, and slapped it on the shiny table. My face was pale in the photo. I looked up and glanced at the table full of surprise: "I went to the banquet in person, and the food I ate is the karma of debts from the Yin world, and the money from the Yang world. Is it worthy?"