Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 28: Where Is the Pig’s Trotter?

"Mom, can you add a bit more? I feel like my stomach’s completely empty of grease," Goldie Thorne said with a cheeky grin.

Eldest grandsons and youngest sons are an old woman’s greatest treasures. Raina was not a particularly kind person; her sons, Felix and Frederick Thorne, had been raised under her strict thumb, and their feelings toward her were more fear than respect. Only Goldie Thorne dared to joke around with her like this.

"This much isn’t enough for you? All you do is eat, you don’t even work! If you don’t show up for work tomorrow, I won’t even give you sweet potatoes to eat!"

Raina glared at her youngest son, exasperated that he wouldn’t live up to his potential. He was the most handsome of the three brothers, but also the laziest. A grown man of twenty-five and still couldn’t find a wife—it was a disgrace to their ancestors.

Her eldest son had already fathered Howard and Patrick by the time he was twenty-five. The second, though a bit later, was married by twenty-three. The only problem was her second daughter-in-law, who was nothing but a useless freeloader. Sigh!

Thinking about her family’s troubles, Raina grew vexed all over again. A surge of anger rose in her, and she picked up her chopsticks to rap Goldie Thorne sharply on the head a few times before stalking into the kitchen, her face grim.

’Two big bowls of meat like this should last at least ten days! That spendthrift wife of my eldest son... she could eat her way through a mountain of gold. For her to send over two bowls this big, the meat on their own dinner table must be served by the basinful.’

Raina felt a pang in her chest, and the meat suddenly lost its aroma.

’Out of sight, but certainly not out of mind!’

’Nothing was going right. Sigh!’

But then she thought of her three tall, sturdy grandsons and her pretty little granddaughter, and Raina felt a little better. What made her even happier was that her eldest son had finally grown a conscience. He actually remembered her while he was feasting on meat. All those years raising him hadn’t been a total waste after all.

Tang Xiaonan’s high, childish voice drifted in from outside. "The pig’s feet with soybeans from Grandma were so delicious!"

"Let me see... where are the pig’s feet? I only see soybeans! Oh... looks like your grandma just gave you stewed soybeans!"

A wave of roaring laughter erupted. Raina’s face instantly darkened, her expression clouding over. She was about to storm out and curse those shameless people—her ability to cuss someone out was on par with Phoebe Huxley’s.

Goldie Thorne was quicker. He rushed to the door with a fierce look on his face and yanked it open. He saw a crowd of people, mostly elders, gathered around his niece and nephews, laughing and joking. The three brothers’ faces were as black as charcoal, coiled and ready to spring.

"There were pig’s feet... you just couldn’t see them..."

Tang Xiaonan tried to argue her point. Even if there really weren’t any pig’s feet, it wasn’t their place to say so.

Family could say what they wanted behind closed doors, but to the outside world, they had to present a united front. Raina might be stingy, but her devotion to her family was real, and she wouldn’t stand for outsiders making fun of them.

But her voice was drowned out by the raucous laughter. Though the crowd likely meant no real harm, the teasing laughter still made Tang Xiaonan uncomfortable. She subconsciously pouted. To her three brothers, this meant one thing: their precious baby sister was being bullied.

Unacceptable.

The most hot-tempered of them, Jim Thorne, stepped forward, ready for a fight. The crowd’s laughter died instantly. A few of them felt a prickle of regret—how could they have forgotten about the three terrors of the Thorne family? Those three had no respect for their elders; they had even beaten up a distant relative of their uncle’s generation just before the New Year!

Tang Xiaonan grew frantic, tugging hard on her third brother’s arm. He couldn’t start a fight over something so trivial! But once Jim Thorne’s temper was lit, ten bulls couldn’t hold him back. A brawl was imminent.

"Are you blind? You can’t see the giant pig’s feet? Want me to chop ’em off so you can get a closer look?"

Goldie Thorne came over and stepped in front of his nephews. A humorless smile played on his lips as he stared at the legs of the man who had been jeering the loudest, but his eyes were pure venom.