Household Survival Rules 6

Seeing this, Xu Si tentatively spoke, “Mom, today is the weekend. Can I write my diary a little later?”

“Didn’t the teacher tell you to write your diary on time tomorrow?” Her mother slammed the chopsticks hard on the table. “If you don’t want to do your homework, does that mean you don’t plan to study at all?”

“Older sister doesn’t study, she’ll be kicked out of the house!” her younger brother shouted happily, clapping his hands.

“What a misfortune for the family, having such an unfilial daughter. Do you want to end up like your grandfather, a debt-collecting ghost?” her grandmother muttered like casting a spell.

The three ghosts each spoke their own way, making Xu Si’s temples throb painfully.

Grandfather—why was being a debt-collecting ghost equated with him?

Besides, he wasn’t in the family photo, and no one mentioned him at home. It seemed the family was hiding some secrets.

And all she wanted was just to write her diary a little later.

Why were these two ghosts using family ties and morality to guilt-trip her? It seemed the "daughter" lived very oppressed at home.

Rule Eight: Dining time is absolutely safe. Any disputes can be paused during meals, but please do not cry at the table, or it will trigger hell-level difficulty.

Xu Si recalled the item she obtained in the last mission—Tears of Redemption. Isn’t this perfectly suited?

Maybe she could throw it to one of the ghosts.

Let it cry and see what hellish difficulty would be triggered. After all, it was mealtime; she was absolutely safe.

But in fact, the opposite happened.

Because Xu Si accidentally struck herself with the item, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

“Why don’t you just die already!? I slave away at home serving you, and you’re crying!” Her mother instantly exploded in rage, grabbing a broom and swinging it fiercely at her.

It looked as if she intended to beat Xu Si to death.

Little Immortal: “??”

He was in so much pain and desperately wanted to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get away.

Xu Si cried as she ran, trying to lessen the number of blows.

Because in the mission it didn’t hurt, but outside it did.

“Hahaha, sister deserves it, mom hit her again!” her brother clapped and shouted nearby.

Xu Si ran to her brother, slapping him first and then kicking him down.

As he began to cry, she quickly threw him a steamed bun, and he smiled foolishly while clutching it.

Her brother had just said mom hit her again.

Combining this with Rule Three: No matter what your mother says or does, she only does it because she loves you. Never defy her, even if her way of love is difficult to accept.

It was evident: the daughter was often punished with sticks, scolded and beaten over trivial matters.

A tragic Chinese-style parent, venting emotions recklessly.

“I only hit and scold you because I care about you! Look around the streets—who cares about you for no reason? No one cares!” Her mother wielded the broom and swung it toward Xu Si again.

Seeing she couldn’t hit her, the mother threw the broom aside and started slapping with her bare hands.

“Master, I feel like I didn’t die last time, but this time I really might! Goodbye, dear master!”

“Slap! Slap!” One slap after another, Xu Si endured the blows and was even grabbed tightly by the neck. She didn’t feel much, but Little Immortal felt like he was about to faint.

“Nonsense! You always died just fine before, how did you suddenly come back to life?!” Xu Si said, then added, “Then please die completely this time, so it won’t hurt so much in the future.”

Her mouth was at thirty-seven degrees Celsius, but her words were as cold as ice, making every ghost in the cold room shiver.

Her mother was stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of this, Xu Si pushed her down onto the sofa and ran away quickly.

“You unfilial daughter, how dare you hit your mother? I am your mother!” Her mother yelled as she collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her body and dripping down.

Xu Si looked up at the ceiling, feeling powerless.

An irritable mother, a vanished father, a brother who deserved the beatings, an enabler grandmother, and a debt-collecting grandfather.