When the little dog saw that its snacks were taken away, it became anxious and barked incessantly.
Mike sprayed crumbs all over the floor while eating, and kept kicking the dog.
I immediately picked up the dog and teased it with a dog bone in my hand.
I was reaching out to Mike for the remaining bag of biscuits.
"Give it to me quickly!"
But my sister-in-law became anxious.
"It's just a bag of biscuits. You earn so much money and can't bear to give a bag of biscuits to your nephew? Others earn money to give a dowry, build a house for their nephew to help them get married. But you, you don't give a penny to Mike. When you die, everything will belong to my children."
She then took away the dog bone in my hand and threw it to Mike.
"What kind of snacks are these? No meat at all. Do you think we want to eat them? Eating them is just to give you face!"
Mike licked the taste on the dog bone and enjoyed it.
The puppy rushed up and bit his pants, desperately trying to get its bone back.
He kicked my dog directly to the ground.
"Those are dog biscuits, dog bones! Are you a dog?"
The roar made my sister-in-law stunned.
She held the biscuit in her hand and looked at it over and over again.