I'm increasingly feeling that something is off with my sister-in-law.

During the day, I see her staring at the waxed meat hanging from the ceiling beams, occasionally drooling. Sometimes, she fixates on the few remaining roosters in the house, unable to take her eyes off them due to her intense craving.

Even in the middle of the night, she stands by the pigsty's gate, staring at the fat pig inside the house.

This scene suddenly reminds me of when my sister-in-law was pregnant!

Moreover, her originally dark and yellowish complexion has turned pale, but her lips are as red as pig's blood.

My mother said she's pregnant.

"Pan'er, your sister-in-law is going to have a baby boy. This time, Mom will make a paper doll for her in advance. She will definitely give birth to a chubby little boy!"

As my mother said this, her eyes were fixed on me.

Not long after, my mother said that she had been unfair to me in recent years. She bought me several sets of new clothes and served me a bowl full of lean meat for dinner.

My older brother was dissatisfied. "Why should she, a girl, be able to wear new clothes and eat meat? In the end, isn't it a loss for us?"

"If you ask me, she should have been married off earlier to fetch a higher price!"

As he said this, my older brother glared at me fiercely.

But this time, my mother didn't agree with my older brother.

"Pan'er, you've suffered in these years, and it's Mom's fault!"

"Pan'er, eat more meat. When I see you so skinny, it breaks my heart!"

My sister-in-law tried to grab some meat from me, and my mother scolded her and hit her with chopsticks a few times.

"You greedy ghost! You'll have plenty of chances to eat meat in the future!"

"Pan'er, you eat the meat..."

"Gain some weight, gain more weight! When you become fatter, the baby boy your sister-in-law gives birth to will also be chubby!"

My mother then put several pieces of greasy meat into my bowl.

I didn't dare to eat the meat anymore.

For some reason, I always feel that their kindness towards me is accompanied by ulterior motives.

Suddenly, an alarm bell rings in my heart, reminding me of a few days ago when my mother said she would make a paper doll for my sister-in-law to pray for a child. But there is no girl in the house except for me!

Except for me!

Instantly, the meat in my bowl loses its appeal.

I raise my head and see three people holding their bowls, their eyes fixed on me, with eerie smiles on their faces.

A chill runs down my spine!

But then I have another thought: a paper doll for praying for a child requires the use of a newborn girl, so it definitely has nothing to do with me!

Wait, something's not right!