Extra Prata For The Dog

My mother returns home, with 2 packs of rice and an odd-one-out packet of prata.

So I was in the kitchen with my mother, and she tells me that the prata is extra, either my brother or I could have it. It was not as though I was going to talk to my brother, much less negotiate with him who gets the prata! (My mother tends to put us in situations where we kinda have to negotiate. But of course, I really can't care less. I've met assholes in my life, my brother being the biggest one.)

A while later, the asshole enters the kitchen, and my mother asks him if he wants the prata.

The asshole farted, “才不要！那个是给狗吃的！” (I don't want the prata, that's for the dog!)

Well, ‘狗’ or 'dog' refers to me in a more affectionate way. I told you he's an asshole...

As usual, I ignore his snide remarks. I've been conditioned to shut him out of my system.

My mother then left the kitchen to take a snooze. I settled down on the dining table with my dinner. In front of me on the table were my brother's portion of dinner and the extra prata.

Just as I was working into my dinner, the asshole came back to the kitchen, grabbed his dinner, AND THE PACKET OF PRATA.

Is that an effing asshole or an effing huge-ass asshole?!