Yun Jiao held the earthen pot and quickly entered the house.
Outside, Qi Lang's voice came through, filled with infinite grievance, "Mom, I also want to eat chicken."
The Liu Family shouted, "Don't learn from those people, eating like this, in less than two days, we won't be able to keep the pot boiling."
Yang Family's voice was even louder, "Exactly, I've never seen such a wasteful person, eating meat every day, tsk tsk tsk, they're not even afraid of being struck by lightning."
Eating some meat and fearing lightning storms, Yun Jiao couldn't help but chuckle at Yang Family's words, her hand shook, almost dropping the earthen pot.
She quickly placed the pot on the table.
Jiang Youzhi, lying on the bed, watched her giggle, and even the pain in his leg seemed to ease, his mood lifted as well.
Indeed, when you see insults as jokes, not only do those malicious words fail to hurt you, they also add a bit of amusement to life.
