Zhao Juan watched the steamed cornbread on the dining table fly away before her eyes, and felt a chill in her heart.
"Mom, I'm hungry." Since pretending to be pitiful didn't work, she decided to be straightforward.
Upon hearing her daughter was hungry, Auntie Zhao wanted to fetch some food.
"Hungry, go back to where you eat. Your salary, your rations, are wherever they are, go and eat there." Zhao Gui had completely lost patience with this daughter.
"Didn't you say I treat you badly, abuse you in all sorts of ways, and that the Liu Family treats you better?"
Zhao Gui glanced at Zhao Juan several times, "Look at yourself now, you've become so thin."
"Aren't you the one who can argue with your father about how I abuse you? So, in your husband's home, you don't fight for yourself?"
"Your money and rations are in your husband's home, yet you come back to your parents' home to eat."
"Why, do you think we feel bad seeing you so skinny, and will give you food?"
