Hearing Old Mrs. Mo's words, Yiyi couldn't help but laugh.
"Grandma, how can you shamelessly take the money sister worked so hard to earn? Didn't you use to call Shanshan a burden? Besides, it seems like the Mo family hasn't even been raising Shanshan. Even if anyone was raising her, it was mother, so what does it have to do with you?"
Hearing her little granddaughter's words, Old Mrs. Mo was infuriated and pointed at Shanshan, shouting, "Isn't our family supporting this burden now? She's eating and using our family's things, so of course her mother, Mo Xiaohong, should hand over the wages to me."
"Grandma, it's my mom who's supporting Shanshan, not you. Besides... most of the food we're eating was grown by her. So even if sister must give money, it should go to my mom, not to you." Yiyi glanced at the dishes on the table and calmly stated the fact.
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Mo instinctively looked at the table and suddenly noticed that most of tonight's vegetables were grown by Ding Yuejun. Even the white-cut chicken made especially for the grandson seemed to be raised by Ding Yuejun.
Seeing this, Old Mrs. Mo couldn't find words to refute and felt rather stifled.
Qian Yafen, who was sitting next to her, quickly smiled and said, "Mom, it's not easy for Xiaohong to be raising a child on her own now, so let her keep the money she earns."
"How can we let her keep it herself, she..."
"Alright, let's just eat."
Mr. Mo gave his wife a glance to stop her from speaking further, "Xiaohong hasn't even started earning money yet, so why talk about this? Eat quickly and rest early, we have to wake up early to work in the fields tomorrow."
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Mo glared at Qian Yafen with hatred, thinking that her younger daughter-in-law was usually so sensible, but she directly contradicted her this time. It was really lacking in perception. She decided to have a talk with her after dinner.
Mo Meina, sitting nearby, rolled her eyes and then looked at Ding Yuejun and asked, "Auntie, has cousin really started working at the food factory? She must earn quite a bit in a month."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yuejun glanced at Mo Meina indifferently, without speaking.
She didn't like this niece at all.
Seeing that Ding Yuejun didn't respond, Mo Meina bit her lip with some dissatisfaction. The aunt used to be quite agreeable, just a word would suffice for anything. But now she's become so unreasonable.
"Meina, don't talk while eating."
Qian Yafen smiled at her daughter, her face full of tenderness.
Seeing this, Mo Meina quickly lowered her head and began eating.
Mo Guoping originally wanted to ask about his eldest niece's job, but since his wife had already said so, he kept quiet and just focused on eating. His wife ran everything at home, and he always listened to her. Since she said to eat properly, he naturally wouldn't say more.
The meal ended with everyone having different thoughts in their minds. After Yiyi and the others returned to their own home, Mo Guowei looked directly at Ding Yuejun and said, "What Mom said tonight makes sense too. Once Xiaohong gets paid, let her hand the money to her grandmother."
"Ha... you're generous."
Ding Yuejun wore a look of mockery, completely ignoring her husband's unilateral decision, "If you want to hand over money, I won't stop you. But how Xiaohong spends her money is her business; I won't make decisions for her, and neither should you fret over it." With that, she looked at Yiyi and Shanshan and said, "Yiyi, Shanshan, let's go rest in our room."
Seeing her mother unhesitatingly rebutting her father, Yiyi felt happy and quickly nodded, saying, "Okay."
Mo Guowei watched as his wife took their daughter and granddaughter away, his face full of dissatisfaction, "Ding Yuejun, what do you want lately? Ignoring me repeatedly, I suppose you no longer want to live together."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yuejun stopped in her tracks, and a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.
For some reason, Mo Guowei suddenly couldn't continue speaking. Looking at his slightly unfamiliar wife, he felt a baseless unease well up in his heart and hurriedly waved them off, saying, "Just go, just go. Seeing you all lately just irritates me."
Ding Yuejun turned back to give Mo Guowei a deep look, scrutinizing him from head to toe, unable to help but shake her head. Why did she agree to marry Mo Guowei back then?
Recalling the events of that year, Ding Yuejun felt a bit dazed.
At that time, she went up the mountain to find some wild persimmons for her foster mother to eat, but after slipping on the mountain, she lost consciousness. In her daze, she felt someone gently carrying her and giving her a simple treatment for the wound on her foot. When she woke up, she saw Mo Guowei standing right in front of her.
So when Mo Guowei sent a matchmaker to her house later, even though she knew he was twice-married and lost his wife, she still married him. But she didn't expect that after marrying into the Mo family, her life would turn out like this.
Speaking of regrets, she regretted it during the early days of marriage, feeling she was a bit rash. But after having her daughter, Yiyi, she never felt regret again as her daughter became her everything.
Shaking her head to dismiss the chaotic thoughts from her mind, Ding Yuejun directly led her daughter and granddaughter into the house.
After Yiyi sat down, she looked at her mother, contemplated for a moment, opened her mouth, and was just about to ask.
Noticing her daughter's expression, Ding Yuejun smiled gently and interrupted her, "Yiyi, you're probably tired today too, so rest early."
Hearing this, Yiyi nodded immediately and said no more.
She could tell that her mother likely knew what she wanted to say. But since she stopped it, she wouldn't say more. After all, this was about a significant life decision, and her mother needed more time. This matter was still not quite ready yet. "Mom, I'll take Shanshan to wash up first."
By the next day, Ding Yuejun got up early to prepare breakfast. However, this time she didn't go to Old Mrs. Mo's main kitchen but made breakfast directly in their small kitchen at home.
"Mom, it smells so good. What are we having for breakfast?"
Seeing her mother busy at the stove, Yiyi's face was full of smiles.
"We're having dumpling soup for breakfast, go sit down, it's almost ready."
Hearing this, Yiyi hurriedly pulled Shanshan to sit down.
But as soon as Yiyi settled down, a voice came from the door, "Yiyi, are you there?"
As soon as the voice fell, a young girl with a lovely appearance walked in.
Seeing the newcomer, Yiyi's pupils involuntarily contracted.
"Yiyi, I knew you'd be here."
Ding Yuejun turned around and saw the visitor too. She furrowed her brows slightly, but finally smiled and said, "Xiang Qiao, what brings you here?"