When Lin Ran heard her parents mention Qin Jianye, she realized that she had not seen Qin Jianye for a long time.

It seemed that the last time she saw Qin Jianye was not long after she started dating Shi Yangang.

Thinking of this, Lin Ran probably had guessed why Qin Jianye hadn't come back during this period.

She sighed helplessly, but still gave some advice.

"Mom and Dad, my eldest and second brothers are no longer children. You don't have to worry too much about them. It's a good opportunity for them to exercise on their own. People always have to learn to grow on their own.

There's no need to bother Brother Qin, he just changed his job not long ago and he might not have adapted yet."

Lin Ran felt a little guilty towards Qin Jianye, so she didn't want to owe him anything anymore.

Lin Weiguo thought about it and realized that this was true.

"We haven't even gotten over it yet. Fine, let the eldest and second oldest ones try their luck out there, even if they experience some setbacks."

As the Lin family was talking, they suddenly heard a fierce quarrel next door.

Shen Wenfang couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw this.

"It's only been quiet for a few days, but now they're arguing again. I don't know what it's about this time."

As he said this, he held his bowl and stood with Wang Zhaodi in the corner closest to the wall, one in front and one behind, listening while eating.

Lin Ran pinched her handkerchief and followed.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she just wanted to see if Jia Baoqin knew about Jia Yongchang's hidden treasure.

At the same time, the Zheng family.

Zheng Daya looked at the black soup in the bowl and couldn't eat it at all. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and exploded.

"Zheng Baoqin, do you still think you are the daughter of the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee?

It’s bad enough that you refuse to work, but you can’t even cook or wash clothes properly. What else can you do?

Is this food for humans?

How on earth did you cook this black mess?"

Yes, Jia Baoqin’s household registration has been moved to the Zheng family, so she naturally changed her surname to Zheng.

Now she is no longer called Jia Baoqin, but Zheng Baoqin.

Before, when Zheng Daya was attacking Zheng Baoqin, Aunt Zheng might have helped to smooth things over.

But Aunt Zheng herself is not a good-tempered person. She helped Zheng Baoqin at the beginning because she did not grow up with her, so she wanted to make up for it.

But no matter how much compensation was given, it was finally exhausted due to Zheng Baoqin's repeated ignorance.

In her opinion, not letting Zheng Baoqin go to work and earn work points was already the most she could do.

But Zheng Baoqin couldn't even do these little things at home.

Take cooking for example, isn’t it just cooking some wild vegetable porridge?

How did it turn into a pot of black goo?

It tastes astringent and bitter when eaten, and even has some unwashed mud and sand in it.

I've been teaching her for a month or so. Can't she even wash vegetables?

So this time she didn't say anything, thinking that it would be a good opportunity to let Daya teach Baoqin a lesson so that she wouldn't be unable to recognize the reality.

Zheng Baoqin was immediately furious when she saw that Aunt Zheng actually let Zheng Daya point at her nose and scold her without saying anything to stop her.

But she was not someone who was easy to bully, so she immediately knocked over Zheng Daya's bowl, and as luck would have it, the soup spilled onto Zheng Daya who was standing beside her.

"Since this meal is not for human consumption, then don't eat it.

This is how I cook it. If you don’t like it, you can cook it yourself.

If you don’t want to cook, don’t talk about it!

It’s not like I haven’t worked, it’s just that my level is just this. What do you want me to do?

If you don't like it, just do it yourself. I'm already tired!"

Zheng Daya looked at her body covered with black and sticky porridge, and her blood boiled and she became furious.

"Ah...Zheng Baoqin, what are you crazy about? I want to beat you to death!"

As he said that, he grabbed Zheng Baoqin's hair.