"Just go when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You're so slow. Zhicheng must be so unlucky to marry a lazy person like you."

Li Jing'er had to wipe the sweat off her face while busy preparing the ingredients, and was scolded in her ears. She felt that this kind of life was extremely miserable.

After a long day of work, Li Jing'er's stomach was already growling with hunger, but she found that Lu Zhicheng and Lu's mother had already made a mess on the table.

She was stunned: "Mom, Zhicheng, why didn't you wait for me to eat."

Mother Lu frowned. "You're so slow, who's going to wait for you? And the food you cook is terrible. Why can't you just learn the recipes on your phone? You're a college student, but you don't even know this."

"The old An An's cooking was still delicious, but she was just stupid. She was still showing off in public even though she was pregnant, and she even divorced her husband. As expected, no one wants her now."

What makes Li Jing'er most angry is that others compare her with Pei An'an. She always thinks that she is much smarter than Pei An'an.

So she looked at Lu Zhicheng aggrievedly, but Lu Zhicheng just wiped his mouth and didn't even look at her.

Li Jing'er had no choice but to go back to the kitchen and work for a while before cooking herself a bowl of clear soup noodles. She still followed the recipe, but it still tasted terrible.

Tears fell from her eyes as she watched Lu Zhicheng and Lu's mother sitting on the sofa, watching TV and their mobile phones. She felt extremely aggrieved.

After she finally finished eating and wiped her mouth, Lu Ma said again: "Why are you leaving? The dishes haven't been washed yet."

Li Jing'er looked at Lu Ma for help: "I've been busy all day, Mom, please let me go."

Lu Ma spoke in a vicious tone again: "Every woman has gone through this, why are you the only one who talks so much? If you weren't pregnant, Zhicheng might not have married you."

Lu Zhicheng said to the side: "Jing'er, be good, you know my feelings, but don't women have to do housework? Just bear with it. Mom is old and can't do housework anymore."

Mother Lu snorted coldly: "That's right, don't you know I have arthritis? Do you want me, an old woman, to serve you?"

Li Jing'er was speechless. One of them was sick and the other never did housework. If she didn't do it, the house would stink sooner or later.

So she endured her sleepiness and went to wash the dishes again.

This went on for several days, and Li Jing'er couldn't help it: "Zhicheng, there's no money at home. I really don't know what to eat today."

Lu Zhicheng asked Lu Ma: "Mom, hasn't the pension been paid yet?"

Lu Ma was impatient: "Not yet. Besides, I've already spent all my pension."

Mother Lu looked at Lu Zhicheng and said, "Zhicheng, I'm telling you to find a job, otherwise we won't have any food to eat at home."

Li Jing'er also pestered Lu Zhicheng: "Zhicheng, I haven't bought new clothes for several months. I have never suffered such grievances before I married you."

Lu Zhicheng pulled his hand back irritably: "Got it, I'll send my resume on my phone."

His resume was not bad, and he had worked at Haicheng Group, but for some reason, no one was willing to give him an interview.

Lu Zhicheng vaguely felt something, but he couldn't figure it out.

After finally getting an interview opportunity, Lu Zhicheng went out dressed appropriately and came back with a gloomy face.

Li Jing'er was puzzled: "Zhicheng, what's wrong? Does the company want you?"

Lu Zhicheng turned his head and said, "Tsk, I'm not very satisfied. I'll look for it again."

That company only dared to offer a salary of 3,000 yuan a month, which is even lower than an intern's salary. How could a top student like him, with such talent, dare to do that?!

Although Li Jing'er wanted to ask a few more questions, she went back in shame after seeing Lu Zhicheng's expression.

Lu Zhicheng looked at a few more jobs, but either the salaries were pitifully low or he felt the interviewers were looking at him with scrutinizing eyes, which he couldn't stand.

Later on, Lu Zhicheng became less and less willing to go out, and he would turn a frown whenever he heard the word "work".

Lu Ma didn't dare to vent her anger on her son, so she took it out on Li Jing'er. Li Jing'er was pregnant and always felt uncomfortable. She had nowhere to go and couldn't resist, so she had to endure it silently.

Mother Lu had no choice. Her family was so poor that they could barely make ends meet. These days, she didn't dare go out and chat with her young sisters, for fear that they would see her poor appearance.

She had been very friendly to Li Jing'er these past few days: "Jing'er, you don't have a job now, don't you? You see, there's no money at home, and you're pregnant. Why don't you find a job?"

Li Jing'er looked at Lu Zhicheng and said hesitantly: "But Zhicheng hasn't found a job yet."

Lu Zhicheng frowned and said, "It would only take me a few minutes to find a job. It's just that those companies are too low-quality, so I look down on them."

Li Jing'er and Lu's mother also believed it. After all, Lu Zhicheng was born in the Haicheng Group and was just in a bad state now.

Lu Ma also advised her son: "Hurry up and talk to Jing'er, she listens to you the most."

Then he said to Li Jing'er, "Jing'er, when Zhicheng finds a job, you can still buy whatever you want as before. Now you just need to think about your family and your children."

Lu Zhicheng also knew that if he didn't persuade Li Jing'er, he would have to continue looking for a job, so he hugged Li Jing'er and comforted her softly: "Jing'er, just help the family. I will also try my best to find a job in the next few days, don't worry."