"The woman next door to my grandson-in-law is really out of her mind. Her parents are just a bit strict with her, but they treat her very well. She eats, dresses, and uses the same things as her brother. Guess what?"

"Isn't this a case of favoring sons over daughters? Then she should try even harder to help her family, right?"

"Bullshit! If I hadn't told you, you would never have guessed that just because that guy cooked her a bowl of plain porridge, she devoted herself to him. She gave the bicycle her family gave her to her husband to ride, and walked to work herself. That guy's workplace was even closer to hers."

Her brother felt sorry for her living far away, so he rented her an apartment close to her workplace, and she moved in with her husband's family.

Back in her parents' home, she was never asked to do anything. Even as a grown woman, her mother washed her underwear—I saw it with my own eyes. But after she got married, her mother-in-law made her wash all the clothes for the whole family without any objection. Every day after get off work, she would rush home to cook and do laundry. In less than a few months, she looked several years older than before she got married.

When her mother heard about it, she went to the man's house to demand an explanation. However, before the man's family could even speak, the girl berated them and drove them away.

"Tsk tsk tsk, has she never suffered before?" The old lady, who had lived half her life, couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to do such a thing.

"That's right, that girl also said that she didn't feel loved at home, only her man gave her love." At this point, the old lady shuddered: "Eek~~~ I'm too embarrassed to say it."

"Sigh... Let her enjoy this love all by herself. None of us old-fashioned folks are as virtuous as her."

The group of elderly women were disgusted and quickly stood up, shaking off the goosebumps. "Let's go, let's go, ugh... disgusting..."

Jiao Leier (hands-free): No... keep going... my brain's about to grow...

"What?" Wei Cuilian was incredulous after hearing Jiao Lei's account. "How did Tian Feng's family raise such a daughter? She's already had three or four children, and she's still so devoted to her own family?"

She turned to look at Jiao Yun, who was focused on eating. She was already 13 years old. Was it too late to ask her for advice now?

"Mom, that's not what I wanted to tell you." Jiao Lei noticed his mother staring at his younger sister, seemingly lost in thought, and that smile looked rather eerie. "There's another guy who tricked a wife with just a bowl of plain porridge, and this wife is still devoted to him. She gives away the things her family gave her to her husband right away. When her family comes to support her, she even takes the initiative to curse them back!"

"There are such people? Haven't they had enough plain porridge these days?" Wei Cuilian couldn't believe that someone would run away with another person just because of a bowl of plain porridge. "Could she be a refugee?"

"I don't think so," Jiao Lei said uncertainly. "I heard from that old lady that her family bought her a bicycle, which she then gave to her husband."

"So..." Wei Cuilian thought for a long time but couldn't think of an adjective. After a while, she finally said, "I wish she were my daughter-in-law."

"What did Zhan Chunhua say to you when he called you out today?" Jiao Dajun saw that his wife was thinking about something wonderful and was smiling broadly. He didn't care about other people's affairs; he only cared about when his son would get married.

At this point, Jiao Lei's smile vanished, and he lowered his head, saying in a muffled voice, "She told me not to contact her anymore."

"What?" Wei Cuilian was still daydreaming about having a wife as wonderful as Sister Baizhou when his words brought her back to reality. "Tell Mom again, word for word, what she said to you!"

Jiao Lei had no choice but to repeat Zhan Chunhua's words with a worried expression.

"Doesn't want to be a burden to you? Her family doesn't care about her? She just wants a home of her own?" The more Wei Cuilian listened, the more familiar these words sounded. "That wife who likes to drink plain porridge, does that mean she doesn't feel loved at her parents' home and wants a home of her own?"

"It seems so!" Jiao Lei didn't know why, but the more his mother listened to him, the brighter her smile became.

He didn't understand, but plenty of people in the family did. Wei Cuilian and Jiao Dajun exchanged a glance, as if they had said a thousand words.

The three sisters, Jiao Lei, Jiao Song, and Jiao Yun, also started looking at each other.

Jiao Song asked blankly, "Brother, do you understand?"

Jiao Lei shook his head: "No, brother, what about you?"

The two brothers both turned their gazes toward Jiao Yun.

"I don't understand either." Jiao Yun quickly waved her hand: "If only my eldest sister were here. It seems like Mom and Dad gave all their intelligence to my eldest sister, and we didn't have any left."

"You are you, don't drag me into this," Jiao Song refused to admit. "I'm very smart, okay!"

Ignoring his younger siblings' bickering, Jiao Lei asked directly, "Dad, Mom, does that mean I won't go to see Chunhua anymore?"

"No! You still have to go!" Wei Cuilian knew Jiao Lei was slow-witted, so she didn't beat around the bush with him. "Zhan Chunhua is a good person, you must hold on to her!"

"Yes, we must not let her get away." After hearing so much today, Jiao Dajun also felt that Zhan Chunhua was not as thoughtful as she had seemed before.

“But her family requires her to help her younger brother!” Jiao Song was afraid that his parents had forgotten Zhan Chunhua’s conditions, so he quickly reminded them.

“These days, every family has five or six children. It’s already quite rare for her to only have one younger brother.” Once Wei Cuilian understood this, she felt that Zhan Chunhua was good in every way.

"But her family wants a bride price!" Jiao Yun repeated the Zhan family's demands. She was only 13 years old, and there weren't many opportunities for her family to discuss important matters so openly.

"What family can get a wife without giving a bride price?" As soon as Wei Cuilian saw Jiao Yun, she thought of those two completely different examples and quickly seized the opportunity to warn her: "Let me tell you, Jiao Yun! If you dare to be like those silly girls who don't want a bride price and just settle for a bowl of plain porridge and half a steamed bun, I'll break your legs!"

"Mom, don't worry!" Jiao Yun immediately raised three fingers, her face solemn. "I definitely won't do something so foolish!"

"You better be!" Wei Cuilian glared at her, her tone half warning and half affection.

“The girls that Sister Xu introduced before did come from good families, but they all had at least two or three younger brothers. If your daughter-in-law tries every means to support her family, can you stop her?” Wei Cuilian whispered to Jiao Dajun as they continued to discuss her eldest son’s marriage. She had misunderstood before. Except for orphans, who doesn’t have a family?

"Besides, Zhan Chunhua's family isn't bad off either. Both her parents work, and she has a job herself, even if it's a temporary one. Whether she gets a permanent position or not is just a matter of your word, Lao Jiao!"

“Well, you can make the decision.” Jiao Dajun agreed with Wei Cuilian’s statement, but he never expressed his opinion clearly. He only let her make the decision, but if he disagreed with the decision, then they would naturally have to continue “discussing” it.