Liu Zhaodi looked at the man in front of her with exasperation: "Can't you use your brain? We're so poor we can barely afford to eat. I just asked you to go ask for some leftovers, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Zhao Di, how can I explain it to you?" Song Facai was so angry he didn't know what to say.

"You good-for-nothing!" Liu Zhaodi cursed angrily, seeing that everyone had almost left.

Li Meihua stood at the door talking to someone. She decided to ask for the leftovers; after all, the food was so tough today. She had eaten three large bowls of rice in one go, and hadn't had a full meal in days. She wanted to have another meal that evening. But she didn't want to stay and help with the dishes, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ask for some.

Li Meihua looked at Liu Zhaodi, who was walking over angrily, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who upset you?"

"Plum Blossom! I'd like to ask you for some more leftovers. Could you pack me some more?" Liu Zhaodi said matter-of-factly, as if it were a very simple matter.

Li Meihua glanced at her, not wanting to cause trouble for her daughter on this joyous occasion: "You wait here, I'll go to the kitchen to see what dishes are left. There are quite a few people coming today, and everyone took a lot with them when they left, so there probably won't be much left."

"Then I'll go with you to take a look," Liu Zhaodi said shamelessly.

Li Meihua's expression darkened: "Just wait here. If there are any dishes, I'll bring them over for you."

"What kind of relationship do you think our two families have? I'll just take a look and pack some good dishes for me. Why are you being so distant?" Liu Zhaodi stared intently at the kitchen, determined to bring out plenty of food for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that.

"Come home with me." Song Facai came over and pulled her away. Li Meihua's face fell. Couldn't her own wife tell? They had already taken enough leftovers for a meal; there was no need to go in and get more.

People around me were pointing and whispering, and I felt like my spine was being pierced.

Liu Zhaodi shook off his hand: "You're busy even though you haven't seen it! You're waiting for me at the door, don't come with me."

Seeing that more and more people were looking at her, Li Meihua felt a little embarrassed: "You two just wait here, I'll go see what leftovers are available." After saying that, she hurriedly went into the kitchen.

The large pot that came into view had almost no leftover food, only some meat broth. This was not much different from what she had expected. Looking around, there was only a small bowl of cold dishes left on the stove, and that was only because everyone had eaten the meat dishes.

"What? All the food is gone!" Liu Zhaodi also came to the kitchen, ignoring Song Facai's attempts to stop her.

Song Facai almost got slapped, but fearing a beating, he had no choice but to let go of her hand.

Seeing that she had already looked at it, Li Meihua said, "There are only some cold dishes left. Do you want me to pack some for you?"

"I don't need the cold dishes. Do you have any meat left? I mean, could you give me some of the meat that wasn't cooked?" Liu Zhaodi said matter-of-factly.

Li Meihua slammed the bowl down in her hand: "I'll give you leftovers if you want, but you even want uncooked meat? What do you take my house for?"

"I...aren't our two families on good terms? Your words are too formal." Liu Zhaodi looked around, but finding no meat, she could only helplessly look away.

Li Meihua didn't even want to give the leftover cold dishes: "You can go back now!"