"Xiaohe, you're off work? I was talking to my mom and we lost track of time. Are you tired? I'll go cook dinner." Zhao Zhenzhu didn't respond to Liang Xiaohe's words and stood up to walk towards the kitchen.

Having been given a second chance at life, Zhao Zhenzhu didn't want to face Liang Xiaohe, who was so "enthusiastic." She found him too hypocritical, and seeing him for too long would make her feel physically nauseous.

“Sister, you rarely come back to your parents’ home, how can we let you, a guest, cook?” Liang Xiaohe grabbed Zhao Zhenzhu’s arm.

Zhao Zhenzhu smiled.

This is the right way to experience Liang Xiaohe!

It's just cooking a meal, why the need to distinguish between "host" and "guest"? Should Zhao Zhenzhu admire Liang Xiaohe's quick wit or her excellent eloquence?

If it were Zhao Zhenzhu from her previous life, she would have been embarrassed to hear Liang Xiaohe's "host and guest" argument, and would have reflected on herself, realizing that it was wrong of her to bring her two children back to her parents' home to freeload.

Zhao Zhenzhu doesn't care about any of that now.

She didn't say that this house didn't belong to Liang Xiaohe.

However, before Liang Xiaohe joined this family, Zhao Zhenzhu had already lived in this family with her parents and younger brother for twenty years.

Just because Liang Xiaohe is here doesn't mean Zhao Zhenzhu is no longer her parents' daughter, right?

Her parents and younger brother welcomed her back to her parents' home with her whole family, hoping they would eat and take as much as possible. Liang Xiaohe herself was just eating and drinking for free, so what right did she have to be sarcastic?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenzhu said in a teasy tone, "Hehehe... It's okay, there are only a few people in our family, it doesn't matter who cooks."

Zhao Zhenzhu deliberately emphasized the word "our family".

Sure enough, Liang Xiaohe's smile froze.

However, Liang Xiaohe is Liang Xiaohe after all.

In less than a second, Liang Xiaohe smiled again and said, "Sister, you really don't need to lift a finger. All the production teams have been busy with the autumn harvest lately. You must be exhausted, right? Unlike me, I just stand behind the counter at the supply and marketing cooperative every day and I'm not tired at all."

Zhao Zhenzhu almost lost her smile.

Compared to her previous life, Liang Xiaohe's skill in being a hermaphrodite has improved considerably. Of course, this may also be related to Zhao Zhenzhu's counterattack.

In the past, Zhao Zhenzhu would almost burst into tears if Liang Xiaohe said a few words to her; she would never talk back.

Just as Zhao Zhenzhu was about to retort, Wu Meiyun spoke up: "Zhenzhu, don't argue with Xiaohe. It's rare for you to come back to your parents' home. With your sister-in-law here, you don't need to do any housework. Why don't you talk to me instead? Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight since the autumn harvest."

Zhao Zhenzhu has indeed lost weight.

Ding Ermei was very stingy; even during the busy farming season, she wouldn't go to town to buy a couple of pounds of meat to nourish everyone. The men, on the other hand, had eggs to eat from time to time, but Zhao Zhenzhu didn't. After one autumn harvest, Zhao Zhenzhu lost about ten pounds.

Wu Meiyun had done farm work when she was young and knew how tiring the autumn harvest was.

During the autumn harvest, the feeling of bending over and cutting rice in the paddy field all day is something only those who have experienced it know.

Wu Meiyun was in poor health. She collapsed after working only half a day and spent more than ten days in the hospital before recovering.

Zhao Qingshan was good at dealing with people. He not only brought two bottles of wine to the brigade leader's and the party secretary's homes, but also promised that as long as Wu Meiyun didn't have to work, they would pay a sum of money to the brigade every year and would not participate in the brigade's grain distribution and profit sharing at the end of the year.

The brigade leader and the village secretary realized that Wu Meiyun was indeed not cut out for work, and fearing that they would be held responsible if she died in the fields, they had no choice but to agree.

Wu Meiyun was finally able to escape from the heavy labor.

"Mom, I'd better go help Xiaohe! She has to go to work this afternoon and she's tired," Zhao Zhenzhu said hurriedly, afraid that Liang Xiaohe would hold a grudge against Wu Meiyun.

Zhao Zhenzhu wasn't afraid of going up against Liang Xiaohe, since she would just pack up and leave after a while.

Even if Liang Xiaohe hated Zhao Zhenzhu, she could only stare helplessly.

Wu Meiyun is different.

Zhao Zhenzhu was afraid that Liang Xiaohe would embarrass Wu Meiyun behind Zhao Tianyu's back.

“Didn’t you hear Xiaohe say that she’s not tired at all working at the counter? Xiaohe herself told you to rest, why do you insist on competing with her for work?” Wu Meiyun grabbed Zhao Zhenzhu’s arm and wouldn’t let go.

Wu Meiyun caught the hint of smugness in Liang Xiaohe's tone.

Wu Meiyun was furious.

Liang Xiaohe got her job because Zhao Qingshan used his connections to get her a permanent position.

Liang Xiaohe also knew that Zhao Zhenzhu lost her job because of Zhao Tianyu.

Wu Meiyun didn't need Liang Xiaohe to feel guilty along with Zhao Tianyu, but she also shouldn't deliberately show off her work in front of Zhao Zhenzhu. Wasn't that just rubbing salt in Zhenzhu's wounds?

"Alright then! I'll have to trouble you, Xiao He." Seeing that Wu Meiyun's expression was not good, Zhao Zhenzhu quickly did as she was told.

Wu Meiyun is in poor health and cannot get angry. Getting angry easily causes her to feel chest tightness and difficulty breathing.

After saying just a few words, Wu Meiyun was already a little out of breath.

Compared to my mother's health, arguing with my sister-in-law is completely unimportant.

Unfortunately, Liang Xiaohe had no intention of letting things rest.

“Sister, even if you don’t come over, we still need to cook. You don’t eat much per meal anyway, so I’ll just add a few more handfuls of rice when I cook. Oh, Mom, could you give me some money later? There’s not much rice left in the rice bin. I’ll go to the grain station on my way home from get off work this afternoon to buy the remaining grain rations for this month,” Liang Xiaohe said with a smile.

Zhao Zhenzhu was speechless.

Is Liang Xiaohe determined to make her cry?

The fact that they were running low on food and needed to buy some was a subtle way of telling Zhao Zhenzhu not to shamelessly stay at her parents' house for too long.

If Zhao Zhenzhu hadn't had memories of her past life, she would have been ashamed and immediately left with the children.

Now!

Zhao Zhenzhu didn't care.

No matter how much she and her children ate at her parents' home, it was all earned by their own parents and younger brother, not by Liang Xiaohe.

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