Liang Xiaohe has been married to Zhao Tianyu for more than three years, and she has always kept her own salary without ever contributing a single penny to household expenses.

Moreover, Zhao Zhenzhu knew that her family was not as poor as Liang Xiaohe had described.

Wu Meiyun didn't work in the production team, so she received no grain rations or ration coupons every year. However, Zhao Qingshan was a capable man with many connections.

Zhao Qingshan could simply ask anyone for a piece of his mind, and his family would never lack food or meat.

"You're asking Xiaoyu for money? Xiaoyu hasn't handed over his salary to the family this month yet!" Wu Meiyun said softly, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

I must find an opportunity to talk to my son about it.

She and Qingshan aren't dead yet! The daughter-in-law has already started to dislike Pearl.

If the two old people pass away, will Pearl still have a family to return to?

"Okay, Mom," Liang Xiaohe replied, but a ferocious glint flashed across her face as she turned around.

Her mother was right; no matter how close a daughter-in-law is, she can't compare to her own daughter.

Those two old bastards are completely biased. They treat their daughter, who married into the countryside, like a treasure, while treating their son and daughter-in-law, Tianyu, who both have stable jobs, like trash.

Before she could say anything to Zhao Zhenzhu, the old woman hurriedly protected her.

However, Zhao Zhenzhu seems different today?

In the past, she only needed to say a few words, and Zhao Zhenzhu would immediately find an excuse to leave with the children.

Today, Zhao Zhenzhu not only sat firmly on the stool, but her smile was also an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

Hmph! Just you wait!

After making up her mind, Liang Xiaohe went to the kitchen with her head held high.