"Have you paid off your debts? You still want popsicles? If you keep eating like this, you'll eat Xu Dajun out of house and home and that's why he was kicked out."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed with anger. She finished her meal in a huff but still took off her clothes and gave them to him.

The moment Wen Zhaoye received the clothes, he was immediately struck by their sweet, clean scent.

His ears turned bright red, and he awkwardly stuffed the bag into his motorcycle.

This little wild boar has developed a pleasant body odor after being away for two years.

After Wen Zhaoye and Zhang Xiaofang had walked away, Xu Cuifen pulled Wen Jiaojiao towards the kitchen.

Hooks hung from the middle of the kitchen beams, from which hung greasy, blackened bamboo baskets.

She tiptoed, carefully retrieved it like a precious treasure, pulled out a full bowl of cooked salted fish, salted pork, cured pork ribs, and sausages, and handed it to her, urging her:

"Jiaojiao, eat quickly while that brat isn't home. Mom specially saved this for you."

Xu Cuifen specifically chose fatty meat, and even the fish meat was from the fatty part of the belly.

A glance revealed a sea of ​​white, and Wen Jiaojiao felt a surge of disgust. She raised her hand and pushed it away, saying:

"I don't like this kind of food, you can eat it yourself."

Xu Cuifen's heart softened like spring water, her eyes welled with tears, and she sniffled, saying:

“Daughter, Mom knows you care about me, but you can’t just eat vegetables for lunch. You need to eat some meat to nourish yourself.”

Wen Jiaojiao thought she was overthinking things; all she really did was dislike pickled foods.

She sighed, thinking of an awkward excuse to refuse:

"Mom, what I really want to eat is braised pork hock and braised trotters, the kind that's cooked until it's a bright red color. I really don't have much of an appetite for other meats, so please don't make me any other meats."

Xu Cuifen put the items into the basket, her weathered face showing no sign of heartache, and said:

"Okay, Mom will take you to a state-run restaurant for a good meal tomorrow. After you finish eating, Mom will take you home. There are also popsicles. That brat won't buy you any, but Mom will buy you as many as she can tomorrow."

Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. Seriously, Wen Jiaojiao, are you stupid? With a mother like that, what kind of man do you need?