Chapter 333 Picky
Zhao Family
Zhao Xu glanced at a plate of stewed cabbage and vermicelli on the dining table, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
He asked in a deep voice, "Are there any other dishes?"
Zhang Mei came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of rice and, upon hearing his words, replied, "No."
Motivated by the money, she focused intently on drawing after returning home, only realizing how late it was when Zhao Hu came home from school.
They hurriedly stewed the cabbage and glass noodles and then came back; there was no time to cook any other dishes.
Zhao Xu suppressed his dissatisfaction and said in a calm voice, "Cook more dishes next time."
Zhang Mei didn't think much of it and happily replied, "Okay."
"Pah, why is this dish so salty?"
Zhao Xu frowned as he drank water and asked Zhang Mei beside him, "How much salt did you put in?"
"Not much salt was added."
Zhang Mei looked at him suspiciously, then picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and tasted it: "It's not salty! Is it because your mouth is salty?"
“Dad, I don’t find it salty at all,” Zhao Junjie nodded in agreement.
Luo Bi glanced at Zhao Junjie, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, and then gritted her teeth and swallowed the cloyingly sweet cabbage.
I suspect my mother-in-law added salt twice, and once she didn't stir it properly.
Thinking of this, she said without changing her expression, "Dad, the saltiness is just right for me."
Zhao Hu smacked his lips as he ate the steamed egg custard. It wasn't salty at all, and it smelled quite good.
She looked up at Zhao Xu and said, "Grandpa, are you craving pig's head meat? Are you just being picky?"
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and eat your steamed egg custard."
Luo Bi gently patted Zhao Hu on the back to stop him from talking nonsense.
When Zhao Xu heard Luo Bi say that the saltiness was just right, he turned his gaze to Zhao Junjie, who was enjoying his meal.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Could it really be that there was something wrong with his mouth?
I picked up another piece of vermicelli and savored it carefully.
The rice noodles seemed to be coated with a layer of undissolved salt, which intensely stimulated the tongue. In the next instant, a sharp salty taste filled the entire mouth.
"vomit,"
Zhao Xu quickly stood up, ran to the kitchen sink, and frantically rinsed his mouth.
This infuriated Zhang Mei, who felt that Zhao Xu was making trouble for no reason.
With a "smack," he slammed the chopsticks down on the table, stood up, and walked into the kitchen.
I watched him rinsing his mouth with a cold eye.
When Zhao Xu saw Zhang Mei coming over, he was furious and scolded her, "You do nothing all day at home, you can't even cook a proper dish."
"A family of five, and you only stir-fried cabbage and glass noodles, but you added so much salt!"
"Who are you trying to kill with your savory food?!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Mei's anger surged, and she angrily said, "Don't go looking for trouble when you're bored."
"When the family eats together, why don't other people think it's too salty?"
Zhao Xu had been holding in his anger for months because Zhang Mei wouldn't wash his clothes, and now he wasn't even cooking properly.
Unable to contain his anger, he growled in a low voice, "You eat my food, drink my water, so what's wrong with me cooking a few more dishes for you?"
"It's not like we can't afford to eat at home! How much money can it cost to cook a few more dishes!"
Zhang Mei was both annoyed and amused, realizing that she hadn't quite won Zhao Xu's heart in just one day.
That's why he gets so angry.
I never wondered why she only cooked one dish today. Was she not feeling well or was something at home that delayed her?
They only know how to blame themselves.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mei said coldly, "What pigs eat depends on the person feeding them. When have pigs ever been able to order their own food?"
When Zhao Xu saw that Zhang Mei had done something wrong and was not repentant, she even made sarcastic remarks, calling him a pig.
His face suddenly turned cold: "What do you mean?"
What do you mean by that?
"It's not that you're too busy or bored. If you don't cook, where do you get the nerve to be picky?"
Zhang Mei glanced coldly at Zhao Xu and retorted.
Now that I can earn money myself, I can stand tall and have my head held high. I no longer have to put up with his jerk-like behavior.
Neither of them would give in, and they glared at each other with tense expressions.
"Cough...cough cough."
When Zhao Junjie heard Zhang Mei compare them all to pigs, he couldn't help but cough.
He turned to her and shouted, "Mom, you ate this pig feed too!"
Luo Bi was speechless and slapped him on the head: "If you don't talk, you'll suffocate!"
"Why did you hit me again? What if you make me stupid?" Zhao Junjie said, covering his head.
Luo Bi rolled her eyes at Zhao Junjie, not wanting to say anything.
When Zhao Hu saw that Zhao Junjie had been beaten by Luo Bi, he covered his mouth and chuckled. Serves him right, he always beats him up.
Luo Bi wolfed down her rice and millet, stood up, and said to Zhao Hu, who had already finished his steamed egg custard, "Let's go upstairs and listen to the loudspeaker."
She doesn't interfere in her father-in-law and mother-in-law's affairs; as the saying goes, "quarrels at the head of the bed are reconciled at the foot of the bed."
No matter how loud the argument gets, a good night's sleep will make things better tomorrow.
Zhao Hu stood up, made a face at Zhao Junjie, and had a smug smile on his face.
He ran upstairs.
Zhao Junjie felt his hands were itching and needed Zhao Hu's buttocks to relieve the itch.
Lu Family Kitchen
Lu Huailin reached out and hugged his wife's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said weakly, "Wife, I'm so tired."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan paused in stirring the pork rib soup and whispered, "Is work not going well?"
Lu Huailin shook his head, sighed, and took the initiative to talk about his mother.
"Mom rents a place for 120 yuan a year, which I pay."
Gu Yihan said calmly, "Of course. Your monthly salary is 260, which is more than enough to cover Mom's rent."
She wouldn't argue with Lu Huailin over this; the money was all spent on legitimate things, not given to other strange women.
"She wanted me to give her 100 yuan a month for living expenses after I received my salary."
"Bang!" Gu Yihan slammed the pot lid down, casually asking, "You agree?"
Lu Huailin said, "No, I refused."
“Mom receives a monthly pension of 42 yuan, so she doesn’t lack living expenses.”
"She just wants to get money from us to subsidize her older brother."
After saying that, he lowered his eyes, trying to ignore the hint of jealousy that welled up in his heart.
Gu Yihan noticed Lu Huailin's emotional state, turned off the stove, turned around and buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She said softly, "You don't need to envy how good Mom is to your older brother. In the mother-son relationship, Mom favors your older brother, and he is the one who benefits. It's normal for you to be jealous."
“But in the father-son relationship, if Dad favors you, you are the one who benefits, and your older brother will also be jealous of you.”
“In this way, it’s fair that Dad and Mom each favor one of them. Considering your brother’s current situation, you’re still the one who benefits.”
Gu Yihan recently discovered that Lu Huailin harbors resentment towards his mother and is constantly trying to gain her approval.
After her divorce, she did everything herself and constantly tried to make her presence felt.
It was all so that she could have a place in Lu's mother's heart.
Little did he know that his mother's favoritism was ingrained in her bones and would never change.
Even if Brother Lu farted, she would smell it as sweet.
She doesn't like Lu Huailin, and no matter how good he is to her, she won't take it to heart.
Lu Huailin felt a warmth in his heart as he listened to his wife's roundabout persuasion, realizing that someone still cared about him.
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.
He whispered, "Dad told me to tell the guards at the gate not to let Lu's mother through in the future."
"Dad asked you to do this for your own good."
Lu Huailin gave a soft "hmm" and hugged his wife tightly: "Wife, thank you."
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