“I really think it’s better for us to live at home. After all, Mom will help you take care of the kids, and someone will cook for us. Most importantly, you won’t have to work so hard.”
Even now, Jiang Zhu doesn't think she was wrong.
"hehe."
Gao Hongli only gave him two words: "Hehe!"
"Hey, can we talk things out instead of this cold laugh? It makes me feel like I've done something heinous, but you never tell me anything and just make me guess. I'm not a mind reader, how am I supposed to know?"
Jiang Zhu disliked this the most; he wasn't a mind reader.
"That's just your opinion, you think that's good, I don't think so at all."
Even if you live with your parents, they only take care of the children, not me. They all think that the children are the real family members. It's not like you have to behave exceptionally well just because you're home, cooking, doing laundry, etc., but when you're not home, you can just eat whatever you want.
Of course, putting all that aside, there are other problems. They always find fault with me, complaining that I'm not good enough, finding fault with what I did wrong. Have you seen all that? You're a family, so of course you feel good about it, but I'm not. I'm just an outsider who has barged into your home. They will never treat me as family, do you understand?
In this family, whenever I argue with you, it's always my fault. When you go out against others, I feel like I'm the only one who has let your whole family down.
Of course you feel good about being with your parents. When you go home, you don't have to do anything, there's food to eat, and someone to do the housework.
You can eat and leave, but can I?
“Sometimes I want to go out to eat, but I can’t. They’ll say we’re wasting food and that we should just eat at home. But do they even have any of my favorite dishes at home? All the food at home is what I like, and none of it is what I like.”
"Oh dear, I'm having a conflict with your mom, and you always think it's my fault, always using that as your basis. My mom is an elder, can you give in to her a little? My mom has helped us so much, can you give in to her?"
To this, I really want to ask, what did your mother do for me?
Jiang Zhu stared wide-eyed at Gao Hongli as she kept talking. He really hadn't expected Hongli to have so many grievances.
"I've been invited to your house for so long. I went from someone who knew nothing to someone who could cook a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. You said that your parents said they didn't need my help, but actually they wanted me to come. After I went, they made me do everything, while you just watched TV outside."
Whenever I ask for your help, they say you're too tired. I don't even know what you're tired of. You don't have a job. It's like when you do have a job, you just collapse on the sofa when you get home. It's like only you're tired and I can't be. I think it would be better if it were just the two of us. At least then you'd do what I ask.
"With your parents here, I can never relax, I can never be carefree, but you don't know, you think it's all as it should be, your parents have helped us a lot here."
When we argue, I can clearly feel that they don't treat me like their daughter at all. If I say anything negative about you, they always have a hundred things to say in response. They think you're too tired, that you have it tough.
It turns out she still remembers all those grievances.
“I will always remember that time when I went to the hospital because I was not feeling well. Your mother and the others would only blame me for eating too much chili, thinking that it would cause the child to develop bumps in the future. They thought that I should give up everything for the child.”
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