Jing Chu was very sensitive, and she immediately sensed it, throwing her chopsticks down with a snap.
"We're not eating yours, we're eating our own. From now on, we'll cook for ourselves, we don't need you, and don't bother giving us attitude."
Jing Chu's pretty face turned icy, and she stared straight at Sister-in-law Wu, not leaving her any dignity.
Just like today at the wheat field, when the aunts would joke or say things she didn't like, Jing Chu could tolerate it, but she couldn't accept her own family being looked down upon.
Sister-in-law Wu's face turned completely red. She wanted to say something, but after opening and closing her mouth, she ended up saying nothing.
Guodong put down his chopsticks. "Jing Chu, I'll cook tomorrow."
"Yes, we don't need to live under someone's whims."
Zhao Xiaoli put down her chopsticks, "Jing Chu, what's wrong?"
"We're eating our own food, does she think it's a burden to cook for us? Then we'll cook on our own from now on."
