"Mom, I can go without eating, but your grandson is still little, he can't handle not eating..." Mrs. Lin used her trump card, glancing at Mu Dazhong for help.
Mu Dazhong quickly joined in to plead.
"Mom, you know this woman, Mrs. Lin, she's always been a bit slow, not good with words, but she's got a good heart, she really respects you deep down.
Besides, isn't the child in her belly your eldest grandson? She's just afraid the kid will go hungry."
"Enough, don't use the child as an excuse. Who hasn't been pregnant? I've had seven kids, none of which were as delicate as yours!
If you don't have the life of a lady, don't give me the attitude, or you'll end up like a dead rat."
Old Mrs. Mu wasn't buying any of it. Once she made up her mind, no one could change it or gain the upper hand.
Mrs. Lin and Mu Dazhong suffered a big loss, opened their mouths but ended up saying nothing.
Mrs. Liu finished the porridge belonging to Mrs. Lin, trembling, and finally filled her belly.
