The wood on the country stove in the kitchen was burning, with two pots on it, one boiling, the other steaming. Zhou Jiao sat on a small stool, occasionally looking up and sniffing, while her hands kept cleaning the fresh squid.
At this moment, Zhou Jiao thought of several more baskets of seafood waiting outside for her to clean, and she felt like crying. Why did she only think about the bargains at that time?
In the yard, Mr. Zhang and Zhang Meili finished carrying the wine jar and were moving noodles upstairs when they saw Mother Zhang hurrying in. Mr. Zhang, surprised, asked, "What's going on? Why were you gone for so long?"
"Oh my... The daughter-in-law of that family is really chatty and kept holding me back from leaving."
Mother Zhang saw that they were almost done moving, and headed for the kitchen. Seeing Zhou Jiao still working, she promptly pulled her up and told her to go back to take care of the children.
