Zhuang Lin's husband's face was dark: "Lucky money has just one meaning. How much do you want? Don't make unreasonable demands!"
"How am I being unreasonable? Look at your family's miserly attitude! I've been here for days, and all I've eaten are leftovers from New Year's Eve, the kid feels sick just eating those! Isn't that too much? When my sister-in-law comes over, you quickly cook some dishes. What's the deal? Is her grandson worth more than your sister? She doesn't eat leftovers, but we have to keep eating them?"
She had already complained countless times, and Zhuang Lin's husband was also very angry: "We've got fish and meat, and dumplings, it's not bad at all! You always talk about my mom. Where does she get money from? The little money she has, you found excuses to cheat out of her for your so-called shop opening, and now the money is gone? We're this grown up and you're still thinking of relying on our parents, how can you even say that with a straight face!"
