"That’s true," Wang Shuyun chuckled, "Look at my memory, I forgot that when my sister-in-law first came to our house, she was just like this—persistently trying to get into the kitchen."
The family housekeeper had already nearly finished cooking, yet she insisted on going in.
You want to cook?
That’s fine too.
But the key is she doesn’t really know how to cook, and she just pretended to show off in the kitchen, making it a mess, almost setting it on fire.
Zhou Mei naturally recalled that incident and her expression immediately darkened.
"If you want to eat something the daughter-in-law made, let your Shen Lingyu do it," Wang Shuyun said coldly, unafraid, "As for our Lingling, the kitchen’s too smoky for her."
Of course, if she gets a sudden urge to cook for them, she can do that when she’s back at her own home later.
"My sister-in-law is really protective," Zhou Mei said with a smile, "I just wanted to give the new wife a chance, after all, it was because she cooked for Aunt from the Wang Family that she caught their eye."
"Why is it when it comes to the old man here, the kitchen’s too smoky for her to enter?"
Gu Lingling held her forehead, "..."
She’s clearly standing at the door for the first time, how did these two start arguing already?
Although Zhou Mei’s attempt to stir things up is quite clever.
Look, the old man who’s been sitting there hasn’t even spoken yet.
"Ha ha, we really should thank you for your good intentions, Aunt," Wang Shuyun said angrily, "But next time, sister-in-law, remember to get it straight; my parents like Lingling for who she is, that’s all."
"Our family isn’t like yours, where picking a daughter-in-law requires so many conditions."
"Alright, everyone say a little less," Mr. Yang said angrily, "What’s all this about cooking or not? Does our family lack something for you to eat?"
He was talking to Zhou Mei.
"Dad," Zhou Mei called out grievances.
"Aren’t you ashamed in front of the younger generation?" The old man stood up angrily, and said to Yang Yunhai and Gu Lingling, "You two, come to my study."
"Dad is so biased," Zhou Mei muttered softly, looking at the old man’s back.
"Alright, enough," Ma Zhenxian stood up and went into her room.
"I thought you knew this eight-hundred-ten years ago," Wang Shuyun sat on the sofa, took a bite of an apple, and said to the disgruntled Zhou Mei, "How come you still haven’t learned your lesson, wasting so many years of food."
"Sister-in-law, don’t go too far," Zhou Mei said angrily.
"Tsk tsk..." Wang Shuyun shook her head while eating.
She’s been bullied for so many years, how does she still not realize it?
Zhou Mei was fuming.
Wang Shuyun had become more and more unrestrained over the years.
In the past, she could be driven to jump with anger, but in just these two years, it was as if she had become a different person.
Her fighting ability kept escalating.
Zhou Mei turned her face and smiled at Wang Shuyun, "After all, today is Yunhai’s fiancée’s first visit, yet the eldest brother is nowhere to be seen."
The expression was a blatant mockery.
So what if Wang Shuyun is formidable? A daughter without a husband’s love is like a flower lacking water.
"Who says he’s not coming? Wait and see, he’ll be back soon," Wang Shuyun said angrily.
That Yang Aiguo, always dropping the ball at crucial times, didn’t he say he’d come back early?
"Are you sure, Sister-in-law?" Zhou Mei’s smile was gentle, "Perhaps the eldest brother really is busy."
Just as she finished speaking, Yang Aiguo and Yang Aihua’s voices could be heard at the door.
The irony couldn’t be more direct.