Chapter 295 - 289: A Misunderstanding_1
In the afternoon, Zhao Yunxiang hurried over, along with the Zhao Family’s distant and close relatives. Everything had just begun, nothing was prepared, and the scene was chaotic. Eating dinner was hardly an easy feat, and after finally having dinner, they returned. However, some relatives lived nearby, and since the old Zhao Family house couldn’t accommodate everyone, they reluctantly stayed at Lin Yue’s place. Erhu arranged for them to stay in the long-term workers’ quarters.
Seeing the living conditions of the long-term workers at Erhu’s house, the relatives exclaimed that Erhu had really made it big. All the while, Yunxiang listened and watched, feeling quite uncomfortable. She had originally wanted to come help at her younger brother’s house with Genfa, but who knew that she would be barred by that vixen from the Lin Family. Now, despite the circumstances, they had moved in, and the thought of it just added to her resentment.
He was her own brother, who used to be so close to her; how could things have gotten to this point? It was all Lin Family’s fault. Could this have happened without her? She had also heard from the Chen Family that Lin Yue wanted to bring Zhao Cheng and his wife into the house for work.
Who was Zhao Cheng? A son of the Wei Family. What a scandal this woman was creating! Ignoring her husband’s own sister and bringing in the son and daughter-in-law of that harridan from the Wei Family instead. Was she tired of living a peaceful life, seeking trouble on purpose? And Li Xiaomei, she knew very little about her. With her sharp-tongued and sour nature, she criticized everyone she saw. Not to mention her work - famously lazy, what good could she do? She was just taking money for nothing.
Yunxiang had thought about how to reconcile with her brother, wondering if she should humble herself and apologize first. Otherwise, Lin Family would surely cling to past grievances. But after encountering this situation, she felt it was all Lin Family’s fault and hence had no more concerns. She would talk to her brother when he arrived. Spoiling his wife to such an extent was not acceptable, and he was on a fast track to ruin. She also intended to look into how well the long-term workers in her brother’s household were treated. Their pay and living conditions were too generous for long-term workers—surely another idea from Lin Family, wasteful indeed.
As for the meals at the old Zhao house, there was no need to mention the quality—it surely wasn’t good. Everyone was hardly full, and considering that her family had always enjoyed good food, she and her children had barely touched their chopsticks. Firstly, the others were quicker, and secondly, the taste of the dishes was really not good—probably skimping on oil and boiling everything in water. The porridge they cooked had more vegetable leaves than rice, unpleasant to eat and hardly filling at all.
When Lin Yue returned home, she lit the stove and made some more food, even frying up a lot of scallion pancakes. She and the children then sat down for a proper meal, making up for what they had missed at noon and in the evening, and finally felt refreshed and much more spirited.
Erhu was still busy at the old Zhao house and had no time to come back. Lin Yue had Dalang and Erhu’s son take the freshly made pancakes over to Erhu, and also sent portions to Dahu and Zhao Cheng’s households—secretly, of course. They needed to eat in secret, lest they be seen. It wouldn’t look good, giving the impression that the masters kept the good food to themselves while serving their guests thin porridge and bland, greasy-less vegetables.