Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Zhou Yunmei really couldn’t bear to watch the couple and rolled her eyes, muttering, "If you really cared about her, would you be holding that much money and still let her suffer every day?"

Luo Zhiming, seeing Zhou Yunmei speaking out and mentioning these unpleasant things, was somewhat displeased, "Mom, what’s done is done. Let’s not talk about it anymore."

"Right, don’t talk about those irrelevant things. Is dinner ready? Let’s eat first," said Luo Dashan, calling everyone to come into the house.

Fang Pingying thought that since it was their first day back and they had sent a telegram in advance, Zhou Yunmei would prepare a lavish dinner.

But to their surprise, when they walked into the kitchen, the table was set with leftovers from lunch, and the main dishes were just a few cold steamed buns.

Seeing this, Luo Dashan felt somewhat embarrassed and reproached Zhou Yunmei in a low voice, "What’s the matter with you? Our son came back today, didn’t I ask you to prepare a good meal? Didn’t I specifically go to the market this morning to buy some meat?"

"What’s so good about it? It’s the New Year, and we have expenses at home. Where would we get the money? We’re saving that meat for making dumplings on New Year’s Eve," retorted Zhou Yunmei. Then, she purposely glanced at Fang Pingying and the others, continuing, "What’s the matter with you? Are you too accustomed to the good life in the provincial city and now look down on the poverty at home?"

"I’ll tell you, your father and I have been living like this for the second half of the year. We’re not starving, but every meal is just like this, leftovers. Not like you in the city with your restaurant and other ventures, eating and drinking the finest every day."

It was clear from the subtext that Zhou Yunmei was talking about Fang Pingying.

Fang Pingying frowned, really irritated at heart. Why couldn’t Zhou Yunmei give them some peace during their rare visits home, as if she only felt happy when causing trouble?