Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Fang Pingying glanced indifferently at Luo Cuilan upon hearing her words and remained silent.

Luo Zhiyong merely frowned and glanced at Luo Cuilan.

However, Luo Honglan immediately became anxious upon hearing this and pulled on Luo Dashan, asking, "What’s going on, Dad? Why do you keep eating sweet potatoes at home, it’s not like there’s nothing else to eat."

Luo Dashan smiled and patted Luo Honglan’s hand, "Don’t listen to your sister’s nonsense. It’s just one meal a day, having it for breakfast, what’s wrong with that?"

"What, I heard from Mom that this year they had a hard time because they were paying off debts for my second brother. They almost had no money left for food," Luo Cuilan added, and she specifically glanced at Fang Pingying before adding, "It’s thanks to you folks living comfortably in the city, leaving your parents behind without care, how could you bear it."

Then, she looked at Luo Zhiyong and said, "Especially you, big brother. Doesn’t your wife own a shop in the provincial city and earn quite a bit of money? How could you be so heartless, practically wishing your parents would starve."

"Luo Cuilan, shut your mouth." Luo Zhiyong wasn’t a fool, he knew perfectly well that the words Luo Cuilan said upon entering were purposeful, and now seeing her gradually steering the conversation in this direction, he looked at her with extreme displeasure and scolded her, "Are you trying to disgrace our family, or are you just looking for a fight? Don’t you have anything else to do?"

"Yes, big sister, stop talking nonsense. The sister-in-law sends money home every month, and these past two months I was the one who helped send it," Luo Honglan couldn’t help but speak out in defense.

"Eight yuan a month?" Luo Cuilan scoffed with disdain, "That’s probably not even enough to buy you a piece of clothing."

Until Luo Cuilan directly called her out, Fang Pingying had not planned to respond, but now that she had, Fang Pingying couldn’t keep calm and remain silent.

She looked at Luo Cuilan with a mocking smile, "Cuilan, do you think I’m easy to bully? I send back eight yuan a month, is that not enough for our parents to eat and drink at home? How much do you use a month for food expenses at the Zhang family?"

"At least ten to twenty yuan," Luo Cuilan exaggerated heavily. In fact, the living conditions at the Zhang family were far worse than at the Luo family.