Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 213 Relieve anger
Fu's mother wanted to say, "Why did you have someone buy so much rice and meat again?"

But considering how much her daughter earns, it's only right that she eats more good food.

"Okay, I'll make you some braised pork tonight. By the way, your colleague is really nice; he buys so much stuff for you every few days. You should thank him properly later."

"I know." Anyway, it's all just making friends out of thin air.

After Fu's mother took a liking to the wages and coupons, she handed them all back.

"Take this money and tickets back and keep them safe. I have more on me—"

Fu Mingxue pulled out eight ten-yuan bills. "Mom, take these. Thirty is your salary. Just because you're my mom and Qin Wenhuo's mother-in-law doesn't mean you have to take care of the kids and do housework for free. You need to get paid too."

"The other fifty is for living expenses; our whole family needs to eat well."

Fu's mother was shocked.

She glared at him, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly accept your salary? I'm taking care of these two kids willingly and happily."

She'd never heard of a mother-in-law asking for money to help her daughter take care of her child—what kind of person would she be then?
Seeing that she wouldn't accept it no matter how much she pleaded, Fu Mingxue changed her approach.

"Mom, just take it. Consider it money I'm saving. Didn't you say I always spend money recklessly? Then just take it."

After thinking about it, Fu's mother thought, "It's fine to take it."

So they accepted the money.

"Thirty is fine. You can save the fifty for living expenses yourself. I'm too old to save."

Who needs fifty yuan for living expenses? Are they eating dragon meat or something?

It's simply against the will of heaven.

For their family—they eat very well, twenty is more than enough.

My daughter would buy rice, flour, meat, and vegetables every few days—she would only spend about ten yuan at most, and sometimes she wouldn't even spend it all.

Of course, even with two children, she still cooks delicious food every day.

Seeing this, Fu Mingxue had no choice but to put away the rest of the money.

“Alright, I’ll give you thirty yuan a month from now on. Don’t be stingy with it. After all, your daughter earns a high salary, so we don’t need to be stingy.” Fu’s mother rolled her eyes at her. “We’re stingy? We’re practically eating meat every day—who else eats like this?”

"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to cook."

Go back inside and put the money away safely.

Then I saw that piece of meat—this brat, why did she buy so much meat?

It must weigh about ten pounds, right?
Mrs. Fu regretted not bringing the fifty yuan with her.

At this rate, no amount of money can withstand her spending habits.

I cut half a pound of pork belly to make braised pork for tonight, and the rest I'm going to use to make cured pork.
The families in this residential compound don't live too far apart, especially the neighbors next to each other. The aroma of the braised pork is incredibly strong.

When Hao's mother heard the aroma, her face immediately darkened, and she almost threw down her chopsticks.

"Damn it, they eat meat every day, how come they don't choke to death? I bet this mother and daughter have squandered all of her husband's money."

Upon hearing this, Cui Meihong couldn't help but say, "Comrade Fu is also working; she gets a salary."

I heard it's quite high.

It's all about men.

Upon hearing this, Hao's mother was displeased and slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "bang".

"What, you mean you also earn a salary? Let me tell you, what can you do with that little salary? You're still entirely supported by my son."

What angered her most was that ever since that little brat injured her face last time, this wretched woman actually complained to her son when he came home.

Then, she stopped receiving her son's allowance and the mistress's salary.

No, there are.

Her son left her five dollars.

Ha, what can five yuan do? It's not even enough for her to save for her youngest son back home.

(End of this chapter)