The all-round housekeeper is a stick

"She didn't mean that. Your mother's pregnancy was tough, and the child's influence has made her impatient and quick-witted. You misunderstood." Hearing the neighbors' mockery, Lin Jianhua wished he could find a grave to bury himself in. He should have known better than to take Lin Mumu home.

It was better to have no food at home and poor hygiene than to be embarrassed like this. But thinking of the piles of dirty clothes that had piled up in the house the day he first came back, Lin Jianhua felt that it was right to take his hardworking daughter back home.

After all, I have to take my daughter back one day. At the latest, I have to take her back when she is twelve or thirteen years old. I can't raise her for nothing.

Lin Jianhua couldn't help but blame his wife in his heart, blaming her for taking it for granted that she would let Lin Mumu take care of her after giving birth.

"Then can I go to school? I can still do laundry, cook, and clean..."

Before Lin Mumu could finish her words, she was interrupted by Lin Huaiyu who came out holding her belly.

"That's what you should do. What girl doesn't do housework at home? You're so precious, we brought you to the city to enjoy a good life, and then we ask you to do some housework and charge us money..."

Lin Huaiyu felt that if she told Zhang Guilan about Lin Mumu getting paid for doing housework, it would arouse the disgust of gossips like her and spread the news.

Who would have thought that these words would be like stepping on Lin Mumu's tail?

"Enjoy happiness? Enjoy what kind of happiness?" Lin Mumu asked screaming.

"On the way back, my dad bought food for me on the train and stuffed some stale bread into my mouth, telling me not to waste food. Was that a blessing?"

"After arriving home, you didn't even bother asking about my well-being, didn't prepare anything for me, didn't even tidy up my room, and just let me enjoy cooking for you?"

"You're telling me to do all sorts of chores, and you're also planning to not give me any food, leaving me to live like I do in the countryside, working for food and working for food?"

"Why would I ask you for money? If you could prepare some daily necessities for me and let me eat with you, why would I ask you for money?"

"Washing a piece of clothing costs 1 cent, cooking a meal, washing dishes, and cleaning the kitchen costs cents. And then there's the cleaning. Add it all up, and that's how much does it cost per month."

"I cried and made a fuss, but you only gave me 3 yuan to buy daily necessities like a toothbrush and a cup. I had to spend the 10 yuan you gave me as this month's salary to buy all those things for washing my face and brushing my teeth."

Lin Mumu didn't explain that the 10 yuan was the remaining 20 days' wages, and that any excess would be refunded or any shortfall would be supplemented. This statement, in the ears of many people, implied that Lin Mumu had to do so much work to earn 10 yuan.

"You can give my two brothers three or five yuan to buy snacks at the food stall, but you are unwilling to give me a few more yuan to buy the necessities of life. Then I have to make plans for myself. I have nothing. I just want a winter coat so that I won't be cold anymore."

"I don't want to wait until the weather gets cold and then have to go back to the countryside, without any winter clothes and working wrapped in a thin quilt. If I accidentally get wet, I'll have to freeze in bed at night..."

Lin Mumu cried as she spoke, trying to enunciate her words clearly so that every neighbor watching the fun could hear her and have the first taste of the fresh melon.

Although some aunties think that it is wrong for Lin Mumu to charge her parents for doing housework, they feel sympathy for her when they hear about her pitiful situation. They think that Lin Huaiyu and Lin Jianhua are not worthy of being parents. After all, they are the ones who gave birth to their child after ten months of pregnancy. How could they do this?

Zhang Guilan, in particular, sympathized with Lin Mumu and despised Lin Huaiyu. Her daughter-in-law was also pregnant, and she often compared herself to Lin Huaiyu, implicitly saying that Lin Huaiyu was enjoying her pregnancy while she was suffering.

Is doing housework suffering? Is taking care of a child suffering? Is washing underwear suffering? It's good enough for her, as a mother-in-law, to do the laundry for her pregnant daughter-in-law, but what's wrong with washing her own underwear?

Zhang Guilan, who was impatient to listen to her daughter-in-law talking about these things, finished her dinner early yesterday. Wanting to see if there was any gossip to read, she took a small stool and squatted by the wall of the Lin family's courtyard to gossip.

Bagua didn't squat down, but saw clothes all over the yard. In the kitchen, only Lin Mumu was busy working.

Lin Huaiyu asked her husband to bring her daughter from the countryside, and she really lived the life of a capitalist lady.

Zhang Guilan, who felt that Lin Huaiyu was setting a bad example for her daughter-in-law, led everyone to criticize Lin Huaiyu's behavior. Finally, with their enthusiastic "help", Lin Huaiyu and Lin Jianhua relented and said that if Lin Mumu wanted to go to school, they would let her go.

After persuading the crowd to leave, Lin Jianhua pinched his brows and called Lin Mumu into the house.

"We are a family after all. If you make a scene like this and let outsiders laugh at our family, it will not do you any good."

After Lin Jianhua finished speaking earnestly, Lin Huaiyu quickly responded, "That's right. After all, we are your parents. Even if we couldn't bring you with us these past few years, we never treated you badly when we were at home. We loved you during those three years..."