The whole family travels: take the space to be a group favorite in the era

Chapter 11 Quarrel

Chapter 11 Quarrel

Ye Shengge fantasized about countless possibilities in his mind, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the two arguing in the earphones.

"What? You can't bear to spend any money on me? I think you just have hard wings. Now that you have your own little family, you don't want to take care of me, an old woman. It must be that bitch Li Xiumei who doesn't let you spend money on me.

Bar."

"Mom, don't you know what's going on in our family? I only earn 22 yuan a month, and Xiumei earns less than ten yuan a month by making paper boxes at home. Now is the time for the little dragons and tigers to eat.

We don’t even have enough food for a month, why didn’t I give you some as a gift when I went to the black market to buy food?”

In fact, Ye Xinguo can be regarded as filial, but he must have wanted to take more care of his own family.

"Besides, you and that girl can't finish the rations allocated by mom, plus what I gave you. But I see there isn't much left in the rice vat. Where did all the food go?"

Ye Xinguo's words made Mrs. Ye a little embarrassed, after all, her son said it directly.

"I usually eat a lot. Isn't it okay? I just look at a little bit of food. It's really a waste of money for you."

"Mom, do you think I'm stupid? That girl is so thin, how much can she eat in a month? Have you sent food to your parents' house again?"

Mrs. Ye broke the pot when she heard this. What can her son do to her?

"Your cousin's family has many children. If I don't provide some support, they will starve to death at this age. How can I just watch and ignore it? Besides, I'm not doing all this just for you. You are the only child in our family. What's the point?

You don’t have to be helpful in things.”

Ye Xinguo smiled, and he smiled disdainfully.

"I need help from those mud-legged people? It's better if they don't come to fight Qiu Feng. Moreover, even if something happens to me, will they be able to run away in time?"

Ye Xinguo hated his uncle's family because they were all bloody leeches and would not let go as long as they were picked up. Ye Xinguo was not a person who would spoil them, so he turned around and changed his expression.

"Mom, how much money do you have over there? I want to buy a job for Xiumei. The little dragons and tigers are now older. They don't have to look after them at home anymore. They have to save money to marry a wife in the future, so I want Xiumei to be able to earn too.

A share of money.”

Mrs. Ye was furious when she heard about the money. The money she had was needed to provide for her retirement, and she also had to support her parents' family. How could she possibly buy that bitch a job?

"How do I have any money? You only give me five yuan every month. I need to buy some supplies for my family. What can I save?"

"Where's my dad's compensation? I remember I gave him 300 yuan, and you spent all of it? Also, I remember my dad left a box, and there were a lot of good things in it. You can't do it when your son is in trouble.

You won’t help me when you are there.”

What followed was a quarrel between the two, which made Ye Shengge dizzy. He lay on the bed and took out a glass of well water and drank it to feel better.

As a result, Mrs. Ye ate the meat dinner deliciously like a winner, and the noodles that Ye Shengge had been waiting for did not appear.

Ye Shengge touched her rumbling stomach. She couldn't hurt her body for these people. When she walked to the yard, she saw the locked kitchen door, and she scolded this vicious old lady ten thousand times in her heart.

Ye Shengge was not polite. When he walked to Mrs. Ye's door, he knocked on the door, scaring the man who was enjoying his meal so much that he almost choked.

"What's wrong with Shengge? It's getting dark, so go to bed quickly."

"Grandma, I haven't eaten for a day. Where are the noodles my dad made for me?"

Mrs. Ye stood up angrily, but still showed her standard smile after the door opened.

(End of chapter)