After Ye Dashi's family moved out, the third room was like a frying pan, arguing every day about who would go to work.

"I don't want to go into the kitchen. It's not easy to raise my thin skin and tender flesh. If I go to the kitchen, I can't get thicker. How can I marry into a rich family and be a young mistress?" A few days ago, Ye Cuihua still looked dead He doesn't look like he's working either.

Ye Dawu and his son are several, so it is even more impossible to do the work of a woman.

In the end, under the majesty and coercion of Sannai Ye, Mrs. Wu took over all the housework in the family aggrieved.

Mrs. Wu was scolded by Ye Sannai, and after returning to her mother's house angrily, Sanfang fell into a state of no one to work again.

The family slept until midnight and woke up from the cold, but no one wanted to hold firewood to burn the kang, preferring to sleep on the cold kang.

Waking up in the morning, cold pot and cold stove, no food to eat.

Sannai Ye sat on the cold kang and scolded all morning.

In the end, Ye Cuihua cried and took over Wu's position under Ye Sannai's beating and scolding.

Ye Cuihua was cooking for the first time, and almost burned the stove.

After that, the sorghum rice porridge will be burnt.

Ye Dawu and his son ate and scolded people every day, and they never stopped.

Ye Cuihua cried and said, "Father, you should hurry to Wujia Village and bring my mother back, or I will waste all the food."

"Dead money loser, you deliberately burned the rice, and you don't want us to eat it?"

Ye Ciyi raised his foot and kicked Ye Cuihua hard, "Get lost, you are not allowed to eat today."

Ye Cuihua clutched her painful and trembling leg, not daring to say anything, went to the kitchen silently, took out a bowl of boiled cabbage that she secretly hid, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

In the room, Ye Cilian threw his chopsticks and said in a temper, "Grandma, this porridge is dark, how can you eat it? I want to eat the porridge made by Chunhua who lost money."

These four grandchildren are the life of Third Wife Ye.

The fact that the grandson didn't eat made Sanna Ye feel more distressed than gouging out her heart.

The third wife Ye hurriedly coaxed, "My dear grandson, I will definitely let Ye Dashi's family come back to serve you tomorrow. If you are wronged today, eat a few bites first. Look, you have eaten less these days, and you have lost weight."

"Don't lie to me, you just said that last time, and you haven't seen Ye Dashi's family come back. I also heard that Ye Youran, who is losing money, is going to open a restaurant in the town. Grandma, she is a loser, why should she go to the town? Open a restaurant? If we want to open a restaurant, it should be our third house who open it. We have the most male heirs in this house, and we have contributed the most to the Ye family. Give us four rooms to open a restaurant."

Ye Cixin's eyes lit up, "Grandma, if our family opens a restaurant, we won't have to eat porridge every day in the future, and we can eat whatever we want without paying money."

The three brothers and four brothers of the Ye family all looked at San Nai Ye with bright eyes.

Sannai Ye patted the table and said, "Okay, let's go find the money-loser. Her fourth house is bankrupt, and Ye Dashan is dead. His money should be confiscated and handed over to the clan. Why should she use it to open money?" restaurant."

Third Mistress Ye felt that she was reasonable, so she brought her son and four grandsons to find Ye Youran angrily.

Ye Youran had just finished eating in the side room, and was about to go back to her own room to embroider a padded jacket for herself to wear during the New Year, when she heard a hasty knock on the door.

Ye Youran raised her voice and asked, "Who is it?"

"Open the door, lose money, if you don't open the door, I will smash the door of your house."

It was Ye Cilian's voice.

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