80s: Little Sweet Wife

Wu Zhengsi didn't even look at Wu Mei, her face was sinking like water, she turned around and went upstairs, Wu Mei felt colder, rubbed her arms and followed Wu Zhengsi. Fortunately, her timing was right, with Wu Zhengsi there, He Biyun did not dare to curse too much.

The corridor on the second floor was very lively, and the housewives of every household were busy standing by the stove. All kinds of vegetables were mixed together, forming an indescribable taste, which stimulated everyone's taste buds.

He Biyun had just cooked two dishes and one soup. With a few more bubbles in her hands, she was even more angry. Seeing Wu Mei, who was following Wu Zhengsi in a state of embarrassment, her anger was soaring, if it weren't for the fact that she was in the corridor. On, she had already picked up the feather duster.

"Mei Mei is back? Oops, what's wrong with you? Go take a shower and change your clothes, don't catch a cold." Mrs. Zhang looked at Wu Mei in surprise.

Wu Mei felt a little warm in her heart, neither Wu Zhengsi nor He Biyun cared about whether she would catch a cold, even if she didn't pretend, even outsiders couldn't compare.

He Biyun heard Mrs. Zhang's words, and felt a little annoyed that she was confused. She was all angry with this dead girl, and there has been no peace since yesterday.

"Why are you so playful, you don't come back to do your homework after school, and you don't know where to go. You are so dirty, it's really worrying. It would be nice if you were half as sensible as your sister."

He Biyun frowned, smiled and complained a few words, she seemed to be a mother who hated iron and was helpless in the face of unsatisfactory children.

Wu Mei's most annoying thing is to compare her with Wu Yue. She doesn't want to hear the name of this hypocritical and disgusting bitch.

"I didn't go outside, but I was hungry. I went to the street to buy something to eat. Dad, will you give me five cents? I still owe five cents to the aunt who sells lotus root cakes."

Wu Mei had an idea. Now is a good time to ask for money. Wu Zhengsi has the best face, and he will definitely not refuse to give it in front of Mrs. Zhang.

Wu Zhengsi looked very hesitant, and said solemnly, "Go take a shower first, and talk about it later."

He Biyun couldn't bear it any longer, and reprimanded: "How come you still learn to use credit? Didn't you miss lunch at noon? Why do you have to waste money buying food? Has your sister spent money like you did?"

Wu Mei could hear the fire, and screamed: "I only have two pickled buns to eat at noon, Wu Yue has rice with a thermos, and poached eggs and meat, of course she won't be hungry, and I didn't mess with it. Money, the money for the cakes was saved by me for lunch, mom, you never gave me pocket money, Wu Yue has two yuan for pocket money every week."

The other cooking people looked this way, and when they heard Wu Mei's words, they couldn't help frowning. They had long known that He Biyun was partial to the eldest daughter, but now it seems that this partiality has no bounds.

Good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles. The words Wu Mei said on the basketball court yesterday have long spread throughout the school. They don't mind other people's housework, but they just talk about it behind their backs.

But now that the trouble is in front of you, I still need to say a few words.

"Mr. He, when Meimei is growing, how can two pickled buns be enough to eat? Since Yueyue has already prepared meals, Meimei is also a convenient thing."

"Yeah, a bowl of water still needs to be level, both of which are crawled out of your stomach!"

"Mr. Wu also has to do ideological work for your wife. Look at Meimei, how pitiful!"

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