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"Third son's wife, please clear the table for me. These bowls and plates need to be washed twice, otherwise how are we going to serve them on the table later?" With a casual gesture of her finger, Old Mrs. Zheng assigned the task to Zhang.

Jin was very proud, Zhang was as expected, and Hua was hesitant to speak.

Since Zhang agreed to come today, she had no intention of staying here and doing nothing. Anyway, she had already separated from the family, so even if she could do work, it would be limited. She, Li Mei'e, couldn't possibly see him every day, right?

After Zhang figured it out, she stood up.

"Brush it cleanly, don't be so cunning. If I weren't old, I would really look down on the work you guys do."

Old Mrs. Zheng always said that she was efficient at work and that no one in the surrounding villages could compare to her, so she was very picky about the housework done by her daughters-in-law.

"Madam, please sit down. Is it necessary for you to do this little work? We can do it." The maid and the old woman who followed said immediately, while Zhima continued to stand behind Zhang without moving.

Everyone had different divisions of labor. The maids and old women were responsible for helping Zhang with work, while Zhima was responsible for protecting Zhang from being bullied.

Old Mrs. Zheng looked at Zhang, who had just stood up, and was helped to sit back down. Her eyes widened and her old face turned red in an instant.

Jin was also easily defeated. She heard that the maid was called Madam Zhang. It was a very respectable title and she also wanted others to call her that. She would know at once that she was the grandmother of a wealthy family.

"Third sister-in-law, I have been suffering from back pain since I had a child."

Zhang was sitting there quietly, not knowing what Jin suddenly asked her to do. She was so disgusted by being called "third brother's sister-in-law" that she couldn't even keep a polite smile on her face.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Who is your third brother's wife? What will happen if others hear it? You and I have nothing to do with each other, so don't come to me to try to be related to me!" Zhang said immediately, with a serious and merciless expression.

If Jin said that she was disgusted by her, Zhang could pretend not to hear it and just bear it, but if she responded to the call of "third brother's wife" today, where would she put Li Erlang and Li Mingyu? Zhang was still clear about this matter.

"Oh, why can't I call you that? The children I gave birth to all call you Third Aunt, so why can't I call you Third Brother's Sister-in-law?" Jin was not discouraged at all, and couldn't hold back her excitement when she thought about what she was going to say later.

"Third sister-in-law, my body hurts. Please ask our maid to come and massage my back and waist so that I can enjoy it too!" Jin chuckled and stared at Zhang with longing in her eyes, completely forgetting that she was speaking bad words to Zhang just now.

Zhang looked at the maid who had already started to clean the table, shook her head and said, "I only brought two people with me. How can I massage your waist when they are cleaning the table?"

Jin curled her lips and pointed at Zhima standing behind Zhang, saying, "Didn't she come with you? Isn't she a servant? What? Can't the maid you bought serve your sister-in-law?"

Zhang was shocked by Jin's shameless behavior. She kept calling her sister-in-law and sister-in-law. Whose sister-in-law was she? Who was her sister-in-law?

Old Mrs. Zheng and Old Mr. Li didn't even stop her and just let her talk nonsense here. It was really disgusting and uncomfortable.

"Madam, since she said so, I will go and massage her waist. We are in this room anyway, and I will not delay you if you have any instructions." Zhima saw Zhang's impatience and disgust towards Jin, and without waiting for Zhang to come up with a reason to refuse, he took the initiative to speak.

Zhang was stunned, then she saw Zhima nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

Zhima was the maid that Li Mingxia had repeatedly urged to be brought along. Although Zhang didn't know what Zhima's abilities were, she knew her daughter well and knew that she must have her own reasons for doing things. Since her daughter had said that she must bring Zhima along, it meant that as long as she brought Zhima along, she could guarantee that she would not suffer any loss.

Looking at Zhima walking towards her, Jin had a secret sense of anticipation in her heart.

Old Mrs. Zheng didn't say anything, but just stared at Jin and Zhima.

"What's your name?"

Zhima had a blank expression on his face and did not react to Jin's irrelevant question.

"Sesame."

Jin nodded, "Okay, Zhima, give me a good massage."

She raised her chin arrogantly, indicating that Zhima could start.

"Madam? Yes, okay, madam." A subtle smile appeared on Zhima's face.

"It's not impossible for Madam to want me to serve you, but there is one thing I need to make clear to Madam in advance."

"what's up?"

"I am not as lucky as you, Madam. I have been doing rough work since I was young. I am very strong and my hands are very powerful. If I hurt you, please don't blame me."

When Jin heard about this, she acted as if she didn't care. She had a strong body, while Zhima looked thin and weak. How strong could he be?

I'm afraid that even if I use all my strength to suck milk, it won't hurt at all.

"Hurry up, I think you just want to be lazy. I don't blame you, just press it." Jin said impatiently.

Zhang took a quick look at Zhima and felt that something was odd, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

The smile in Hua's eyes was about to show off, and he adjusted his posture, ready to watch the show.

Old Mrs. Zheng suddenly felt an itch somewhere on her body and urgently needed a maid to take care of her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhima's voice was a little strange, with a very long tail note. When she uttered the last word, her hand gently rested on Jin's shoulder.

"what!!!"

Jin's voice was as loud as the sound of a pig being slaughtered. Zhima loosened his hand, pretended to be frightened, and quickly retreated to Zhang's side.

"Madam, you look mentally unsound. I won't press on you. I'm timid and afraid." Zhima said this with fear, but there was no panic on his face. He even patted his chest exaggeratedly and glanced at Mrs. Zheng provocatively.

"Anyone else want me to serve you? Just ask."

The room was quiet, with only Hua's breathing sounding a little rapid. Those who didn't know would think she was scared. Only she knew how difficult it was to hold back her laughter.

Jin suddenly remembered and was about to curse at Zhima, but suddenly she felt a slight pain in her stomach and quickly sat back down.

Zhima saw everything. "Madam, I was massaging your shoulders as you instructed. This is a long way from your stomach. Please don't say your stomach hurts. I'm timid and can't help being scared. If you scare me, I'll report you to the police."

Jin really wanted to blame Zhima for this incident, but after hearing this, she could only shut up in hatred.

No one in the Li family's old house dared to report to the police, including Jin.