Hearing this, Zhao Xiaojuan looked at her mother-in-law's hands, then at her daughters, opened her mouth to say something but then closed it, and opened and closed it again.
Finally, with a hardened heart, she summoned the courage to say, "Mom, the clam oil that big brother bought for you, can you let Da Ya and Er Ya use some? The children's hands are all covered with frostbite."
Zhang Guihua heard this and immediately retorted in a harsh tone, "Look at the money-losing bunch you've given birth to. Feeding them and keeping them alive is good enough, and now they also want my clam oil? Dream on!"
Zhao Xiaojuan, scolded in front of everyone in the room, couldn't lift her head, did not retort, and simply had her eyes turn red in silence.
Da Ya, who was sensible, didn't want to see her mother get scolded because of them, and quickly said, "Grandma, please don't scold my mom. We don't need the clam oil."
