Ma Xiulian slapped her chopsticks onto the table, her voice harsh, "There's no food on this table for you, and I am not lending you any food either."
Even if she had some surplus food at home, she would rather give it to Xiaobai, instead of feeding the wretched Li family right in front of her.
Dogs had at least a mouth to eat and a tail to wag. The Li family would only think about how to scrape off another layer of their skin and oil.
The old lady Li cursed her parsimony in her heart, but on the surface, she tearfully pleaded, "In-laws, our commune's food output this year is less than half of last year's. If we don't find some food to take home, our family will starve to death. Your commune has such good harvests, you can definitely share some with us! Don't worry, as long as you lend us some food, we'll repay you once we have a good harvest next year!"
