"Madam, the young master won't eat, please try one yourself."
Wu Shuhui sighed, nodded, and said, "You've gone to trouble."
The husband was sick, the daughter had run away from home, and the son had just come of age, lacking in social graces—a lot.
She always thought she had seen through life, but at this moment, she realized that aside from reading, she really didn't know anything.
Books are just too deceptive.
They always only tell you that if you work hard, you will definitely succeed.
But they never mention that there are many people who, till death, do not know what success is.
Just like herself, repeatedly deceived and hitting walls everywhere.
And if that weren't enough, the second and third brothers always made life difficult for her on the pretext that she was an outsider to the family.
