Sun Ahfu almost crushed all her teeth in frustration as she was supervised by Old Granny Zhang, having spent the entire day carrying manure until her bones almost fell apart. And now, as evening came, not only was she not allowed to eat at the table, she was actually given just two pieces of burnt rice crust?
Wasn't this bullying to the extreme?
Old Granny Zhang snorted coldly, "What? You don't like it? Well, if you don't like it, don't eat it! A concubine daring to throw a tantrum? Let me tell you, in the Wang Family, everyone must follow the rules. Even Laosan's House used to get only rice soup when they couldn't finish their work. Do you think you are more noble than them? Get lost, don't bother me—"
With red-rimmed eyes, Sun Ahfu covered her face and ran into the house, tripping after just a few steps. In the moment her hands touched the ground, she quickly picked up the pastry that Jinhua had dropped and held it tight in her arms as she entered the small house.
