"Dad sometimes gets confused and can't remember the accounts. You should take over this task." Zhuang Lühe can't read, but she can do math, and her calculations are always clear.
Qiao Xiaomai dislikes doing the accounts, and since she's married, she hands this task over to Zhuang Lühe.
"No, no." Zhuang Lühe still refused.
Qiao Xiaomai has managed everything in this house seamlessly, and Zhuang Lühe does not interfere, she does not interfere at all.
Seeing Zhuang Lühe violently shaking her head, almost waking Qiao Dami in her arms, Qiao Xiaomai dropped the subject.
Zhuang Lühe still couldn't face the gaze of their fellow villagers.
What's the big deal?
Look at that shrew from the Sun Family who's been a bandit for over ten years, but still arrogantly stands with her hands on her hips when she sees the villagers.
The key to getting by in this world is having a thick skin.
Can other people's views lose you a slice of bread or a bit of money?
Since they can't, why care?
