"You still dare say you eat little? You never skimp on snacks, and every day, all that's left in the bowls, you're the one who cleans them out!" Lady Yu felt a pain in her liver from the anger.
Fang Fang pouted, "I've never had a full meal every day, and yet I still get scolded for picking up some leftovers."
Pei Qin, looking on, couldn't help but remind Lady Yu, "Don't let her clean the bowls anymore, what's left is all oil, and eating that will only make her fatter."
In the past two years, with the extra income from the Pickled Bamboo Workshop, the family's living conditions had improved a bit, and they regularly had meat to cut and eat, never running out of chicken, duck, or goose eggs. Fang Fang was being managed to lose weight, but the richness of her diet had increased compared to before, yet she never seemed to lose much weight.
"After this New Year, who knows how much more she'll have gained! I bet she's gained back whatever she had lost before!" Lady Yu sighed.
