Zhou Juan woke up the next day and heard the many tasks assigned by Old Madam Zhou, "Grandma, I'll eat something first."
"There's nothing for you," Old Madam Zhou said impatiently, glancing at Zhou Juan.
"You don't have a job anyway, not eating breakfast won't kill you."
"There's no need to waste food," Old Madam Zhou paused, "These are your mother's words, if you have a problem, take it up with her."
The old lady indicated she wouldn't take the blame for this, although she had indeed helped stir the pot a bit.
Zhou Juan snorted coldly, "I get it."
Who made the decision? That didn't matter. She knew it was actually the whole family's consensus.
They all felt she had messed everything up and needed to be taught a lesson.
Zhou Juan, after freshening up, didn't even bother to check if there really was nothing to eat, knowing that even if there was, it wouldn't be for her.
But that was okay, it's not like she had nowhere else to eat.
