Lady Zhang was kind-hearted and rarely quibbled over money, and she felt sorry for Lian Shouxin.
"Dad, mom, I don't agree with this," Lian Manman thought for a bit before saying, "The things we got from the division of the family are already few, this ration is rightfully ours."
Lian Manman's words were reasonable; Lian Shouxin and Lady Zhang exchanged glances. Even if they didn't want the Upper Room's ration anymore, they had to consider their children's opinions. This family wasn't just theirs alone.
"Even if we don't want this ration, no one will speak well of us," Xiao Qi muttered.
Wu Lang and Lian Zhizhi didn't rush to speak. Even a child as young as Lian Xiaoqi understood things that Lady Zhang and Lian Shouxin couldn't possibly fail to understand.
"Mom, if we just give up the ration like this, not only will no one speak well of us, I'm afraid some people will even start scheming against us," Lian Manman continued.
