Madam Xie, despite her heartache over money, couldn't argue with Xuexue's logic. They had to use oil for cooking, no matter how frugal they were, so she said no more.
"That's great! That's great! We have meat to eat, mother, I want to eat braised pork."
Chuner clapped her hands in excitement, her joy reminiscent of the Lunar New Year celebrations.
In the past, at the Mo family's house, only during festivals and celebrations were the women allowed a few slices of meat, of course, except for Old Lady Mo who had meat at every meal; the rest of the females led a tough life.
Even Madam Ruan, who had a son by her side, was no exception. If not, she wouldn't have had to wrack her brains to steal Old Lady Mo's meat. All the miseries were caused by Old Lady Mo, that stingy old miser.
Seeing her younger daughter's longing for meat, Madam Xie also became happy and couldn't help but smile broadly as she said, "Good, tonight we'll have braised pork."
"Mm! Mother, I'll make the fire."
