Zhao's eyes flickered, and she quickly had a strategy in mind, "All the oil is from our own home, and I wasn't the only one who ate the residue. Others could eat it, so why can't I?"
"That's where you're wrong, sister-in-law," Ye Jiu retorted. "The money I used to buy the oil came from the hundred taels of silver I earned the day before yesterday. It cost less than two taels of silver. Moreover, I did this because I saw that our family was struggling, so I wanted to help find a way to make some money. Are you really starting to have complaints over such a small amount?"
"I've never seen anyone look for a way to make a living by wasting resources," Zhao replied with a roll of her eyes. "Also, the younger sister says the silver is your own earnings, but have you ever thought about it? You've been frail since you were little, growing up like a medicine jar—where do you think the money for your food and necessities came from? Isn't it earned by your brother and sister-in-law?"
Slap!
