After Ye Dashi's family moved out, the third room was in a state of chaos. They were arguing about who would do the work every day.

"I don't want to go into the kitchen. It's not easy to maintain my thin skin and tender flesh. If I go to the kitchen, it will become thicker. How can I marry into a rich family and be a young mistress." A few days ago, Ye Cuihua looked dead.

He doesn't even look like he's working.

With Ye Dawu and his son, it was even more impossible for them to do the work that women did.

Finally, under Mistress Ye's majesty and coercion, Wu reluctantly took over all the housework at home.

Mrs. Wu was scolded by Mistress Ye, and after she returned to her parents' house angrily, the third bedroom once again found no one to work.

The whole family woke up in the cold in the middle of the night, but no one wanted to grab firewood to burn the kang. They would rather sleep on the cold kang.

When I woke up in the morning, the pot was cold and the stove was cold, and there was no food to eat.

Mistress Ye sat on the cold Kang and scolded her all morning.

Finally, after mistress Ye was beaten and scolded, Ye Cuihua cried and took over Wu's position.

Ye Cuihua cooked for the first time and almost burned down the kitchen.

Afterwards, the sorghum rice porridge will be burnt.

Ye Dawu and his son cursed others every day while eating, and never stopped for a meal.

Ye Cuihua cried and said, "Dad, you'd better go to Wujia Village quickly and bring my mother back, otherwise all the food will be wasted by me."

"You lose money, did you burn the rice on purpose? You don't want us to eat it, right?"

Ye Ciyi raised his foot and kicked Ye Cuihua hard, "Go away, you are not allowed to eat today."

Ye Cuihua covered her trembling legs in pain, not daring to say a word. She went to the kitchen silently, took out a hidden bowl of boiled cabbage, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

In the room, Ye Cilian threw away his chopsticks and said in a bad temper, "Grandma, this porridge is black, how can you eat it? I want to eat the porridge cooked by Chunhua's loser."

These four grandsons are Mistress Ye’s life.

The grandson's refusal to eat made Mistress Ye even more distressed than tearing out her heart.

Mistress Ye quickly coaxed, "My dear grandson, I will definitely ask Ye Dashi and his family to come back to serve you tomorrow. You have to take a few bites today. Look, you haven't eaten much in the past few days and you have lost weight."

"Don't lie to me. That's what you said last time. I didn't see Ye Dashi's family come back. I also heard that Ye Youran, the loser, is going to open a restaurant in the town. Grandma, why should she go to town if she is a loser?

Open a restaurant? If we want to open a restaurant, we should open it in the third room. Our room has the most male heirs and has contributed the most to the expansion of the Ye family. The fourth room is a very poor one, so the loser should use the money.

They all gave us four rooms to open a restaurant."

Ye Cixin's eyes lit up, "Grandma, if our family opens a restaurant, we won't have to eat porridge every day. We can also eat whatever we want without paying any money."

The third and fourth brothers of the Ye family all looked at Mistress Ye with bright eyes.

Mistress Ye patted the table and said, "Okay, let's go find the money loser right now. Her fourth bedroom is extremely poor. If Ye Dashan is dead, his money should be confiscated and given to the clan. Why should she use it to open a bank account?"

restaurant."

Mistress Ye felt that she was justified, so she took her son and four grandchildren and went to Ye Youran angrily.

Ye Youran had just finished eating in the side room and was about to go back to his house to embroider a cotton-padded jacket for himself to wear during the New Year, when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

Ye Youran raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

"Open the door and pay for it. If you don't open the door again, I will break down your door."
Chapter completed!