The twin sisters came home from school, sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV and watched cartoons, regardless of the fact that it was already dark outside, and their mother Zhang Yumei went to the shop to sell groceries and didn't come back yet.

Since Lin Yong went to prison, Lin Huimei went to live in her aunt's house in the county and couldn't come back, and all the livelihood and work of the family fell on Zhang Yumei alone.

Every time she wants her twin sisters to help her share some light household chores, such as sweeping the floor, cooking or something.

They will block Zhang Yumei with her previous words, what:

"Mom, you and we will be the wives of officials and rich wives in the future, if we do housework and make our hands rough, how will we be official wives and rich wives in the future."

Not only do the twin sisters not work, but they often ask Zhang Yumei for money, buy snacks to eat, and buy new clothes to wear.

If Zhang Yumei doesn't give it, they will steal it and make trouble.

Zhang Yumei was angry and beat them, but they were:

"It's right everywhere, you never loved us!"

"We'll eat something from you, and you will beat and scold us, do you have a son, you don't like us, and think we are losing money?"

"Tell you, if you treat us badly now, we won't recognize you when we really become official wives and rich wives in the future!"

Zhang Yumei found that her two daughters already had their own ideas, and they had beaten countless times, but they didn't change their ways, and with a son who was waiting to be fed, she felt that her life was really difficult.

During this period, she also had the idea of remarrying, finding a strong man or a good net worth to help her share the pressure of life, but those men, as soon as they heard that she was going to take three children, none of them were willing to marry her, they were all playing with her.

In the end, for the sake of the children in the family and her own mouth, every time she was present, she carried her son on her back and went to the market to sell dry groceries.

In the past, Lin Yong was only responsible for selling and selling dry groceries and collecting money, but without Lin Yong, she had to buy the goods by herself, and after collecting the stall by herself, she would push back the dry miscellaneous carts that had not been sold.

She used to be pampered, but she was soon polished a lot older by the hardships of life.

Of course, she also knew that Lin Shenshen was the boss of the foodie company, and she wanted to go to Lin Shenshen more than once, ask her to help her, or arrange a job for her.

But the damn people of the Green Snake Gang, as long as she has the idea of approaching the depths of the forest, will appear in front of her.

It's been like this for several years, rain or shine.

"Wanwan, Yaya......"

Zhang Yumei pushed the cart to the first floor with difficulty, put down the dry groceries, and began to call people.

The twin sisters who watched cartoons on the second floor heard it and ignored it.

"Mom...... Hungry ......"

Zhang Yumei wanted to go upstairs to catch her two daughters watching TV, but her thigh was hugged by her three-year-old son, so she gave up going upstairs to catch someone, picked up her son, and went to the kitchen on the ground floor.

"Mom makes you noodles to eat!"

Zhang Yumei finished the noodles, stood at the top of the stairs and shouted to the twin sisters to come down to eat, and at this time the cartoon happened to be over, and they went downstairs.

Seeing the plain noodles on the table, the twin sisters disliked it in unison:

"Why is it noodles again?"

Zhang Yumei blew cold noodles to feed her son, and at the same time:

"Your brother is hungry, and cooking noodles is the fastest."

The twin sisters poked the noodles in the bowl and had no appetite at all:

"Hmph, you only have your son in your eyes, everything is important to your son, and there is no us at all!"

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