Zhang Zhiguo looked at his own mother and felt nothing but disgust; he shook off Zhang Yuhua's hands and shakily ran outside.
Zhang Yuhua sat in the courtyard, completely breaking down in tears.
Liu Dashan didn't care at all and unceremoniously sat down at the table, enjoying a feast.
Indeed, the Zhang Family, being related to the Zhou Family, lived comfortably; the lavish spread of dishes before him far surpassed what his family had during New Year's.
"Take your time eating, no rush—the aunt here will be providing for our family from now on; you don't have to worry about not having food in the future," Liu Dashan said to his son.
Hearing this, Zhang Yuhua was infuriated. "Liu Dashan, what do you mean by saying I will provide for you? Do your whole family lack hands and feet?"
Liu Dashan irrationally retorted, "We can't find jobs anyway. If you can, you find us one. If it weren't for you, would each of our family, me, my wife, and child, have to leave our hometown?"
