Although he was already in his fifties, he could still work for another ten years. His son was a waste, but if he could raise his grandson well, who was obedient and filial, then he wouldn't need to worry about his old age.
"Dad, I didn't stop him from eating. It's just that if he eats, others will have less to eat," Hu Yuezhen retorted with grievance.
As a result, a slap landed on her face.
Hu Yuezhen covered her face, looking incredulously at Jiang Guoli. She had been married into the Jiang family for eight years, and her father-in-law had never spoken harshly to her before. Now, he suddenly slapped her in front of so many people.
"I'm not dead yet! There's still money and food at home! If the porridge isn't enough, isn't it because you deliberately cooked less to make trouble for others? Don't play such dirty tricks with me," Jiang Guoli sneered coldly.