Shen Xiangnan offhandedly said, "If you don't want to work, just go back to the countryside and take care of the kids. Let Mom come to the city to work; she might even be happy about it."
Jia Yuemei, angered by her husband's blunt male chauvinist remark, clenched her fist and thumped him twice.
"You're really a pighead. Someone has to manage the restaurant. If my younger sister doesn't give the management position to me, her own family, but promotes an outsider instead, is she guarding against me?"
Shen Xiangnan scratched his head, "Possibly."
Jia Yuemei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger.
No matter how resentful Jia Yuemei was in her heart, she only dared to grumble in front of Shen Xiangnan and wouldn't really make a scene in front of Shen Mingzhu.
She was afraid that Shen Mingzhu, in a fit of anger, might send her back to the countryside again.
...
Late at night.