Even though Ma Xiulian loudly claimed that the pigeon was for Zhao Mei alone, she still stewed another one to share among her three grandchildren.
And since she herself was eating coarse grain bread and vegetable porridge, Zhou Zhaodi really didn't have any complaints.
However, Li Chunhua was already contemplating whether she should take her little girl back and feed her herself. But she was afraid that the brat would gobble up all the milk, leaving none for her son.
She was thinking so intently that she didn't hear Ma Xiulian calling her several times.
Ma Xiulian furrowed her brow and suddenly raised her voice, "Woman of the third son, I'm talking to you!"
Her loud voice scared off two chickens that were picking food in the yard.
Li Chunhua almost dropped on her butt in surprise. She quickly replied, "Mom, you speak, I'm listening."
She was becoming intimidated by this mother-in-law, fearing that she might instigate her son to divorce her if something displeased her.