Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 260 True or False First Love 60_1

Chapter 260: Chapter 260 True or False First Love 60_1

On the day of Zhou Yong’s wedding, Zhang Shifen took Zhou Xuan to enjoy the wedding feast, while Zhou Lina said she was too busy calculating data.

At first, she had hoped someone could take over her work, thinking that if she could just unearth whoever was scumming around, she wouldn’t have to work so hard.

But now she knew that even if things blew up, the workload for her position in accounting would only increase, never giving her a moment of leisure.

When Zhang Shifen and Zhou Xuan returned in the afternoon, Zhou Xuan called out as soon as he stepped in, "Sis, is there any food at home?"

"I’m hungry."

Zhou Lina, tired from doing the accounts, was about to go back to her room to rest when she heard this and expressed her surprise, "No way, didn’t you go to enjoy the banquet? How could you not have eaten your fill?"

Zhou Dajiang was such a face-conscious person; it would be out of character for him to skimp on his son’s wedding banquet.

"There were no dishes, just a tiny bit of shredded meat, and as soon as the dishes were served, Luo Lili’s siblings just took them away and divided them amongst themselves," Zhou Xuan explained.

Even now, he was still dazed, his face reflecting utter disbelief.

"Mom?" Impossible, Zhang Shifen surely must have done something to help.

Zhang Shifen gave a bitter smile, "The Luo family originally said they would bring three tables’ worth of guests, and with ours, there should have been four tables in total. But they brought half a table more guests than expected, so I didn’t take a seat."

"We were supposed to eat after they had finished, but," Zhang Shifen didn’t know how to explain, "the preparations were truly enough for only four tables."

"They even said we could eat after the guests were sent off," she complained bitterly.

"Some things never change, no matter how much time passes. Stinginess is in their bones." Even though supplies were not too plentiful, a penny-pincher like Zhou Dajiang was indeed a rarity.

"Maybe they never imagined the Luo family would be so outrageous. As for the so-called ’stay and have some food,’ it probably meant they wanted you to help with the chores," Zhou Lina surmised, certain that Zhou Dajiang’s family was fully capable of such a deed.

Zhou Xuan kept nodding, "Exactly, they just wanted Mom to wash the dishes. I said I wasn’t full and wanted to come back and eat."

"It’s honestly laughable — not only did we not get to eat after giving a red envelope, but we were also expected to work," Zhou Lina said, her impression of Zhou Dajiang’s shamelessness renewing with each revelation.

Zhou Lina was curious, "Mom, did you end up washing the dishes?"

"I didn’t. I made it clear: relatives bring red envelopes and also get to eat. I gave a red envelope but didn’t eat a thing, and they wanted me to work?"

"I just said I was hungry."

"They have no shame, so why should I have to show them any respect?" Zhang Shifen didn’t mention how Old Madam Zhou often spoke ill of her to others outside.

It really angered her; whenever Old Madam Zhou got sick and was hospitalized in the past, it was Zhang Shifen who sought help for treatment.

She ended up owing favors and didn’t get any gratitude in return; in the future, it’d be none of her business if someone from that side got sick again.

After all, anyone can go directly to the hospital for treatment, can’t they?

Zhou Lina quickly whipped up some cold noodles for them; she had made extra since she also had cold noodles for lunch.

"So when you left, what about the dishes and utensils?" Relying on the Zhou family men to do it was impossible, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for the bride to have to work on her wedding day.

"Of course, it was Zhou Yong’s wife," replied Zhang Shifen crisply.

Zhou Yong’s wife? The bride was directly put to work? Truly not the average sort of tough, "Because the Luo family brought extra people, we had to make room for them on our side."

"Zhou Hong’s wife didn’t even get a place to sit. Her son got into some dispute with one of Luo Lili’s sisters, the details of which I’m not clear on," Zhang Shifen explained.

"Anyway, he pushed her by accident, and she started crying on the spot. Zhou Hong’s wife was already upset and walked out immediately."

"When Zhou Dahai’s wife saw how excessive the Luo family was, she was furious and left too."

"With me gone, who do you propose will do the dishes?" Zhang Shifen really didn’t understand, how the Luo family, with their conditions, could still be so pretentious.

As soon as she entered, she completely fell out with Zhou Dahai’s side, even though the two families had been separated for a while. But if Zhou Dahai’s family wanted to deal with Luo Lili, it wasn’t like they were without means.

Forget it, anyway, even if things got rowdy, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Wasn’t Zhou Yong there? He could handle this matter.

"Doesn’t the Zhou family have relatives?" Like Zhou Dajiang’s own elder sister. With her own nephew getting married, she couldn’t possibly not attend.

"Zhou Dajiang didn’t invite anyone directly." Zhang Shifen had thought she would get to meet the elder sister-in-law, but to her surprise, they hadn’t been invited at all.

"The reason was that there wasn’t enough money." Zhang Shifen actually admired this excuse.

Zhou Lina thought of Zhou Dajiang’s sisters, who were indeed quite stingy, "Are they worried that if the whole family comes to eat, they’d only give a fifty-cent gift packet?"

This was what had happened when Zhou Hong got married. Every time something came up with the Zhou family, Yang Zhaodi would bring up the incident.

true, Zhang Shifen didn’t have much interaction with the two sisters, but it was enough for Yang Zhaodi to keep bringing it up, it must be infuriating.

"Anyway, the upshot is that if Luo Lili doesn’t wash the dishes, then it will have to be Zhou Dajiang and Zhou Yong who do them."

In any case, it didn’t matter who did the dishes, as long as it wasn’t her.

Zhou Dajiang watched the closed bridal chamber, shaking with anger, "Zhou Yong, come out here."

Luo Lili lay on the bed looking pitiful, with an "I’m so tired" expression, "Brother Yong, I’m exhausted."

Zhou Yong grunted in response, "Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Dad."

Zhou Dajiang waited outside for a long time before seeing Zhou Yong emerge alone, instantly understanding his intention.

"Your wife’s tired, huh?" Zhou Dajiang patted Zhou Yong on the shoulder, "Since she’s tired, you go clean up then."

Whether it was Zhou Yong or Luo Lili who cleaned up afterwards, Zhou Dajiang didn’t care.

What? Seriously, he has to do the work? Zhou Yong was shocked and incredulously looked towards Zhou Dajiang.

"No helping it," Zhou Dajiang spread his hands, "I asked you over and over how many from the Luo family were coming, and you said three tables."

"But we ended up with three and a half tables, and Aunt Zhang and your great-aunt couldn’t even find seats. Aunt Zhang didn’t get to eat, had to go home to eat."

"Your great-aunt and the others, why they went home, it was all caused by the Luo family; the household workers were driven away by them, so Luo Lili will have to wash the dishes."

"If you think your wife’s tired, then you do it."

"Zhou Yong, you’re married now, it’s time for you to grow up and learn how to handle things."

Zhou Dajiang turned and headed for his room to rest, he was truly exhausted today, and needed to rest well, "Oh, and ask your wife whether she plans to eat separately, or together with us."

Zhou Yong hadn’t even recovered from the shock of having to do chores, when he heard this explosive news.

"Eat separately, eat together?"

"Aren’t we supposed to eat together?" Zhou Yong hadn’t even considered this before.

"If we eat together, each of you contributes twenty a month, your wife does the cooking, and I’ll take care of the household expenses."

"If you eat separately, then you give me five a month, and she’s in charge of the utility bills and cleaning the living room."

"You’re responsible for all the spending related to cooking," Zhou Dajiang didn’t believe Zhou Yong didn’t know about this.

Right now, he didn’t care about the so-called facts at all, as long he had made a decision.