Several people glanced at the two taels of meat in Zhu Yun's hand, with an involuntary twitch at the corner of their mouths—this bit of meat was not even enough for one piece each.
Yang Xiaoxi huffed, "We have plenty of meat, just take that home and eat it yourself!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yun's smile immediately faded, "Xiaoxi, are you looking down on me, despising me for being poor?"
Seeing her react this way, Yang Xiaoxi felt a headache coming on, "Don't pull this stunt."
Zhu Yun didn't push any further. She let go of her child's hand and said, "Go play with Brother Xiaobei, I'll help your aunt."
After saying that, Zhu Yun delivered the meat to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and came out to squat down and start helping Yang Xiaoxi.
Yang Xiaoxi was both speechless and angry. The other men were also stunned by Zhu Yun's thick-skinned behavior. Shen Mianmian furrowed her brows, but seeing that Zhu Yun didn't seem to be making trouble, she didn't say anything further.
