She stared at the takeout box in my hand, with disgust written all over her face: "What can you do if you earn three to five thousand yuan a month? Your mother-in-law and I don't even dare to buy more vegetables today, for fear that we won't be able to open the pot at the end of the month!"
"Mom, I will transfer 4,000 yuan to you every month for living expenses."
"Four thousand? Four thousand is enough for what! Just buy two bottles of cosmetics and it's gone!" Wang Cuifen pulled off the mask on her face, "You still have the nerve to say that? You are a grown man, and you let my daughter take care of you. Are you ashamed?"
I took a deep breath, took off my coat and hung it by the door. The water on her clothes dripped down her sleeves and formed a puddle on the floor in front of her.
"Do you know what happened today?" Wang Cuifen lowered her voice, and her expression suddenly became mysterious. "Today Mr. Zhou from the Zhou Group asked someone to come to the matchmaking! The conditions offered by him are that the betrothal gift alone is eight million! He is a returnee from overseas. He has opened three companies of his own and drives a Porsche!"
As she said this, she looked me over and sneered: "Look at you again, with takeaway boxes and electric cars, your whole body is not worth three hundred yuan."
I don't want to argue with her. After five years, I have heard enough of this.
