The days went by one after another, and Zhang Yu learned from Zhang Hui's mouth that after Xu Ling and Xue Lei got angry, they no longer handled all the housework.
Zhang Tao and their clothes were washed by themselves, and whenever they needed to queue up to buy rice or other things, it wasn't just the two of them who took charge; they would call Zhang Tao and others.
For this, Zhang Yu smirked, "Mom and Aunt are really getting old. They used to boast about how capable they were, saying that they could easily handle all those chores alone, without needing two people."
"And now they need two people to do the work and still can't keep up," Zhang Yu said sarcastically, knowing that Zhang Hui and the others would definitely write to Xu Ling and others about it, but she didn't care.
"If you want to write back, that's your business. I don't care." Zhang Yu truly didn't care about so-called family affection; she really didn't care at all.
