Jin Qianqian, who was being used as a scapegoat, secretly rolled her eyes but kept a smile on her face. "My husband is right. I'm no good at this kind of delicate work. If I mess up the heat, he'd probably eat me alive."
Li Cuicui watched them with a complicated expression. Among her sons, she had treated Seventh the worst, cutting corners on his wedding and just throwing together his share of the family property.
But now that real trouble had struck, he was the only son who could actually handle things.
"No need. Making porridge uses too much water, and we don't even know if your father will wake up," Li Cuicui said. As much as her heart ached for Gu Dashishi, she didn't want to exploit Seventh and his wife any further.
Before, they had put on a good show for outsiders, claiming the brothers had pooled their water, but in reality, hadn't Seventh provided all of it?
