The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 409 Kind-heartedly supporting you

"Little sister, this is what Mom asked me to bring you. Remember to eat it!"

Zhao Yumei smiled broadly and started talking loudly at the gate of the courtyard, as if afraid that others would not hear her.

She smugly lifted the cloth covering the basket, revealing nothing but some fried vegetable balls, which looked like they were covered in bits of human flesh.

Her smile widened when she saw the clothes Yang Guilan was wearing.

She's shown enough sincerity; she's sure she can get a piece of fabric!

I should hurry back and make myself some new clothes so I can go back to my parents' home in a few days.

Yang Guilan understood her intentions perfectly well. They had already made things clear and broken off all pretense of civility, but she never expected that this person would still have the audacity to come to her door.

She glanced at the contents of the basket, crossed her arms, leaned against the gate, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"There's no need to shout so loudly; all of our neighbors have already gone out."

"My mother-in-law and the others aren't home today, so they can't hear you yelling."

She scoffed, and Zhao Yumei's smile faltered without her saying anything about handing her the basket.

"This woman was cold and hungry on her way here to bring you these things."

"Little sister, why don't we go inside and talk?"

As Zhao Yumei was about to step inside, she became even bolder after hearing that Xie He and the others weren't home.

Isn't this perfect? ​​It's not easy to be discovered if I casually grab something and put it on my person.

Yang Guilan quickly stretched out a leg to block her, her meaning was clear, which made Zhao Yumei's face darken.

"Take your things and get out of here. Don't make me lay a hand on you during the New Year."

Of course, Zhao Yumei was unwilling to accept not getting any benefits, so she pulled up her sleeve and started wiping away tears at the door.

"Little sister, how can you be so heartless? This is Mother's gift; we wouldn't even eat it ourselves."

Zhao Yumei tried to move Yang Guilan with these words, and even peeked out to secretly observe her reaction.

Yang Guilan sneered, "What kind of sentiment? Is it that you want to curry favor with my in-laws now that they've become successful?"

This wasn't the first time she'd relentlessly pursued them since their family's fortunes improved; she was already well aware of her family's ulterior motives.

Zhao Yumei was furious when her secret was exposed: "You're slandering me! I brought you gifts out of kindness! I came to support you because I was worried that your in-laws would bully you, and this is how you treat me!"

As he spoke, he started acting unruly, sitting down on the ground and howling.

Yang Guilan wasn't buying it. She turned around, went into the yard, grabbed a broom, and waved it around, yelling, "Ha, spewing filth!"

She'd rather believe a sow can fly than believe what Zhao Yumei said! Besides, she'd never been bullied in her husband's family, so what right did she have to stand up for herself?

I have no idea how shameless this person is! Even though it's not a problem, they keep harassing me, as if being a jerk isn't enough.

"I'll make an exception this year and take the lead!"

She picked up the broom, and many snowflakes fell from it.

Seeing this, Zhao Yumei quickly got up and moved aside, no longer bothering to pretend.

"You ungrateful wretch! Mother was right, you're a complete ingrate!"

Before Yang Guilan's second blow could land, a basin of water suddenly poured out, soaking Zhao Yumei completely, and the basket was also leaking water.

Inside the courtyard gate, Wen Zizhong felt his hands suddenly lighten; he had used the largest basin in the house to carry the water.

"You cripple! I...I..."

"Ah!"

Seeing Wen Zizhong's innocent face, Zhao Yumei pointed at him and cursed him before sneezing several times in a row.

Yang Guilan was truly unhappy now. Since men couldn't lay a hand on women, she would do it herself!

"You damned woman! You're bringing bad luck during the New Year! I'll beat you so badly you won't even recognize Yang Baochai!"

She forcefully knocked down the hand that Zhao Yumei was pointing at Wen Zizhong, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, she slammed him to the ground and then struck Zhao Yumei's face with both hands.

"Stop calling me a cripple! If it weren't for me, your man would have been the one truly paralyzed!"

Yang Guilan straddled Zhao Yumei, hitting her while talking.

When Zhao Baocai was still a girl, he spied on the village girls taking a bath. When he was caught, one of his legs was broken!

If it weren't for her tireless embroidery work, selling her work and washing clothes to earn money to treat her leg, Yang Baocai would have been crippled long ago. How could Zhao Yumei have married into the family and enjoyed a life of leisure?

This lazybones is even worse than when she was being lazy!

Zhao Yumei was stunned by the beating, but she still retorted after hearing what she said: "As a younger sister, isn't that what you should do?"

"I should be your father!" Yang Guilan was so angry that she laughed, stood up and threw the basket at her hard.

"Get the hell out of here! If you come back, give me back the leg you healed for Yang Baocai!"

Yang Guilan tidied her hair, and Wen Zizhong, seeing that she had finished hitting her, came out and pulled her into the house.

"Look, your clothes are all wet. Go back and change, then warm yourself by the fire."

Yang Guilan instantly lost her temper when faced with Wen Zizhong, nodded slightly, and went inside, not forgetting to pick up the broom.

Not taking it? She genuinely thought Zhao Yumei would grab it when she left.

Wen Zizhong raised an eyebrow at Zhao Yumei on the ground, walked around the gate as if showing off, and then closed the gate.

Zhao Yumei was both cold and angry, knowing that Wen Zizhong was showing off that his leg was healed.

She didn't even have the energy to curse anymore, and seeing the water-soaked meatballs on the ground, she felt like crying.

It didn't contain much flour to begin with, it was mostly dried vegetables, and once it got wet, it scattered and couldn't be picked up.

She was freezing cold, and the wind made Zhao Yumei feel like she was about to faint.

Yang Baocai was still waiting at the village entrance, but when he saw that no one had come, he had no choice but to get off the donkey cart to go and see.

He walked halfway before he suddenly saw Zhao Yumei walking towards him.

Seeing that she no longer had a basket in her hand, he assumed that Yang Guilan had packed up her things and asked Zhao Yumei to invite him to dinner.

He went to greet her happily, only to find Zhao Yumei in a miserable state.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Zhao Yumei shoved him away violently, her voice trembling as she shouted, "What else could have happened?! Of course, it's because your good sister beat you up! And your paralyzed brother-in-law poured cold water on you!"

Yang Baocai was utterly speechless. So, in other words, they didn't get any meatballs, got nothing, and even lost a basket?

He didn't care whether Zhao Yumei was cold or not, and walked towards the village entrance with a stern face.

He had no money to spend during the New Year, and he and his family were hoping to make some money by trying to get something from him. But he ended up losing both his wife and his money – what bad luck!

Zhao Yumei got on the donkey cart, intending to tear off one of Yang Baocai's clothes to wear herself.

Yang Baochai clutched his collar tightly with one hand and pushed her away forcefully with the other: "Hold on a little longer, I'll hurry up and get the car done."

He climbed onto the cart and hurriedly urged the donkey on. Only a fool would give up his clothes to someone else in this cold weather!

Not even willing to wear a single piece of clothing, Zhao Yumei was so angry that she kept berating Yang Baocai from the donkey cart.

"Look at your brother-in-law, I heard that even when he was paralyzed in bed, he could make money from water, and he even opened a shop with big orders every day."

"Sigh! It's infuriating to compare yourself to others; some people are worse off than those who are paralyzed!"

Zhao Yumei transforms into an Yin-Yang Master, and even though she's freezing cold, she still talks about Yang Baocai.

Yang Baocai, who was used to being lazy, didn't care what she said and let it go in one ear and out the other.

Zhao Yumei, feeling she had made a fool of herself, simply pursed her lips and said nothing more.