Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1973 - 1974: Old Mrs. Zhang Reborn in the ’70s - Reforming the Ungrateful Children (5)
Since Wei Dazhi is so clear-headed, why did the original owner still end up in such a predicament? This puzzled Zhang Yu.
"Old man, since you’re so clear-headed, why didn’t you tell me before?" When unsure, ask directly.
Wei Dazhi was aggrieved, "How could I not have said it? I’ve been telling you, now that the kids are married and have children, we should let go."
"But you insisted on saying how hard they have it, so I had to agree."
"Now that you’ve come to understand, it’s better. We should enjoy good food and drinks, keep healthy, and hold onto our money, not let it go easily."
"The house too, whoever treats us well will get the house."
"Right now, their kindness is superficial. They rely on my money and expect you to do housework, so they must treat you well."
"But once we get old, when we have no money, and you can’t do housework or babysit for them, do you think they’ll still treat you well?"
"It’s still about what we have in our hands." Seeing his wife finally understand, Wei Dazhi said these words. If it were still like before, he definitely wouldn’t have said them.
Zhang Yu listened to Wei Dazhi’s words, feeling a sense of regret. If only the entrusted person listened more to her man, life would surely be better.
"Alright, if I ever get carried away again, you must remind me; I certainly won’t do such a foolish thing a second time."
"I think I’m such a fool, reluctant to spend on myself, yet ended up giving it all to the Feng family and Li family." Just thinking about it made Zhang Yu unwilling, "In short, such foolishness, we won’t do anymore."
"And about our daughter, people say daughters are parents’ little darling, but our daughter..." Forget it, she’s just a daughter draining from the family.
"Forget it, let’s not mention them, let’s head back." Having said what needed to be said, Zhang Yu decided to return, "I’ll tell you, once we go back, nobody will have washed the dishes."
Zhang Yu knew that even if she spoke up, no one at home would take her words seriously, they’d just think she’d end up washing the dishes herself.
Wei Dazhi didn’t argue back, he too knew that getting them to work was nearly impossible, none of them ever thought about doing housework.
The two pushed the door open, unsurprised to see the dining table still in the same state as when they left.
"Wei Jiang, Wei He, get out here!" Zhang Yu called out forcefully.
Wei Jiang and Wei He were already lying in bed; hearing Zhang Yu’s call, they came out unwillingly, "Mom, what’s up now?"
Zhang Yu was both amused and angered by their words, "What’s up now? What did I say before I left?"
"I said I’d cook, you wash the dishes. What, are my words going in one ear and out the other?" Zhang Yu glared, "Do you think I’m easy-going, thinking I’ll wash them once I’m back?"
"Go, wash the dishes, wash them clean, if they’re not clean, keep washing until they are."
Before resting, Wei Jiang and Wei He remembered the old lady’s words before she left about washing the dishes, but they felt tired, and usually, it’s the old lady who washes, and the family split is two days away, so they ignored it.
They didn’t expect the old lady would actually call them up to wash the dishes.
"It’s late now, we have to work tomorrow, Mom, it’s late, we’ll wash the dishes tomorrow morning." Wei Jiang kept assuring they’d get up early to wash the dishes the next day and then turned back to his room.
Seeing him return to his room, Wei He’s initial movements to tidy up the dishes stopped too, "Mom, I’m going back to rest."
Looking at the empty hall, Zhang Yu took a deep breath, "Let’s heat some water and then rest."
Without surprise, the hot water was almost gone, so she had to heat some more, "See, the family can’t split soon enough."
"Everyone thinks we can’t let them go."
"Even if they get up tomorrow, they still won’t wash; I won’t wash either."
"I’ve made up my mind, tomorrow night, we’ll eat out." Zhang Yu decided, regardless of them, "They have money in hand anyway."
Wei Dazhi had no objections, "Alright, we’ll eat out tomorrow."
"Just the two of us." Worried his wife might get carried away again and bring them along.
"Not bringing them." Though aware that these kids have been spoiled by the original owner, she hadn’t anticipated they’d be so excessive, really infuriating.
"Why bring them? It’s not like they don’t have money."
"Enough, let’s rest." Zhang Yu turned to go and rest.
Even knowing the old lady wouldn’t cook breakfast, Wei Jiang and the others habitually waited for her call, ending up late again.
Seeing it was getting late, Wei Jiang and his brother offer a slight apology, "Mom, there’s not enough time today."
"It’s fine, you can wash when you come back tonight." Zhang Yu remarked coolly, "As for tonight, your dad and I have things to do, so you’ll have to sort it out yourself."
Zhang Yu reminded them, Wei Jiang’s brothers looked at her in surprise, thinking that since they were late, the old lady would finish the task by now; how could she say this?
"Some things, you habitually procrastinate, expecting me to do them, but why should I?" Zhang Yu waved her hand, "From now on, these things are yours."
She could foresee the disputes over housework in the future, not that Wei Jiang’s household would quarrel over this, Feng Xia, as a homemaker, would definitely do it, otherwise, what else is there for her?
"That’s all, it’s getting late, if you don’t go now, you’ll be late, and it’ll be my fault." Seeing her sons fixed where they stood, Zhang Yu casually waved, signaling they might be late.
The two glanced at the time, then rushed out with a shout.
Today, as everyone passed by the Wei Family, they’d glance inside, puzzled by the day’s unusual atmosphere.
The normally fastidious Zhang Yu surprisingly allowed a pile of dishes to remain untouched on the table.
From morning through noon, nothing moved, just a heap left on the table.
Friends of Zhang Yu, Auntie Wang, and Granny Jiang were quite curious, asking why she hadn’t washed up the dishes.
"The family’s split, yesterday before our stroll, Old Wei and I told them the dishes were theirs to wash."
"When we came back, they were piled up like that; they said they’d wash first thing in the morning, but ended up late again."
"No problem, they didn’t wash in the morning, they can always do it when they return from work this evening." Zhang Yu said confidently, showing no sense of treating it as a major event.
Ah, Auntie Wang and Granny Jiang exchanged glances, "Family split?" More than Zhang Yu’s unwillingness to spoil her children, they were surprised she agreed to the split.
