After tidying up all morning, Guo Xiaotao's room was finally clean.
Guo Jingling even spent two yuan to hire an acquaintance, an old lady, to stitch and patch up the torn bedding.
Around noon, Yuan Chun left the room and went to the kitchen to cook.
She only cooked for herself.
Seeing her eating with relish, but without a share for him, Guo Jingling angrily walked over, ready to overturn the table, only to be kicked away by Yuan Chun, "You don't even contribute a cent to the food expenses, and you still want to eat my cooking? Dream on!"
Guo Jingling got up, and angrily said, "You're obsessed with money. The second day you came in, my dad gave you twenty yuan, how can you say you weren't given money."
"That was pocket money you gave me, not food expenses. If you want to eat my cooking, okay, give me food expenses, twenty-five yuan a month."
"Why don't you go rob someone,"
Guo Jingling shouted angrily.
