Mrs. Fan watched with burning envy, but her husband was busy with carpentry, her father-in-law was in poor health and unable to work in the fields, her mother-in-law loved to slack off, and her son was too young—if he wasn't throwing a tantrum, it was already a blessing from the Buddha—so she genuinely couldn't find anyone to help.
By the time she finally returned home, there was not the slightest trace of smoke rising from the kitchen chimney, and she knew the whole family was waiting for her to start the fire and cook.
"I've been working all day and don't even get a hot meal when I come back! They say marrying a man brings food and clothing, but I haven't eaten or worn anything decent, and I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to marry into your family!"
Chapter 88