Li Ye turned toward the source of the voice in surprise and saw a woman coming down from the attic, combing her hair as she walked and yawning all the while.
The women from several nearby households also seemed to have arranged it beforehand, emerging one after another, all looking as though they had just woken up.
Li Ye's sharp eyes caught the calluses on their hands, as well as their tough, fiery spirit.
Only then did Li Ye remember that during the Great Layoff in the nineties, Shanghai had an enormous number of textile workers.
And most of them had to work night shifts, which was incredibly hard.
Hearing the woman's contempt, a man who was cooking looked somewhat unhappy as he defended himself. "It's true that your night shifts are hard, but we don't do this because of some night-shift allowance—"
"Give it a rest! If we earned less than you, would you cook for us? Who's the fool here?"
"..."
A woman interrupted her husband's explanation, then asked Li Ye, "Young man, don't you agree?"
So that was where Shanghai men's cooking skills came from?
Li Ye immediately said, "Big sister, you're absolutely right. My wife is more capable than I am, so I'm the best cook in the house."
"Ha ha ha ha~"
"You're married so young? Mm, your wife is very pretty!"
"So you can cook too! Then your wife is quite lucky."
The group of female workers burst into laughter, and Wen Leyu laughed along with them.
If they were talking about who in the Li family was the most capable, Wen Leyu might not rank first, but she too had been doing her utmost to strive for this family. As long as you gave your all for the family, the men in the