He could not help saying, "Pengfei's living expenses are less than twenty yuan a month. Why should Zhen Dong and Zhen Bei get fifty!"
Zhou Cheng smiled. "Pengfei needs some extra nourishment too. We can't have Zhen Dong and Zhen Bei drinking milk and eating meat every day while Pengfei just watches, can we? We're all family. Aunt and Uncle have a hard time earning money in the countryside. Third Uncle, surely you wouldn't mind using part of that hundred yuan to help support Pengfei?"
Zhuang Ganmei's face flushed red.
Wouldn't mind?
Of course he minded!
In the Zhuang family, everyone else had always subsidized his household. Since when was he supposed to subsidize anyone else?
Father Zhuang could no longer stop himself from pounding the table. Rather than address Zhou Cheng, he snapped at Zhuang Chaoying, "Eldest, look at this son of yours! Every word out of his mouth is about money. Does he look anything like a member of our Zhuang family anymore? Stop standing there like a block of wood. Tell him off!"
Everyone turned to look at him. Song Ying's and Lin Wufeng's gazes, in particular, left Zhuang Chaoying unbearably embarrassed.
Ever since Father Zhuang had suggested bringing Zhen Dong and Zhen Bei over, he had not known what to say.
He actually thought Zhou Cheng's words made a good deal of sense.
He and Huang Ling could contribute more for the younger generation, but the others could not contribute nothing at all.
He felt his mind had never been clearer, utterly unaware that Father Zhuang's slap last year had forcibly knocked some sense into him.
Huang Ling interjected, "Dad, I think Jingcheng has a point. Once we've talked it through, it's simple. Bring their ration allocations over and contribute another hundred a month, and I'll