The Almighty Wife explodes

Meng Yao, who was eating snacks on the sofa, didn't know that she was being targeted.

Watching the family ethics drama in the 90s was very exciting, and in the kitchen, Liu Mei was busy, bringing out a dish from time to time and placing it on the table, and incidentally glared at Meng Yao who was lying on the sofa with resentful eyes.

Everyday, delicious and lazy.

Liu Mei couldn't stand it anymore, she snorted coldly, and said to her impatiently.

"You don't know how to help. Seeing me exhausted here alone, you just know how to watch TV on the sofa. How can there be such a lazy woman like you in this world!"

Meng Yao glanced at her in her spare time.

He stuffed a potato chip into his mouth.

"You're tired!" she said with a look of surprise.

Liu Mei thought to herself: Isn't this nonsense? When Meng Jiancheng left, she asked her to make ten dishes by herself. Not all of them had to be big dishes, but all of them were what Meng Yao liked.

I don't know what Meng Jiancheng meant by this move.

However, after making these few dishes, she was exhausted!

Meng Qingya is the eldest lady who doesn't touch the sun with her ten fingers, and Meng Haoyu will be fine if she doesn't make trouble. The remaining one, Meng Yao, is even better, and she just lies on the sofa and watches TV.

While she was cooking, Meng Yao smiled happily on the sofa.

That laughter was like a magic voice, pouring into her ears, she was cooking bitterly here, while Meng Yao's side was as beautiful as a paradise.

You said, can Liu Mei have no objections?

"If you're tired, don't do it, or ask your husband to hire you a nanny."

After finishing speaking, Meng Yao opened her mouth wide, deliberately showing a shocked expression.

"No, no, your husband is so rich, yet he is reluctant to hire a nanny with you, Meimei, you can't see men well!"

Liu Mei choked her breath in her chest.

Unexpectedly, she couldn't refute it.

She knew that this dead girl couldn't say anything good, and every time she put a knife in someone's heart, and the knife saw blood.

"Shut up and watch your TV, you don't need to talk about what I do."

Meng Yao shrugged and sighed helplessly, "Okay."

Then she went on watching TV.

From the corner of the eye, Liu Mei continued to go to work in the kitchen. Liu Mei's back was chic, her shoulders trembled slightly, she must be angry.

The corners of Meng Yao's lips curled up slightly.

This family is so much fun.

"Sister, I'm back!" Meng Haoyu called out to Meng Yao as soon as he entered the door, before he could take off his shoes.

The willow plums in the kitchen are quite unpleasant.

This was the son she had raised for so many years, but instead of calling her after returning home, he called Meng Yao instead.

Liumei's shoveling force increased a bit.

"Why are you shouting, your sister is not dead, why are you shouting so loudly?"

Is this cursing her to die?
Meng Yao smiled, but didn't say anything.

The little fat man came to her with a cautious face, lowered his voice, and asked: "Sister, what happened, I don't think Mom is very happy."

Meng Yao watched TV and answered casually.

"Well, menopause is here, and that's normal."

Meng Haoyu tilted his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "What is menopause?"

"A kind of, um... a disease that can't be cured." Meng Yao explained slowly.

Meng Haoyu's eyes widened, and he stood up from the sofa in a jerk, with a sad expression on his face, and ran to the kitchen.

His eyes were red, and there was a questioning tone in his tone.

"why did not you tell me!"

Liu Mei was concentrating on cooking, but was startled by a voice behind her, and the shovel in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.