As soon as Lu Jiaojiao finished her words, Jia Liufei frowned and said, "No matter how small the amount is, that's still food and water. Even a mosquito's meat is still meat."
"But we clearly—"
Before Lu Jiaojiao finished her words, Wen Fuhua already pulled her up and said, "Jiaojiao, stop talking. You can't tell anyone about our family having supplies, or it will bring disaster to us."
Being reprimanded by her mother, Lu Jiaojiao stomped her feet and asked angrily, "Mom, don't you know that you are treated like a servant? We are not the only ones here. There are also my uncles and aunt? Why should we go get the supplies?"
"Fine. If you don't want to get the supplies, then you can skip the meal."
The moment she heard Wen Chang's cold voice, Lu Jiaojiao finally stopped complaining. After spending several months living with her cousin, she knew how ruthless he was. He would definitely do what he said.
