The Zhao Family by the fish pond.
Once Zhao Datu got home, he threw down the hoe and was about to lie down in the hall to wait for dinner, but the loud voice behind him immediately bellowed, "Is this where the hoe is supposed to be? Can you just throw it anywhere? Take the hoe back to the storeroom!"
Zhao Datu turned around nonchalantly, first glared at Daniu, then said, "Aren't you going that way to the storeroom? Take it there for me on the way."
"I should put it away for you? Does that mean I should eat your dinner for you later? Hurry up and put it back!" Daniu's voice soared into the air, and Auntie Zhao and Second Auntie Zhao in the kitchen heard it loud and clear.
Auntie Zhao sighed.
Ever since Daniu married into the family, there hadn't been a single day of peace, constant bickering, and Daniu was far too domineering. If things didn't go her way, she was ready to resort to violence.
But Second Auntie Zhao was always smug about it.
