"Right, but was the white sweet potato your family gave to the Bai family squeezed from your reserve?" Zhou Ying asked again.
Mrs. Bai was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
She wasn't happy, but she wasn't stupid.
After listening to Zhou Ying's analysis, she knew she was overthinking it.
Although Tienie's aunt and family were assigned to their family, they did not consume their food because they worked for it. To put it bluntly, their family didn't owe her anything.
Instead, the food that Mrs. Bai had given to her maternal family had been squeezed out of her own family's mouths.
Zhou Ying knew she had changed her mind, so she didn't persuade her anymore. Instead, she asked, "By the way, Auntie, are you not digging for arrowroot this year?"