Yuan Chun entered the room, sat down at the table, and played with a few small bills in her hand.
Zhao Dongxiu came out, glanced at the table, and said with a long face, "Da Bao is asleep. When he wakes up, take him to the factory area to find me for breastfeeding."
She then questioned, "Yuan Chun, why didn’t you bring Da Bao to find me this morning?"
Yuan Chun stood up, stuffed the small bills into her pocket, and replied impatiently, "Going back and forth to find you for breastfeeding is too troublesome. I fed Da Bao milk powder. My brother is going on a business trip tomorrow. He might as well bring back a few more packs of milk powder for Da Bao."
"Do you think milk powder is free? It’s so expensive," Zhao Dongxiu said, aching, "A single pack costs seven or eight yuan."
"No matter how expensive, it goes into your son’s mouth." Yuan Chun gave a mocking smile. "Wouldn’t you even buy some milk powder for your son?"
"I didn’t say I wouldn’t. It’s just that my milk supply is enough, and buying milk powder would be a waste of money." Zhao Dongxiu thought her sister-in-law was being unreasonable.
There’s no reasoning with her.
"You don’t have to buy milk powder, it’s fine. Anyway, if your son is hungry and there’s no milk powder, I’ll just give him warm water to drink, but warm water isn’t nutritious."
In any case, she wouldn’t be as foolish as the original owner, running back and forth four or five times a day to the factory apartment complex just to save some milk powder money for her stingy sister-in-law.
In the evening, when Wei Yuanfang was packing his luggage, Zhao Dongxiu reluctantly took out fifty yuan for him to buy milk powder, "Yuan Fang, spend wisely. We’ve almost spent all this month’s salaries."
"Wife, don’t worry, I won’t waste money. This money is all saved for buying milk powder for our son," Wei Yuanfang whispered, "Wife, you see how Yuan Chun has been coming to help us with the child and cooking. She works hard, so I was thinking of getting her some clothes when I go to the Northeast this time."
"Absolutely not. I can’t bear to replace my old clothes, so why buy for your sister? I forbid it," Zhao Dongxiu said in a low, vicious tone. "If you buy her clothes, I’d rather cut them with scissors than let her wear them."
"Wife, she’s my own sister, you..."
"Hmph, and I’m your wife. Why don’t you think of buying clothes for me? Wei Yuanfang, let me warn you, your sister will eventually marry and be someone else’s family, while I will be the one to spend a lifetime with you. In terms of relations, we’re the closest, and your sister will be an outsider. I won’t allow you to care about her more than me."
"Wei Yuanfang, did you hear me?"
"I heard, I heard, then I won’t buy it."
...
In these times, the apartment buildings really had no soundproofing. No matter how low the couple’s voices were, Yuan Chun heard every word of their conversation.
Yuan Chun sneered coldly and called out to her brother and sister-in-law’s room, "Brother, I’m going out for a bit, I’ll be back soon."
"Yuan Chun, it’s already dark, where are you going?"
"I ate too much just now, going out to walk it off."
"Then don’t go too far."
"Got it."
With a bang, Yuan Chun slammed the door shut.
Yuan Chun went to the small forest she visited during the day. As soon as she stepped in, Guo Changming jumped out, "Yuan Chun, why are you so late today? Did your sister-in-law make you work again?"
Yuan Chun’s tears immediately flowed, "Changming, why doesn’t my sister-in-law like me? I... I’m really trying my best to help her manage the household, but she’s still not satisfied. Changming, what should I do?"