Chapter 137 Differential Treatment

Yao Guohua was taken aback when he saw the steamed buns and pickled vegetables that Song Yuling brought out.

"This is all for lunch? I remember we still have meat coupons! I don't think we've had meat that many times this month!" Yao Guohua said with a smile.

Song Yuling was taken aback for a moment when she heard this, and then she smiled and explained.

"What can you do with those meat coupons? Isn't it your birthday the day after tomorrow? I was thinking of saving those coupons to buy some meat and some green beans."

I'll cook some green beans and braised pork for you.

Looking at Song Yuling's smiling face, Yao Guohua didn't say anything, just nodded, and then ate the steamed buns and pickled vegetables that Song Yuling had brought over.

Song Yuling secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Two days later, on Yao Guohua's birthday, he returned home and indeed ate braised pork with green beans.

There were plenty of green beans, but very few pieces of meat! Everyone took two pieces and that was it, leaving more than half a bowl of green beans.

Yao Guohua pretended not to notice this and continued eating heartily.

...

Yao Guohua looked at the blueprints in his hand, but suddenly couldn't concentrate on anything.

He glanced out the window and saw that Song Yuling had already gone to her son Jiang Xiaotao's room.

Yao Guohua remained expressionless.

After receiving his salary yesterday, he wanted to deposit the remaining twenty yuan into his old savings account.

When I got to the savings bank, I found out that all the money in my passbook had been withdrawn.

Yao Guohua only gave the passbook to Song Yuling, and he was certain that Song Yuling had withdrawn the money.

Knowing that Song Yuling wouldn't easily hand over that money, Yao Guohua started to make his plans...

...

After staying inside for a while, Yao Guohua came out and immediately spoke to Song Yuling.

"Yuling, I think I'll have to work overtime at the factory today and be back late. Just save some dinner for me, you guys eat first."

Upon hearing Yao Guohua's suggestion, Song Yuling quickly agreed.

I'll have a good talk with Yao Guohua tonight; he'll definitely be the same as before.

Song Yuling had made up her mind. She needed to be nice to Yao Guohua tonight, and then she would cook him something nice to eat tomorrow…

Isn't Yao Guohua the one who falls for this kind of thing the most?

I used to cook and deliver food to Yao Guohua all the time, and that's why he said he was better than Schumann, that he was more caring than Schumann.

Tomorrow... I'll make some meat-filled wontons!

As for tonight, let's just make do!

I just got paid yesterday, and I promised my son I'd make him braised pork. I even bought the pork and put it in the basin in the water tank in the kitchen...

I'll give my son a little extra treat tonight...

...

In the afternoon, when Song Yuling got off work, she made a special trip to Yao Guohua's workshop.

Seeing that Yao Guohua was still quietly discussing something with two young workers, holding blueprints in his hand, Song Yuling knew that Yao Guohua was right; he would probably be working overtime that night.

Song Yuling nodded to Yao Guohua, told him to go home early, and then rode away on her bicycle.

Yao Guohua wasn't in a hurry at all.

Song Yuling will be home cooking in a while!

He can still make it if he leaves later.

...

After lingering in the factory for a while longer, Yao Guohua watched as almost everyone left before rolling up the blueprints and preparing to go home.

Yao Guohua slowly rode his bicycle back to the courtyard where they lived, but did not push the door open and go in directly.

Instead, he propped up his bicycle at the door and smoked while leaning against it.

The main gate was closed, and smoke was already billowing from the chimney of the kitchen outside.

Faintly, Yao Guohua could still hear the sound of washing pots and the faint aroma of stewed meat coming from under the door...

Yao Guohua stood at the door the whole time.

He only stopped smoking when the noise from the kitchen subsided and the chimney stopped puffing out smoke. He then threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

Yao Guohua waited a while longer, and only five minutes after hearing Song Yuling call Jiang Xiaotao for dinner did he push open the door and enter the yard...

...

Song Yuling and Jiang Xiaotao were both surprised to see Yao Guohua walk towards the kitchen after parking his bicycle.

Song Yuling instinctively stood up and blocked the food Jiang Xiaotao was eating.

"Guohua, weren't you working overtime? Why are you back so soon?" Song Yuling asked hurriedly.

"Oh, there are two drawings with Engineer Zhang, but he's away on a business trip."

We can only get the blueprints after he comes back. Without those blueprints, we can't do anything, so we all dispersed.

That's good, coming back early means I can rest earlier.

What did you make tonight? It smells so good! Haha, stewed pork ribs! It smells amazing.

My portion is still in the pot, right?

Yao Guohua didn't even glance at Song Yuling's pale face before going straight to the stove and bringing over the pot of rice that had been reserved for her.

Lifting the pot lid in front of Song Yuling...

Inside was a mixed steamed bun, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of porridge.

Not a speck of oil can be seen.

The leftover rice in the pot contrasted sharply with the oily stewed ribs that Jiang Xiaotao was eating.

Song Yuling really wanted to say something.

But now everything has left her speechless.

Unless she can conjure up another bowl of stewed pork ribs.

Yao Guohua didn't say anything, but simply took the steamed buns out of the pot and started eating them with his chopsticks.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the last piece of pork rib left in Jiang Xiaotao's bowl and ate it.

Song Yuling...

Jiang Xiaotao's eyes were blazing with anger. He turned to look at Song Yuling, "Mom..."

Song Yuling quickly shook her head at him.

“Guohua…” Song Yuling sat down opposite Yao Guohua.

Hearing Song Yuling's soft voice, Yao Guohua suddenly felt a sense of disgust.

“I originally had five hundred yuan in that savings account,” Yao Guohua suddenly interrupted Song Yuling.

Song Yuling was taken aback.

"There used to be a thousand."

Later, Yao Shula went to the factory to make a scene, and the union asked me to send 150 yuan over, plus the money spent on our wedding.

Including the banquet, buying you clothes and shoes, and buying clothes and shoes for Jiang Xiaotao, the total cost was 350 yuan.

"So, you should have taken five hundred yuan from my savings account," Yao Guohua continued while eating.

"Guohua, I..."

"Give me the money tomorrow, I need it!" Yao Guohua completely ignored what Song Yuling was saying.

"Yao Guohua, do you not want to be with me anymore?" Song Yuling stood up abruptly.

Yao Guohua glanced at her, pointed to the steamed bun in his hand, and then to the white rice in front of Jiang Xiaotao.

Is this how you and I live our lives?

Song Yuling, if you still want to live with me, then withdraw the money and give it to me tomorrow.

I will give you living expenses every month.

If you don't take it out, then let's call it quits!

Song Yuling...

"You eat my mother's food, live in my mother's house, what right do you have to talk to my mother like that!" Jiang Xiaotao, who had been holding back his anger, immediately became angry.

Song Yuling quickly covered Jiang Xiaotao's mouth.

"Why? Because your mother can't afford to raise you on her own!" Yao Guohua glared coldly at Jiang Xiaotao.