Sun Jianjun went on a business trip a few days ago and has been working the night shift these past two days. Sun Jianfang and her husband are temporary workers with irregular working hours.

Looking at the messy blankets on the sofa, you could tell that Sun Jianfang's husband, Tian Shulin, had already left.

The whole room was filled with smoke, the smell of stinky shoes and socks, and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. Ma Xiaolan almost vomited.

She leaned against the door frame for a moment, then walked toward the bedroom.

The door to the second bedroom suddenly opened, and Zhang Guiying came out with a gloomy face.

"Mom, you're up?"

Zhang Guiying grunted and asked, "How much is your salary exactly?"

Ma Xiaolan was baffled: "The salary is 25 yuan, isn't that what Jianjun has been receiving all along?"

"Then where did you get the money to buy malted milk powder? And you bought two cans at once?" Zhang Guiying said sternly.

Ma Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat. She had locked the malted milk powder in the cabinet yesterday. How did they know?

Could it be that Sun Jianjun told them?

"Mom, I didn't buy it. It was a gift from the neighbor next door."

"Does your neighbor think you're some kind of boss? Giving you such an expensive gift."

Having gotten used to being teased, Ma Xiaolan didn't take it seriously and said, "Xiuxiu is eight or nine years old. Children her age are already almost half a head taller than her. She's going to give Xiuxiu some extra nutrition."

"She's just a little girl; she'll belong to someone else's family sooner or later. What's the point of making up for her?"

Faced with her harsh words, Ma Xiaolan didn't argue and went inside.

She was so tired.

Xiuxiu was still asleep, so she touched her head.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while to calm down, she took out the key from her dowry chest and opened the cabinet.

She was dumbfounded.

Two cans of malted milk powder have disappeared!