As soon as he heard the child cry, he started yelling at Zhang Hongmei.

"Are you dead? Didn't you hear the child crying?"

Despite feeling unwell, Zhang Hongmei still had to take care of the children.

She was already angry, and now her mother-in-law wasn't cooking for her properly.

This resulted in her health being very poor.

She doesn't know how many times she's cried in secret.

The children born at great risk are often met with various forms of disdain.

"Mom, can you hold her? She's hungry, I'll go cook her some rice porridge."

Aunt Wang glared at him: "You still want me to hold you? You gave birth to her, so take care of her yourself!"

"She gave birth to a useless little girl."

Zhang Hongmei's eyes were brimming with tears.

How can we live with such a young child?

She doesn't have breast milk.

But what should we do?

She never expected the Wang family to be so heartless; this was also a member of the Wang family!

"Mother, isn't Wang Xiaohua also a daughter? Don't you love her just as much?"

"I only had a daughter as my first child, but I will have a son in the future. Mom, can you please love her more?"

Aunt Wang tossed her hand dismissively and left.

Lying in bed, listening to her child's cries, Zhang Hongmei felt utterly hopeless.

Why?

Why is my life so miserable?

Despite feeling unwell, she still had to get up and find food for her child.

She secretly found some white steamed buns in the kitchen.

Just a small piece.

It's probably leftovers from Wang Xiaohua.

She poured some hot water, soaked the steamed buns until they were mushy, and then fed them to the child little by little.

Her daughter was probably starving; she ate with gusto, but Zhang Hongmei didn't dare let her eat too much.

They secretly wrapped the steamed buns and hid them in the cracks between the bricks.