Old Mrs. Song's tears never stopped, and Fang Jie felt heartbroken watching her.

Such a strong person before, now tormented like this.

Although her mother-in-law had treated her badly in the past, constantly belittling her and even kicking her family out.

Over the years, she harbored resentment. But she was, after all, her husband's mother. With Song Darong gone, she temporarily put aside her resentment and took good care of her husband's mother.

Seeing her mother-in-law crying so pitifully, she felt terrible.

In the courtyard, Song Dalong and Song Dapeng each found a strip of cloth to cover their noses, and washed the filth in the basin with utter despair.

Song Fanxing sat there silently, staring at them.

Song Dalong glanced back at Song Fanxing.

He muttered to himself, "That brat, she doesn't act like a three-year-old at all."

Song Fanxing pretended not to hear.

Suddenly, she glanced towards the doorway.

Song Dani and Song Erni craned their necks to look into the yard.

Just as Song Dapeng was about to call them, the two of them took off running.

As Song Erni ran, she said, "Sister, I saw it. Those things from Grandma's are disgusting."

Song Dani: "I can't stand it either. Dad wants us to go take a shower, but I can't stand it. I can tolerate everything else, but this is the only thing I can't tolerate."

"I don't want to wash either. I never want to go into the milk room again."

"Okay, let's stay until the afternoon before going back. They'll definitely be done washing by then."

Song Dani and Song Erni ran straight towards the village primary school.

Li Zhen ran back to her house and immediately changed and washed her clothes.

She's disgusting.

She glanced out the window and saw that Song Dalong and Song Dapeng were still washing, gagging as they did so.

Song Fanxing gave the two of them a cold glance.

“It’s your own mother, what’s there to complain about! Haven’t your second and third uncles ever washed diapers for your children? Just imagine the breast milk as your own child.”

Song Dalong: "Your second aunt washed the diapers for my two children. I never did that."

Song Dapeng also said, "I've never done it either."

After a pause, Song Fanxing concluded, "You are neither good fathers nor good sons."

Being lectured by a 3-year-old child made Song Dalong look very unhappy, while Song Dapeng seemed indifferent.

Fang Jie wiped her mother-in-law's face and brought in the food.

After all that fuss, the food was completely cold.

Fang Jie turned around and prepared to go out to heat up the food.

The mother-in-law started yelling, her eyes fixed on Fang Jie's bowl.

Fang Jie guessed that she was hungry.

However, she still said, "Mom, it's cold. I'm afraid your stomach won't be able to handle it if you eat it. I'll heat it up. Wait a minute."

After saying that, ignoring her mother-in-law's calls, she went out and poured the corn porridge and poached eggs into a pot, then lit a fire to heat it up.

Li Zhen walked over and saw two eggs in the pot.

He said sarcastically, "Your family is doing pretty well now, huh? You're even eating eggs now."

Fang Jie ignored her.

Li Zhen continued, "Fang Jie, what are you after? The old woman treated you like that before, don't you hold a grudge against her? If she treated me like that, I would hate her to death and wouldn't care whether she lives or dies."

Fang Jie: "She didn't treat you like that, but you didn't care whether she lived or died, did you?"

Li Zhen pouted, "How can you blame me? In her current state, I don't even want to go into her room. Don't think I'm heartless; what daughter-in-law can stand a mother-in-law like that? I certainly can't."

"I can't stand it, what can you do about it?"

"Just ignore her and let her fend for herself. It won't be long before she decides she doesn't want to live anymore. Her death would be a relief for both of us. The way she's living now is just suffering for her. Really, I advise you not to bother with her anymore."

Upon hearing Li Zhen's words, Song Fanxing glanced at Old Lady Song's house.

The kitchen was not far from Old Lady Song's house, separated by only one wall.

Old Mrs. Song heard everything Li Zhen said and was so angry she gritted her teeth.

If she recovers, she will definitely drive that wicked woman out.

Fang Jie was shocked that Li Zhen would say such things so openly, and she shouted at her to get out.

Li Zhen curled her lip, "Idiot! Don't know what's good for you!"

Fang Jie heated up the food and brought it into the house.

I put the bowl aside, helped my mother-in-law sit up, and put a pillow under her back.

Old Mrs. Song stared at the bowl and shouted "Ah ah ah!"

Fang Jie picked up the bowl, divided the egg into four pieces, and fed one piece to her mother-in-law.

Grandma Song wolfed down her food, then cried out in pain. Fang Jie continued to feed her, reminding her, "Mom, don't rush, eat slowly."

The old woman didn't care about any of that; she was starving and only hoped her daughter-in-law would feed her quickly.

After the room was cleaned up, Song Fanxing dared to go in. She stood there watching Zhuang Jie feed her.

It's speculated that Song Dalong and Song Dapeng's families might not have fed her during this period.

Her mother is so hungry, she looks like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Grandma Song quickly finished the two eggs and drank a large bowl of corn porridge.

She seemed not to be full yet, and kept looking into the bowl.

Fang Jie said, "You can't eat too much at once, your stomach can't handle it. Make sure lunch is ready before you eat."

Old Mrs. Song glared fiercely at Fang Jie.

This daughter-in-law is also malicious; she wants to starve her old woman to death.

Song Fanxing could tell what she was thinking just by looking into her eyes.

He said, "Grandma, you'd better be polite and friendly to my mother. Without her, you'd still be sleeping with excrement and urine. Without her, your two good sons would starve you to death on this kang sooner or later. If you died, they probably wouldn't even clean up after you; they'd just bury you."

Old Mrs. Song was angry, but she knew that the brat was right.

During her illness, she finally understood what it meant to have no filial children by the bedside of a chronically ill patient.

She urinated on the kang (a heated brick bed), but no one cleaned her up. She was hungry, but no one gave her a bite to eat. She couldn't remember how many days she had gone without a bite of food or a drop of water.

The old woman was terrified of the feeling of lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) waiting to die.

She believed that her two sons and daughters-in-law were hoping for her to die soon.

And then there's her heartless daughter, Song Cuicui. She's been sick for so long, and she lives so close by, yet she hasn't come to see her even once.

All these children have been raised in vain...

Seeing that Granny Song was dejected, Song Fanxing took Fang Jie's hand.

"Mom, let's go home."

Fang Jie glanced at her mother-in-law, then took her daughter's hand and left.

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

That's the kind of person her mother-in-law is.

She might do all this without her mother-in-law feeling any gratitude. But she did it all to be true to her conscience and to be true to her husband.

Fang Jie went home, changed her clothes, and started making lunch.

I made a potato and green bean stew, a cucumber and egg soup, and steamed a pot of pumpkin buns.

The freshly steamed pumpkin buns were plump and soft, and Song Fanxing was so tempted that she chased after Fang Jie.

"Mom, is dinner ready?"

Fang Jie found it amusing. "Yes, dinner's ready. Help Mom get the chopsticks."

Song Yaohua ran over and said, "Mom, let me get you the bowl."

He originally called her "Mom," but his younger sister liked to call her "Mom," so he couldn't help but call her "Mom" too.