Chapter 74 If you want to be filial, do it yourself, don't drag us into it.

After Grandma Jiang and her husband Jiang San left, Yang Yuemei belatedly realized what had happened:

"Hey, how could you say that? That's our mother, after all. She's getting old and senile. Why are you arguing with her about these things... Jiang Jianni, where are you going?"

The next sentence suddenly became so high-pitched it could pierce one's eardrums.

Jiang Jianni smiled at her: "Mom, don't you miss Grandma? I'll go and call Grandma, Uncle, and Aunt back."

"You, you, you..."

Jiang Jianni slowly turned around, smiled gently at Yang Yuemei, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Mom, if you want to be your dutiful daughter-in-law, then go ahead, we won't object."

"But please don't drag us into this."

Yang Yuemei was trembling with anger. She wanted to say something to Jiang Jianni, but found herself at a loss for words—she knew very well that no matter what she said, Jiang Jianni wouldn't listen.

She suddenly felt a sense of sorrow, like children growing up and no longer being under their parents' control.

Jiang's father sighed: "Yuemi, we're getting old. From now on, let's not worry about the children's affairs anymore, let them be."

They'll all be relying on their children to support them in the future, so how can they boss their children around?

Yang Yuemei's face was ashen; she didn't want to admit she was getting old.

Jiang Jianni pretended not to see her mother's expression and rolled up her sleeves, indicating that she was going to make something delicious for her father.

It wasn't really anything special, just a radish and pork rib soup.

Yang Yuemei frowned as she looked at him: "Two pounds of pork ribs, how could you eat them all?"

"Oh dear, you're doing it wrong, it has to be like this..."

"Half an hour? How many briquettes of coal would you be using up..."

Jiang Jianni angrily threw down the kitchen knife: "If you can do it, then you do it! You do it! I'll watch you do it! Go ahead and do it."

Yang Yuemei shut up in embarrassment.

She has been an ordinary person since birth.

Before I got married, I had five sisters in my family. Raising five children was no easy task, let alone feeding them well.

After getting married, she first encountered a wicked mother-in-law. After finally separating from her husband, Jiang's father had a low salary and still had to pay rent and support his parents-in-law. She herself was unemployed and had two children, so life never got better.

His work has always been boiled dishes.

The main point is to make do with whatever is edible.

In recent years, life has improved and there is a greater variety of vegetables and meats available, but her cooking skills have not improved, nor has she ever thought about improving them.

Even when I told her to learn it, she still complained a lot, always bringing up how things were before.

I'll still do things my own way next time I cook.

They were reluctant to use oil, soy sauce, and vinegar, and they forgot to use other condiments they bought until they expired and spoiled.

The key point is that she's not only bad at cooking herself, but she also complains a lot when others cook, thinking it's a waste of ingredients.

Jiang Haibing travels all over the country, meets many people, and eats a lot of good food. He brings back things like cured meat, salted fish, dried chicken, dried duck, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms, which Yang Yuemei always takes to visit relatives, just to show off that her family has good things.

But in reality, these good things never actually reach the mouths of our own people.

After a few more visits, Jiang Haibing would either not bring any home, or if he did, he would cook it himself, thus not giving Yang Yuemei a chance to do him a favor.

Even so, Yang Yuemei didn't realize anything and continued to complain as usual.

In the past, everyone was understanding, accommodating, and forgiving towards her, but now, Jiang Jianni doesn't want to be understanding anymore.

Yang Yuemei: "You, you, you, child, I'm just saying a few words to you..."

Jiang's father called from outside, "Yuemi, come here, I'm thirsty, can you get me some hot water?"

Yang Yuemei hurriedly went out.

Jiang's father sighed and once again instructed his wife: "The child is grown up now, not a child anymore. You should let go when you should, and not interfere when you shouldn't."

Yang Yuemei felt wronged: "I just felt she was wrong, so I said a few more words..."

Jiang's father asked, "Between you and Jia Ni, who cooks better, you or Jia Ni?"

Yang Yuemei: "..."

Need I say more? Of course, it's because Jiang Jianni cooks better.

Jiang Jiani is generous with the amount of oil and seasonings she uses when cooking.

A whole bunch of scallions, ginger, and garlic from a hot pot.

With so many seasonings, even a pile of excrement can be made to smell delicious.

Looking at his wife's speechless expression, Jiang's father found it both amusing and exasperating: "You can't even cook as well as she can. Do you think she'll listen to you? She'll only annoy you."

"You mean you?"

"Hey, wouldn't it be better to just cook something ready-made for you, since you're a child?"

"Let's leave the rest aside, okay?"

Yang Yuemei wanted to refute but didn't know how: "But, but she uses too much stuff when she cooks..."

Jiang's father: "Anyway, you weren't the one buying these things these past two years, so just let them do as they please."

After a lifetime of hard work, suddenly there's no place for me to use my talents, and I'm always disliked by my children.

Before Jiang's father could recover from the devastating news that he might not be able to work in the future, Jiang's mother was already feeling down.

Around 10 o'clock, three leaders from the steel plant arrived.

They originally came to visit and comfort Jiang's father, but as soon as they entered, they smelled the aroma of stewing.

The secretary following behind was a recent graduate who blurted out, "Pork rib soup."

His boss glared at him fiercely, and the young man quickly lowered his head in fright.

Mr. Jiang quickly stood up and asked nervously, "Factory manager, director, what brings you here?"

The three of them didn't come empty-handed. They handed Yang Yuemei, who opened the door, five pounds of meat, a chicken, five pounds of eggs, two cans of milk powder, and two cans of food, and then gave Jiang's father a red envelope.

"Old Jiang, you've really helped me a lot this time."

"If it weren't for your help, our factory would have been in serious trouble this time. At this critical juncture, we might have even had to stop production."

If it weren't for Jiang's father's timely intervention, someone would have died.

If someone dies, the entire factory will be thoroughly investigated and scrutinized. Right now is the busiest time with the most orders. If we have to stop production for a few days, the entire factory will be paralyzed, and the losses will be incalculable.

Therefore, the leaders of the steel plant were truly grateful to Jiang's father from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the factory director.

The factory director was transferred here in the spring and initiated a series of reforms. The reforms haven't yielded any results yet. If someone dies, not only will the reforms fail, but he will also have to resign and his future will be ruined.

"This is two thousand yuan, it's your injury compensation and bonus from the factory."

"Don't think this is too little money. Our factory is also having a hard time right now. It's really not easy for us to spare two thousand yuan."

Jiang's father pushed the red envelope away, saying, "No, I can't accept this money. I just did what I should do."

The factory manager wouldn't let him refuse: "No, you have to accept it."

"That's a human life!"

"Isn't a human life worth two thousand yuan? Besides, this is the sentiment of all the employees in our factory."

“If you don’t accept it, I won’t be able to explain it to all the employees in our factory.”

"Don't worry, the factory will reimburse your subsequent treatment costs."

"We came here today not only to check on your situation, but also to ask for your opinion."

"How about we transfer you to logistics once you're better?"