Chen Chunfeng recently had a granddaughter, which made him very unhappy. He found his daughter-in-law, who was in confinement after childbirth, even more of a nuisance.

"Here, eat up, or you'll say I'm mistreating you." Chen Chunfeng put the bowl on the bedside table, pulled a long face, and prepared to leave.

Yun Yanyan felt nauseous at the sight of the bland noodles. "Mom, can't you add a few eggs? I'm breastfeeding right now. If I don't eat well, how will I produce enough milk for my baby?"

"Eggs?" Chen Chunfeng glanced at him and sneered, "You gave birth to a worthless child and you still want to eat eggs? You're dreaming. You should be grateful that you have any to eat at all."

"You..." Yun Yanyan took a deep breath and asked in a calm voice, "Mom, what do you mean? Aren't girls also children of your Xu family? Besides, you keep calling me a money-loser, but aren't you a money-loser yourself? I haven't seen you eat a single less egg."

"Hey, you out-of-towner, you dare to argue with me? Who gave you permission to talk to me like that? I'm your mother-in-law, you have to listen to what I say. If you keep arguing with me, I'll have Weiming kick you out. Anyway, you're just a mistress who came to us. If it weren't for the fact that you were carrying a son, I wouldn't have let you into the house!"

Chen Chunfeng gets angry just thinking about it. If her son hadn't said that this woman was carrying a grandson, would she have been in such a hurry to get her son to divorce her? She even had to pay Zou Yu three thousand yuan for nothing. If she had known she was a money-loser, she would have just dragged it out, since she wasn't worth much anyway.

Yun Yanyan was so angry that her forehead throbbed, but she couldn't do anything about this old hag. She was an outsider, and her family was far away, so she couldn't support herself. She could only suffer in silence.

Although Xu Weiming was disappointed that Yun Yanyan had given birth to a daughter, she was still his first child, and he felt a pang of pity for her.

So when I came back from playing cards, I saw that my daughter was awake, so I went over and played with her.

Seeing the smile on her husband's face, Yun Yanyan turned away and deliberately pretended to be sad.

Xu Weiming, who was playing with his daughter, glanced at her and saw her like this. He had just won some money and was in a great mood, so he patiently asked, "What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"

"Nobody else, I just feel wronged for my daughter. No matter what, she is our biological child. I don't eat well every day, so I don't have much breast milk. Sometimes my daughter cries out from hunger, and it breaks my heart to see her like that."

As Yun Yanyan spoke, she reached out to wipe away her tears, but it was just for show. She was in her postpartum period and couldn't afford to cry, as it would leave her with health problems later.

Xu Weiming frowned. "Didn't Mom say she'd stew brown sugar eggs for you every day? She even killed a rooster to make soup for you? What, you haven't had any?"

He was out working every day and didn't pay much attention to his wife's food. But when he thought about how he had paid for it, he wondered who would eat it if Xiaoyan didn't eat it.

Yun Yanyan glanced at him and whispered, "Mom said I gave birth to a daughter and didn't deserve to eat such good food, so she gave it all to my eldest and second eldest brothers' families. Weiming, I was thinking of recovering quickly so I could give you a son. What if I develop a chronic illness and then give you a son?"

Xu Weiming was alarmed when he heard this. He had already been divorced once and did not want to divorce again because he could not have a son, so Xiaoyan's health could not be ruined.

"You wait here, I'll go out and see. It's all my money, how can I let you and your daughter suffer!"

Xu Weiming wasn't a generous person to begin with. It would be one thing if his parents ate all the nice things he had spent money on, but what was the point of giving them to his older brothers' families? Did his mother think that just because she didn't have a son, she had to support his older brothers' families?

That won't do. No matter how close a nephew is, he's not as close as one's own child. Even though he's a scoundrel, he still knows this.

Xu Weiming walked angrily into the kitchen and saw Chen Chunfeng ladling stewed chicken into a bowl. He asked, "Mom, are you going to give this to Xiaoyan? Why are you ladling it all out? Just take as much as she can eat, and save the rest for her afternoon snack!"

Chen Chunfeng paused, glared at him, and said, "Who said I was going to feed her? She can't even have a son. What a waste of my rooster."

"So who do you want to give it to?"

"Can't you give it to your older brothers to help them recover?"

"It just won't work," Xu Weiming shouted, snatching the spatula from Chen Chunfeng's hand and stirring it in the pot. Sure enough, the few good pieces of meat from the rooster were not in the pot; they must have been put into bowls for his older brothers.

So he simply poured the two bowls of chicken on the stove into the pot, saying, "The chicken I bought is for Xiaoyan, and no one else is allowed to touch it."

"Hey, you're going against me! What's wrong with giving some to your older brothers? What? Is your little cigarette precious, but others can't eat it?" Chen Chunfeng got angry looking at his youngest son's stubbornness. Is his wife more important than his brothers?

"I don't care. If they want to eat, they can buy it from you themselves. Besides, Xiaoyan is in her postpartum period and breastfeeding. How dare they steal the baby's food? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at? Mom, if you insist on giving it to my brother and his family, I'll go to their house and tell them. Let's see if they still have any shame."

Xu Weiming acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, which infuriated Chen Chunfeng.

"Fine, if you're so capable, then you can take care of yourself during this postpartum period. I'm not doing it anymore." Chen Chunfeng took off her apron and quit.

"Then Mom, give me back the five hundred I gave you, and I'll find someone to take care of Xiaoyan." Xu Weiming stretched out his hand and asked Chen Chunfeng for the money.

Who is Chen Chunfeng? Wanting money back after it's in her pocket? Don't even think about it.

"I have no money, that's what you gave me yourself."

"Mom, if you say that, I'll just take Xiaoyan and move to another city to live. Just pretend you don't have a son like me. Anyway, you don't care about me. How can Xiaoyan have another son if she doesn't have a proper postpartum period? You're just trying to cut off my family line."

Chen Chunfeng glared, holding her breath as she tied her apron back up. Most of her income now came from her youngest son's filial piety money; if he really didn't come back, wouldn't she suffer a huge loss?

Forget it, I'll just have to suffer this loss and take good care of this jinx during her postpartum period. Once she's out of the period, she can just wash her hands of it and do whatever she wants.

If it weren't for Zou Yu's incident, Xu Weiming's behavior right now could also be described as that of a good husband and a good father.

It's a pity that men sometimes seem like completely different people when they meet someone else; they're truly unpredictable.

A few days later, Sun Honghua came to the door carrying a basket of eggplants.

"Sister-in-law, you're busy!"

"Honghua, what are you so busy with? You're just looking after the kids for a bit. What brings you here today?"

Grandma Liu laid a bamboo mat on the ground, and to prevent the child from getting hurt, she also put a thin blanket on it. Then she put her granddaughter down and let her crawl over to her.