Zhou Yongqin immediately put on a smile and said to Zheng Baozhu, "Baozhu, can you buy another blanket? Otherwise, they will not get along."

Chen Lifang looked at her daughter and shook her head slightly.

"Okay." Zheng Baozhu agreed readily.

Zhou Yongqin was delighted when she heard this: "I knew Baozhu was the most considerate. Thank you in advance, auntie!"

Zheng Baozhu continued, "You're welcome. The blanket is 200 yuan each. I won't charge you for the trip."

"Ah? 200 yuan?"

"If you think it's too expensive, there are some that cost 20 or 30 yuan, but they're not as thick and warm as the one I gave you. After all, this is a gift from me to my cousin's wife, so of course I have to choose the best."

Zhou Yongqin just spent a lot of money on her son’s wedding, and she can’t come up with 200 yuan now.

There were quite a few customers buying things in the store, and Zhou Yongqin still had some shame so she didn't ask Zheng Baozhu to give them away for free.

Although, this is what she meant in her mind.

…

When Zhou Yongqin was returning, she passed by the hospital and planned to take a look at her daughter and granddaughter before leaving.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the ward, I heard my daughter crying and hurried in.

Jiang Chongming was seen holding a broom and sweeping the broken bowls and chicken on the ground.

“Did you accidentally spill the chicken?”

Jiang Chongming looked up at Zhou Yongqin and said, "Mom, you came at the right time. Please enlighten Baoyi. She got angry and smashed the bowl just because it wasn't old hen soup. This bowl was borrowed from the restaurant."

Zheng Baoyi yelled, "You were the one who lied to me! You said it was old hen soup and it would take two hours to cook, but it turned out to be a little rooster."

Zhou Yongqin said: "The restaurant must have run out of old hens. It's all chicken soup. It's fine as long as the nutritional effect is achieved."

Jiang Chongming nodded: "I didn't know it was a little rooster."

Zheng Baoyi refused to listen: "You just dislike me for giving birth to a girl and think I don't deserve to drink old hen soup! Just throw the baby away!"

As he said this, he held the child and pretended to throw him away.

Jiang Chongming and Zhou Yongqin hurried forward to stop them.

Jiang Chongming held his daughter and said to Zhou Yongqin: "Mom, please help take care of Baoyi first. She may be suffering from postpartum depression and is very emotional. I am afraid she will hurt the child.

I'll ask the doctor if the child can be discharged first."