“That Aunt Zhao, she says she’s so capable, but when I asked her to get two bottles of milk powder for my son, she couldn’t even do it.”

"If you can't do it, don't make promises you can't keep. You've made me wait in vain. People like that are really despicable. They're just making empty boasts!"

Among them was the person who had previously asked Aunt Zhao to help buy milk powder; the other party was a young married woman.

She couldn't help but speak up for Aunt Zhao, "Aunt Zhao has a way to buy milk powder. She even bought milk powder for me before, but we had to prepare the milk coupons ourselves."

Lin Qingqing choked, feeling a little embarrassed. She hadn't expected that her gossip about others would attract the attention of someone in the know.

She quickly regained her composure, determined not to let anyone see through her disguise.

"I don't know, maybe she looks down on me."

“How could that be? Aunt Zhao isn’t that kind of person. She was the one who took the initiative to help me get the milk powder!” the young wife said.

Aunt Zhao had heard that she didn't have enough breast milk for her baby, and since she happened to have access to milk powder, she offered to get her a few bottles.

Lin Qingqing's eyes darted around, and a wicked thought popped into her head, "Could it be that Aunt Zhao embezzled your money? Otherwise, why would she be so kind?"

"I'm just too smart. I know the price of milk powder on the market, so she can't embezzle from it, which is why she won't help me bring it."

The young wife replied, "No, we know the prices of milk powder on the market."

“The milk powder that Aunt Zhao brought us was priced the same as the market price; she never took any money from us.”

"Don't think so badly of others. There must be some misunderstanding here that we don't know about."

"You and she have a misunderstanding. I suggest you take the initiative to go and talk to her to clear things up."

"We live in the same residential compound, and we see each other all the time. It would be so awkward!"

Lin Qingqing thought to herself that she didn't want to see Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao was so angry when she left her house before, so when she went there, she was met with indifference.

"There's no misunderstanding between us. What misunderstanding could there be between us?"

"Aunt Zhao is exactly the kind of person I described. What do you mean by constantly taking her side? Do you think I'm lying?"

The young woman's face turned pale and then red; Lin Qingqing was now somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Well, no matter what she says now, Lin Qingqing won't listen. She'd better mind her own business.

Seeing that her young wife had stopped talking, Lin Qingqing was extremely pleased with herself and immediately straightened her back, like a victorious rooster.

After finishing gossiping about Aunt Zhao outside, Lin Qingqing went home satisfied and went to cook dinner.

She hadn't finished cooking when her son became extremely hungry. She desperately wanted to breastfeed him, but she couldn't express a single drop of milk.

We've already finished the rice porridge at home, and it's a bit too late to make more now.

A thought flashed through her mind, and without saying a word, she picked up her son and walked out.

At Sang Feiyu's house on the other side, they were preparing to have dinner when they heard a loud knocking on the door.

"I know you're home, open the door! I need to talk to you."

It was Lin Qingqing's voice.

When the adults in the family heard her voice, they were about to open the door, but they remained seated, eating and doing whatever they wanted, and no one wanted to open the door.

Sang Feiyu deliberately went back to her room and put Xiao Duomi into her spatial dimension so that she wouldn't be disturbed by the noise from outside.

Lin Qingqing waited outside for a while, but no one came to open the door. She got a little angry. "If my son starves to death, can you take responsibility?"