After Jiang Shiyue moved all the clothes out of the upper wooden box, she dragged the empty box to the ground and opened the lower wooden box. Most of the clothes in the upper box were thin spring, autumn and summer clothes, while the clothes in the lower box were autumn and winter clothes.

There are two neat rows of shoes under the bed.

Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but "tsk"!

The original owner had thirty yuan a month, which she either spent on clothes or cosmetics, but never contributed to the household expenses. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to save up two full boxes of clothes and shoes after three years of marriage.

Most of the clothes looked like new, with only a few pieces that were probably liked by the original owner and could be seen to have been worn.

Chen Shanhe walked in at this time, his sleeves still rolled up above his elbows, holding a lunch box in one hand. He looked at the crowded room and frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"The sun is shining brightly today, and I want to dry some clothes out to dry." Jiang Shiyue lied without changing her expression. A man as upright as Chen Shanhe would never accept her suggestion to buy clothes on the black market.

As he spoke, he took an aluminum lunch box from Chen Shanhe's hand very naturally, put it on the square table, sat down and started eating.

After a busy morning, I was really hungry.

Chen Shanhe: “…”

This is his and Yangyang’s breakfast.

In the past, Jiang Shiyue never ate with them.

Jiang Shiyue saw Chen Shanhe looking at her, so she put another lunch box in front of her and called Yangyang to eat.

She blinked. Two meals?! She looked through the original owner's memories again and was stunned.

She was a soul traveler, and although she accepted the memories of the original owner, it was like multiple hard drive partitions in a computer. If she didn't read them deliberately, her own memories would still be the main one.

Just like she only remembered that she had eaten sandwiches and milk yesterday morning, she had to think about it carefully to realize that the original owner drank millet porridge yesterday morning.

I also learned that the original owner never ate with Chen Shanhe and his son before.

She refused to eat in the cafeteria with Chen Shanhe and ate alone, and only ate fine grains. She exchanged all the coarse grains for cloth coupons and other coupons.

She is so vain that she would rather starve than buy clothes. She can eat less, but she will never eat whole grains.

It is simply the best of the best!

Jiang Shiyue hesitated for a moment, broke off the part of the steamed bread she had bitten, and put most of the remaining part on the lid of the aluminum lunch box. She pushed it in front of Chen Shanhe who was sitting between her and Yangyang. "I'm sorry, I was so busy that I forgot this was your meal. I broke off the part I had bitten, please don't be disgusted."

Chen Shanhe shook his head, "You eat! I'm not hungry."

It seems that Jiang Shiyue has really changed and is even willing to eat steamed bread.

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach started to growl.

Chen Shanhe pursed his lips.

Jiang Shiyue knew that this was an era of food and clothing shortages, and food was in limited supply, so even if you had money, you couldn't buy it freely.

Most people's rations are barely enough to eat.

She was just a free person and needed this meal more than Chen Shanhe who needed to work, not to mention that the meal originally belonged to someone else.

Jiang Shiyue thought for a moment and imitated the original owner's tone, saying disdainfully, "This steamed bread is too rough and scratches my throat. I can't swallow it."

Chen Shanhe didn't say anything else. He picked up the steamed bread and started to eat it, thinking that it is difficult to change one's nature.

No matter how much he hated it, he knew how to deal with Jiang Shiyue.

Jiang Shiyue was hesitating whether to return the remaining half lunch box of white radish soup to Chen Shanhe, when she saw Yangyang, who was sitting opposite her, staring at the lunch box in front of him.

The top layer of his lunch box contained steamed potatoes that Chen Shanhe had just cut into small pieces for him, and the bottom layer contained watery radish soup.

Chen Shanhe followed Jiang Shiyue's gaze and looked at Yangyang's potatoes. He frowned and reached out to grab the potatoes, but he was still a step too late.

Yangyang grabbed the top of the lunch box and threw it out.

The aluminum lunch box hit the brick floor with a thud, and potato chunks scattered all over the floor.

Jiang Shiyue looked at Chen Shanhe blankly. The original owner did not eat with them father and son, nor did he take care of Yangyang. He had never encountered such a situation.

Chen Shanhe bent down to pick up the lunch box on the ground and explained, "It was my negligence. He only likes to eat foods in odd numbers."

"Single?"

"Yeah. Like steamed potatoes should be cut into three, five, or seven pieces. Otherwise he gets angry."

Chen Shanhe was so focused on observing Jiang Shiyue that he forgot about this matter and cut the potatoes into eight pieces.

Jiang Shiyue was surprised, "He knows numbers?"

"Maybe." Chen Shanhe was not too sure. He had to work on weekdays and could not take Yangyang with him at all times, so he usually left him at home.

Yangyang usually doesn't leave the inner room, and Jiang Shiyue doesn't care about him.

In addition, Yangyang hardly spoke, so Chen Shanhe didn't know whether Yangyang knew how to count or not.

I knew he liked odd numbers because I learned this from experience after Yangyang broke dishes several times.

As for whether Yangyang judged based on numbers or something else, he was not sure.

Jiang Shiyue's eyes fell on Yangyang, who had calmed down again after dropping the plate, and she thought that this child might not just have ordinary autism.

**

After dinner, Chen Shanhe went to "work". After Jiang Shiyue washed the clothes, she took the reluctant Yangyang to the outside of the family compound to dry the clothes.

There are several trees as thick as bowls outside the wall of the family compound.

Jiang Shiyue stretched a rope between two adjacent trees and hung the freshly washed light clothes and the thick clothes to be dried on the rope. Then, she moved a small stool and sat side by side with Yangyang in the shade of the tree.

Given the original owner's character, if she hadn't sat here watching, it's hard to say what the clothes would have ended up like. Whether they were stained with feces, cut up, or even thrown away, it wouldn't have been surprising.

Yangyang clearly didn't like having his routine disrupted. He gripped the edge of the bench with both hands and kept tapping it. But he wasn't as upset as the potatoes being cut into even numbers. He would occasionally glance at Jiang Shiyue, who was hanging out the laundry, and his mood would calm down a bit.

Jiang Shiyue picked up a small piece of dry branch and wrote the multiplication table on the dirt ground.

From the moment Jiang Shiyue wrote down the first number, Yangyang stopped snapping his fingers and looked at her without blinking.

After finishing writing, Jiang Shiyue explained to Yangyang the meaning of the multiplication table, such as how to calculate that three times three equals nine.

He demonstrated again how to write the Arabic numerals from zero to nine. Then he asked Yangyang uncertainly, "Do you understand?"

It's indeed difficult to teach a three-year-old the multiplication table directly. However, Jiang Shiyue wanted to know if Yangyang had genius autism.

A genius! Of course he can't be like an ordinary kid.

Yangyang still didn't say anything, just looked up at Jiang Shiyue.

Jiang Shiyue couldn't guess what he meant by that look, so she simply broke the dry branch in her hand into two pieces and handed one of them to Yangyang. "How about we have a competition and let it count? If you win, I'll treat you to meat tomorrow! And if I win, you have to talk to me from now on."

Yangyang didn't say anything, but took the branch.

Jiang Shiyue pulled Yangyang around, turned her back to the multiplication table she had written, and gave the test question, "Two times three."

Jiang Shiyue quickly wrote a 6, covered it with her feet and looked at Yangyang.