Xu Keke had successfully arranged for Zhao Di to meet Du Yi's mother, thus achieving her goal for the day.
She picked up the lunchbox and was about to leave with Zhao Di.
Looking at Zhao Di, who still seemed reluctant to part with him, and then at Xu Keke, who hadn't given him a second glance since they came in, Song Lin felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Seeing Song Lin looking her up and down, Xu Keke frowned impatiently. "Alright, your apprentice is taking care of you, why do you need so many people to wait on you? You're not some capitalist's young master, that's enough, what's with the spoiled attitude? You and your apprentice are really a pair, both more spoiled than the other. Look at Du Yi, he even pours his own water."
"No offense to you, Meijia, but don't just think about your master. When you're pouring water, think about Du Yi too. And your master's clothes as well,"
Xu Keke pointed to the clothes Song Lin had placed at the foot of the bed, which she wanted her to take back and wash for him.
“You’re out of work at the factory, right? Perfect timing. I’m at home and at the factory at the same time. Could you wash your foreman’s clothes? And fetch some water for them tonight; they both smell bad.”
"Alright, we're leaving." Zhao Di politely waved to the three of them, but Xu Keke left without looking back.
The three remaining people were speechless for a moment.
Du Yi, I was praised and cared about, but should I be happy? Also, do I really smell bad? People said I smelled bad at noon.
Song Lin, I'm spoiled, a capitalist's son. Why should I pour my own water when someone else does? I didn't say I wanted water; she poured it for me herself.
Lin Meijia said that my master and I are a couple, but why do I feel like I am an apprentice in the old society, who has to wash clothes, cook, and take care of children for my master's family?
Xu Keke brought Zhao Di home, something Lin Juan had been eagerly anticipating for a long time.
"Aren't you tired of carrying him all day? Set up a space for him to play by himself for a while, and you can rest too."
Before Lin Juan could even speak, Xu Keke's words left her speechless.
She takes care of the child every day, and no one has ever asked her if she's tired. She's happy to hold her grandson, but it's impossible for her not to be tired.
Lin Juan rolled her eyes at her, "What can we do if we're tired? We can't really put him down. If he gets hurt, you won't feel bad, but we will. Besides, if he runs away when we're not looking, where are we going to find him?"
Xu Keke handed the lunchbox to Zhao Di, who took it directly to the small kitchen without saying a word. A little while later, Xu Keke heard the sound of washing dishes.
Children from poor families learn to be independent early. Xu Keke didn't stop her. She looked around, but there was nothing she could find. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered something she could use on the coal bin outside Grandpa Zhao's house.
Without saying much, she went straight to the spot. Grandpa Zhao, seeing her pointing at the wooden fence, was somewhat shocked. "You want it?"
Xu Keke nodded seriously.
“Then you can take it. It’s from my grandson’s cart. I took the bottom off and used it as a handcart, and this has just been sitting here. I haven’t figured out what to do with it. If you don’t mind taking up space, you can take it.”
Xu Keke thanked him and took it to the tap in the yard to rinse it clean.
The courtyard wasn't big, and everyone had finished eating and was bored, so some people peered out of their windows to watch the commotion. Others simply stood outside to see what she was up to.
"Song Lin's family, what are you doing?" Aunt Chen couldn't help but ask on behalf of these people.
“I’ll take this home and make room for Fu Bao. I’ll let Zhao Di’s grandma put him in there whenever she has free time so she can rest. The baby is getting heavier and heavier, and it’s too tiring for Zhao Di’s grandma to hold him.”
Xu Keke didn't look up, carefully brushing the surface, also paying attention to whether there were any barbs.
“Oh my, listen to this, listen to this, look at this daughter-in-law,” Aunt Chen exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Look at her, she still thinks about her mother-in-law’s tiredness. These days, these new daughters-in-law don’t care whether their mothers-in-law live or die. It’s only right and proper for their mothers-in-law to serve them.”
Xu Ke was terrified by the old woman. She quickly glanced around, realizing she was just inviting trouble. Even Chen Da Niang's two daughters-in-law would hate her to death, let alone those in the courtyard.
This old lady really knows how to play the game by using herself to discipline her daughter-in-law.
"Please don't say that. This is a family, so how can anyone serve anyone else? It's just what the country says: everyone has a different role. We young people are busy with construction at work, while you older folks help us consolidate the rear at home. There's no question of who's superior or inferior; we're all contributing to the country."
After saying this, Xu Keke let out a sigh of relief.
Aunt Chen smiled and said, "You're such a good talker, your mother-in-law is so lucky. Grandma Zhaodi, Grandma Zhaodi!"
At Aunt Chen's call, Lin Juan, carrying Fu Bao, came out of the house with a smile. She had actually heard about what Xu Keke had been up to in the yard a long time ago.
She usually spoke ill of her daughter-in-law in the yard, so she was too embarrassed to come out now. But she didn't expect that Aunt Chen would insist on calling her out.
"Grandma Zhaodi, you're so lucky. People say that if you suffer when you're young, you'll enjoy happiness when you're old. That old saying is absolutely true. Look at the wife you found for Song Lin. She's so filial! You should be content!"
Lin Juan nearly choked on her breath; these were all things she usually said in the courtyard. She said she had been widowed young and had never had children in her old age. She had to take care of them every day, doing all sorts of chores.
Now Aunt Chen has returned everything to her. She even told her to be content! Lin Juan nodded with an awkward smile.
"Here, take this. Don't use your hands, or you'll prick yourself again!" Grandpa Zhao brought out a piece of sandpaper for Xu Keke from inside the house.
“You have to be careful when using it on a child, but you can’t just use your hands. The child is afraid of getting pricked, and the adult is afraid too.”
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