Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Zhao Chunlan cried out in grievance: "You miss your mother so much? I'm not doing this for your own good."

Wang Mengmei: "Then don't do it for me. You didn't even come to take care of me during the confinement period when I gave birth to Jian Li."

Zhao Chunlan was short of breath, and Wang Mengmei prescribed her 30 yuan a month. She agreed at first, but then she was afraid and didn't dare to go.

She had lived in her parents' home and her husband's home all her life. She was always nervous when she went to the county town. She didn't dare to take a bus to the city. Besides, she didn't feel as comfortable at her son-in-law's home as at her son's home.

So she finally took the lady's money but didn't go to take care of her baby.

"Look at you. You're already a mother, but you still hold a grudge."

Zhao Chunlan moved her arm uncomfortably: "Then I am not feeling well."

Wang Mengmei: "I'm not in good health. Why did you take care of Chengcai until he was seven years old?"

Zhao Chunlan was so angry that she said, "... this happened so long ago. I have done you a great favor by raising you well. Why do I have to be a scumbag and take care of your child?"

Zhao Chunlan has a bad mouth. When she was young, she was an expert in quarreling in the village. Now that she is old and has free time, she doesn't say unpleasant words and only uses words to control her children.

It would have been fine if she didn't say anything unpleasant, because as soon as she said that, Wang Mengmei was reminded of her dark life during those years.

She saved a few hundred yuan from her frugal life and promised to give it to her mother, who would then take care of her during the confinement period.

But in the end, Zhao Chunlan took the money and then said she had back and leg pain and refused to go.

Wang Mengmei now doesn’t dare to think about what her days were like during the confinement period.

Jian Feng's mother was useless, and her mother on her side was useless. Jian Li was very difficult to take care of when she was little, and she would cry when no one was holding her. She and Jian Feng could only take turns sleeping.

The situation continued like this until Jian Li was over a year old.

But after she turned one, Jian Li was always sick. She caught a cold in spring and autumn, got a sore throat in summer, and had a fever in winter when it was a little cold. There was a daycare center for children in the factory. Other children were fine when they went there, but whenever she went there, anyone who coughed a few times would be infected by her that night.

In order to take care of her family, Jian Feng gave up the opportunity given by the factory to study abroad, and she was also busy running back and forth between work and her children.

During the most difficult times, Wang Mengmei blamed everything, blamed Jian Feng for not having a good mother, and also blamed herself for not having a good mother.

"You didn't come when I was in trouble, so don't come now."

Wang Mengmei put away the nail clippers and said something sternly while Zhao Chunlan looked as if she was about to faint from anger.

"I don't want a son either. I just want a daughter."

Wang Mengmei has blamed everyone for raising her daughter with great difficulty, but she has never regretted it.

Besides, even if she put all this aside, she was not willing to let Zhao Chunlan run the store for her.

The lady boss who had transferred the shop to her once told her with a bloody example what the consequences would be if one abused one's relatives.

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Wang Mengmei spent money on this trip back to her parents' home, and people saw her, but she was just very angry.

After she said that, Zhao Chunlan was so angry that she wiped her tears and said that she was unfilial, that she looked down on others after making money, and that she was doing it for her own good, but she didn't appreciate it.

"How have I ever let you down? I raised you and fed you, and you really have to give me my heart and soul?"

Wang Mengmei leaned tiredly on the bus. She felt that she had been too talkative today.

If I had known her mother was like this, I would have never told her.

Jian Li carefully looked at her mother's expression and remained calm all the way.

When she got home, Wang Mengmei didn't even pack her things and went straight out to chat with Li Lijuan.

"You two can handle it yourselves tonight."

Jian Li pulled Jian Feng's sleeve: "Dad, I'm hungry."

Jian Feng flipped through the things he brought back, all of which were things he couldn't make.

"Come on, I'll take you out to eat."

Jian Feng took Jian Li to eat a spicy noodle restaurant which he thought was delicious.

The white noodles are soaked in red oil, the clay pot is sizzling, the loosely fried minced meat is covered on the noodles, and the bright red chilies are dotted in the bowl, which contrasts with the green coriander, making the dish taste spicy just by looking at it.

Jian Feng ordered another plate of halogen platter and got himself a bottle of Big Green Stick.

"Eat it."

The spicy noodles were very fragrant. Jian Feng obviously came here often. He chatted with the boss while eating.

At home, Wang Mengmei kept Jian Li from eating too much spicy food, but outside she could finally let herself go.

A mouthful of spicy noodles, a mouthful of spicy duck neck, and shiny sweat oozing out of the forehead.

"Jian Feng, what a coincidence."

Jian Feng looked up and immediately stood up and said politely, "Brother Kong, come and eat noodles too."

The person who came was none other than Jian Feng's boss, Kong Guorong from the grain and oil store.

Kong Guorong greeted Jian Feng with a smile: "Didn't you accompany your wife back to her parents' home today?"

Kong Guorong said this and pulled over a chair and sat down.

Jian Feng: "I just came back. The child's mother had something to do, so I brought her out for dinner."

Jian Feng poked his daughter and said, "Xiao Li, say hello."

Jian Li had a docile look on her face and she obediently called him "uncle".

The two sons of Kong Guorong were very fond of the little girl when they saw her. They felt their pockets and found only cigarettes and lighters.

"Boss lady, give me a bottle of Jianlibao! And that little something, that little steamed bun with that sauce..."

The lady boss responded promptly, "Gold and silver steamed buns dipped in condensed milk, right? A large portion or a small portion?"

Jian Feng: "Brother Kong, no need..."

Kong Guorong pressed his hand down: "It's for the child, don't be polite. Give me a big portion! More condensed milk!"

Kong Guorong has a round face and explained with a smile: "The little one in our family comes to eat every two or three days. His mother is also very good at it."

When Jian Li heard about condensed milk, she looked at her father eagerly.

Jian Feng immediately understood what the young lady meant. He pulled the half bowl of noodles that Jian Li had left in front of him, and prescribed a bottle of Jianlibao for Jian Li, asking her to drink it while waiting.

Seeing this action, Kong Guorong was even more satisfied.

Even though Kong Guorong has some money and often goes out to entertainment venues with others, when it comes to his own employees, he wishes that all of them were like Jian Feng, who cares about the family and loves children.

Upon further questioning, it turned out that Jian Li and the eldest child in his family were born in the same year and grade.

"Oh, so you must be in the third grade when school starts? Is the study pressure too great?"

Jian Li has gotten used to being asked about her grades by any adult they meet, because he is Jian Feng's boss. She did not say how good her grades were, but just said they were OK. There is definitely pressure, because according to the number of students admitted to the school in previous years, she still needs to work harder to get into the best high school in the city.

Kong Guorong understood that the fact that one needs to work hard to get into No. 1 Middle School showed that his grades were definitely not bad.

"My eldest son had a hard time getting into No. 4 Middle School, let alone No. 1 Middle School. His mother even said that boys have strong explosive power, but that's bullshit. They are only good at eating and sleeping, and they only grow in height but not in brains."

There is no harm without comparison. Look at Jian Feng's beautiful daughter, who is both studious and well-behaved. His own daughter is really being treated like a pig.

Kong Guorong sighed, and Jian Feng encouraged him.

Jian Li was drinking Jianlibao when she suddenly said something surprising: "Uncle, if you can't make it in the academic subjects, you can go for the specialties."

Jian Li pretended to be half-comprehending: "My classmate is a special student. He said that if he practices sports, he can be specially recruited to No. 1 Middle School."

Kong Guorong perked up when he heard this, and chased after Jian Li and asked, "How can he get a specialty? His grades are at the bottom, how can he get a specialty?"

Jian Li: "It seems that it is possible. I heard from someone that you can actually take the art exam. Both sports and art exams can be used to get special admission to good high schools, and then the college entrance examination can also be used to enroll separately."

Kong Guorong never cared much about these things, and his wife was only used to the children. It was the first time she knew that she could be specially recruited, and Kong Guorong kept asking Jian Li for details.

Jian Feng interrupted: "The kid is talking nonsense..."

Kong Guorong's eyes sparkled: "This is not nonsense."

As a businessman, he knew that sometimes it was just a matter of information. As long as he knew there was such a way, he would go and find someone else to ask for information. Fortunately, he met this little girl today, otherwise he would not know where to give his son next year.

He can't get into good schools, and bad schools are afraid that he will do poorly in school.

Kong Guorong was not short of money, so he hoped that his son would not learn to be a second-rate person and go to university safely.

Kong Guorong was so excited that he didn't even eat a few bites of noodles, so Jian Li had to tell him all the information she knew.

After finishing the meal, Kong Guorong patted Jian Feng's shoulder with a lingering feeling.

"Brother, if this is done, I will treat your family to a meal."

Looking at Jian Li again, Kong Guorong became even happier.

He took out a blue bill from his pocket and stuffed it into Jian Li's pocket: "Take it, think of it as uncle treating you to ice cream."

Jian Feng quickly declined, but in the end Kong Guorong got the upper hand. Not only did he pay the bill, he also stuffed the money into Jian Li's pocket.

"It's for the child. Why are you refusing?"

After the meal, Jian Libai got 100 yuan.

Jian Li sat happily in the back seat of her father's car: "Dad, shall we go get some ice cream?"

Earlier this month, her mother bought a refrigerator for the family, finally ending the trouble of not having one at home. In the past, all the things that were not suitable for storage at home were placed at other people's homes. After the business was good this year, Wang Mengmei added a freezer to the store and bought a refrigerator for her family.

Jian Li: "Let's go to the ice cream factory and buy some expensive ones!"

Jian Feng: "...I think you don't want to pay."

According to the Jian family's rules, any money over five yuan must be handed over, but Wang Mengmei's reason was that she wanted to return the favor.

Jian Li chuckled: "Uncle told me to buy some ice cream for me."

Is this the money she earned? She doesn't have to return the favor.

Jian Feng couldn't persuade her, so he took her to the ice cream factory and ordered a big bag of ice cream.

The ice cream factory had just started operating a few days ago, and they didn't produce many varieties. Jian Li picked out the ones she liked and bought them, spending about ten yuan.

Jian Feng finally took the money away: "I'll give it to you when you go back to your grandma's house during the summer vacation."

Before going home, Jian Feng brought a bowl of salted noodles for his wife.

As soon as she got home, Wang Mengmei changed her depressed mood before leaving the house and instead pulled Jian Feng to leave.

"Something happened at the factory."

"The factory director's wife beat the mistress and moved to the logistics department."

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