The arrival of their aunt completely relieved Sangshen and Buling of their worries.
Now that my little star has been watched and I have someone to guide me in raising children, I finally feel less anxious.
When you're in a good mood, it's most easily reflected in your appearance. Ever since her aunt came, Buling has been smiling every day, radiating health and vitality, which makes Wu Yuanyuan extremely envious.
"Ling, how do you maintain your youthful appearance?" She touched Bu Ling's face enviously: "You don't have a single wrinkle."
"And your belly, how come there's not a single bit of fat on it?" she said, glancing enviously at Buling's belly, then touching the fat on her own waist, feeling once again the unevenness of life.
Buling slapped her hand away: "Just talk, don't get physical!"
Wu Yuanyuan gave a pitiful "Oh," then muttered softly, "We're all women, what's wrong with touching each other?"
Buling rolled her eyes at her and ignored her, but she still appreciated compliments from others.
Women are never unhappy when they are praised for their beauty, and she was no exception.
"If you ask me, why don't you take on all the child's responsibilities yourself and let Tiehe and Gege share the burden?" Buling said casually, because she knew:
“Tiehe works very hard every day, so let’s not let him worry about the children,” Wu Yuanyuan said virtuously.
"Oh." Bling was already used to it and didn't react much.
But I still rolled my eyes inwardly. You know what they say, feeling sorry for a man is the beginning of misfortune.
The child isn't just a woman's own, so why should she take on all the responsibility?
Wu Yuanyuan was completely oblivious to Bu Ling's impatience: "Ling, how exactly do you maintain your youthful appearance?"
Bling said expressionlessly, "I haven't done much skincare, just eaten and slept normally." Later, feeling this answer might be too perfunctory, she added, "Just stay happy!"
"real?"
“Mmm!” Bling nodded.
“Sister Yuanyuan, you don’t need to envy Sister Buling. You are also very enviable,” Zhu Zhizhi suddenly said.
Wu Yuanyuan chuckled twice but didn't reply.
Originally, she and Buling were just having a normal chat among girlfriends, but after Zhu Zhizhi said that, something just didn't feel right.
When Zhu Zhizhi saw that her words were not agreed with, her eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head and remained silent.
Seeing her like this, Sister Ma's face flashed with helplessness, and she changed the subject: "Stop chatting, it's almost time, we should start preparing the food!"
“Okay,” Wu Yuanyuan was the first to respond.
Zhu Zhizhi also stood up silently.
Soon, only Buling and Sister Ma remained. Watching the two enter the kitchen, Sister Ma said to Buling, "Xiao Zhu didn't mean any harm, don't take it to heart."
Bu Ling smiled but didn't say anything. Of course, she didn't take it to heart; she and Zhu Zhizhi were just colleagues.
If you get along, then stay together; if you don't, then keep your distance.
"Don't worry, Sister Ma, I didn't take it to heart," Bu Ling said, then stood up and went back to the counter.
Sister Ma stood there and sighed softly. She truly missed the days when the four of them from the restaurant would go shopping and gossip together.
However, since Xiao Zhu got married, her personality has become increasingly eccentric. At first, Xiao Bu and the others could tolerate it, but later they gradually became impatient and unconsciously began to distance themselves from Xiao Zhu.
Xiao Zhu may have noticed this, but instead of reflecting on it, she became increasingly sensitive. When they chatted, she would either remain silent for a long time or fall silent for a long time after saying just one sentence.
Even though she tried her best to act as a mediator, the atmosphere in the restaurant was no longer the same as before.
In the evening, when Bu Ling got home from get off work, she saw Jiang Wanying sitting in the living room, chatting and laughing with Xiao Xingxing, and occasionally looking up to say something to her aunt.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Buling. Her eyes involuntarily narrowed, and she reflexively stood up. "I...I..."
"Sister-in-law Jiang, you've arrived! Sit down, sit down, no need to stand up!" Bu Ling said warmly, seemingly oblivious to her awkwardness.
Then, she waved the lunchbox in her hand: "Auntie, Chef Lü made crispy chicken tonight, and I bought one. We don't need to cook tonight. Sister-in-law, why don't you eat here too?"
"I...no...I don't need it anymore, I...I'll go home to eat." Jiang Wanying quickly waved her hand and started to walk out.
His aunt grabbed him, saying, "Hey, Xiao Jiang, eat here. You'll have to cook for yourself when you go back, so just make do with what we have here."
Jiang Wanying wanted to refuse, but her aunt didn't give her the chance: "Consider it a thank you for helping me look at the little stars. If you leave, you'll be disrespecting your aunt."
One sentence left Jiang Wanying rooted to the spot, unable to move forward or backward.
Seeing this, Bu Ling quickly tried to ease the tension: "Yes, Sister Jiang, have some food here. It's perfect timing since Sangshen isn't coming back tonight; it'll just be the three of us and Little Star at home."
"Isn't Xiaoqi coming back?" Auntie asked, puzzled.
"Yes, he told me at the restaurant at noon today that he has to go to the countryside with his superiors this afternoon and might not be back until very late. We don't need to wait for him, let's eat first, and we can leave some for him in the pot later," Bu Ling explained while changing her shoes.
She put down her handbag, washed her hands with soap, and picked up Xiaoxing: "Sister Jiang, please sit down first. I'll go feed the baby."
Jiang Wanying nodded hesitantly.
"Xiao Jiang, sit down, don't be shy. I'll go to the kitchen to cook some sweet potato rice." Aunt stood up and left the living room.
Jiang Wanying quickly followed, saying, "Auntie, let me help you."
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