Luo Qingming got up, dressed, and prepared to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for her sister and brother-in-law.
As soon as I got to the kitchen, I heard a noise coming from inside.
Upon closer inspection, Qin Yushen was boiling eggs.
"Brother-in-law, let me help you." Luo Qingming walked over and started working.
Qin Yushen said, "Go wash up first, we'll eat soon."
As Luo Qingming squatted in the yard brushing her teeth, she looked at her brother-in-law busy in the kitchen and then at her sister who was still fast asleep, and sighed.
He should get up earlier from now on.
Qin Yushen had a lot of work to do today, so he ate a few bites and went to do morning exercises. Before leaving, he told Luo Qingming, "There's a bowl of brown sugar and eggs warming in the pot. Remember to give it to your sister when she gets up."
Luo Qingming nodded, "Understood."
After Qin Yushen left, Luo Qingming finished cleaning the house before Lin Xiaoxiao got up.
She kept yawning, not like she had slept enough.
"Sister, time to eat." Luo Qingming brought out brown sugar eggs and steamed buns with porridge.
Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed her lower back; the soreness was somewhat uncomfortable, but still within a tolerable range.
Looking at the brown sugar and egg, I ate it as usual.
Qin Yushen remembered her menstrual cycle even more clearly than she did.
Two or three days before her period, I would cook her brown sugar and eggs, just in case she had menstrual cramps.
While Lin Xiaoxiao was eating, Luo Qingming sat opposite her, flipping through an obscure and difficult professional book. Judging from the speed at which he flipped through it, he didn't seem to find it that difficult to understand.
Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at it, and her eyes instantly hurt.
The dense text, along with the complicated calculation formulas, was enough to make anyone's head spin.
"Sister, do you want to see this?" Luo Qingming looked up, intending to close the book and hand it to her.
Lin Xiaoxiao quickly shook her head, "No, please. Give it to me. I usually use it to prop up table legs."
Don't read books you can't understand.
Don't force yourself into circles you can't fit into.
Before the apocalypse in her previous life, she was severely unbalanced in her studies. She could rank first in humanities subjects, but her science subjects were only so-so.
Later, I studied a less commonly taught language in college.
She is quite talented in languages; she may not be fluent in eight languages, but she can speak four or five.
Luo Qingming smiled and withdrew her hand.
Before Lin Xiaoxiao went to work, she touched his forehead and said, "It's okay, your temperature is normal. Your brother-in-law was worried about you having a fever most of last night and kept getting up to check on you. If you feel unwell today, go to the military clinic, okay?"
Luo Qingming gripped the book in her hand tightly. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
It turns out someone really did cover me with a blanket last night.
He thought he was dreaming, and because he was still half asleep, he didn't see anyone.
He's already so old, and his older sister and brother-in-law still worry that he can't take care of himself. It's really...
It felt as if a lively little beast had taken up residence in my chest, every nerve was trembling with joy, and even my breathing became light.
Lin Xiaoxiao pushed her bicycle out the door, and before she even left the family compound, she ran into Ge Hong and Qu Yu arguing.
It can't really be called an argument; it's more like Ge Hong unilaterally trying to vindicate Qu Yu.
"When Sister-in-law Qu Ying was alive, the three girls were always dressed neatly, and their clothes were never too short or too small. You've only been married to Commander Wu for a short time, and you're not even pregnant yet, and you're already mistreating your children."
Ge Hong, having suffered mistreatment from her mother-in-law and brother-in-law at home, took it out on Qu Yu when she came out.
The wives wouldn't stop a few harmless banter; in fact, they'd enjoy watching the spectacle.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Commander Wu's three daughters were dressed in simple braids. Their clothes were a bit small, but still wearable. If they were all dressed the same, it would be fine.
But Wu Xiaobao, as the son, received different treatment. He wore new clothes yesterday and wore another set today.
It seems that Qu Yu is indeed good to Commander Wu's son.
I just can't treat my daughter the same way.
No one spoke up. When it comes to the issue of favoring sons over daughters, every family has its share of troubles.
Speaking rashly might backfire and cause trouble.
Ge Hong was not afraid. Not only did she not discriminate against girls, she also treated both children equally.
She's shameless enough to send her two children out begging for food; there's nothing she wouldn't do.
Qu Yu was frantically trying to explain, but her three stepdaughters, as if they had planned it, put on a show of not crying in front of everyone. Now Qu Yu was in a situation where she couldn't clear her name no matter what she did.
This scene plays out almost every day.
The stepdaughter didn't give Qu Yu any face outside either, and Qu Yu's reputation as a stepmother wasn't very good in the family compound.
Commander Wu was busy with the affairs of the regiment, and with a woman at home taking care of the housework and children, he devoted most of his attention to the army.
After learning about Qu Yu's grievances, all he could do was talk to the men of those gossiping women and tell them to keep their wives quiet.
Why do we have to control everything, from heaven and earth to what people say?
The sisters-in-law, who had been reminded by their husbands, were very unhappy.
Hey, you don't want me to say it, but I'm going to say it anyway.
The thing everyone was most interested in every day was keeping an eye on Commander Wu's three daughters, to see if there was anything wrong with them.
My face wasn't washed properly today, it's Qu Yu's fault.
Tomorrow's clothes will have a hole in them, Qu Yu's pot.
If my shoes get dirty the day after tomorrow, it's Qu Yu's fault.
Qu Yu was on the verge of a mental breakdown due to all the troubles at home and outside.
The stepdaughter has grown up and become more cunning. She also learned from her stepmother how to feign innocence, making her the target of everyone's disapproval.
My stepson is five or six years old, but he's still like a baby who needs to be breastfed. He wants to be carried everywhere he goes, and if he's not carried, he rolls on the ground and throws a tantrum.
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