"You paid for the train tickets and found us a place to stay, so I can't always take advantage of you.
Take it, and think of it as me, your sister-in-law, treating you two newlyweds to a meal. A gesture of kindness from an elder shouldn’t be turned down.”
"Listen to her, Dongbao. She won't be able to sleep tonight if she doesn't pay this money."
“Your father and I are old, and we are waiting for you to live comfortably in your old age. We would be happy if you took us out for a walk occasionally.
Your sister-in-law has a son and a daughter. If you don't let her express herself, what will Xiaojie think in the future?"
"Ah, me?"
The doubts in He Xiaojie's eyes were about to solidify into reality. "I'm fine. My aunt took me to have fun and eat delicious food. My aunt is so nice."
She has been He Ruixue's little follower since she was a child. She goes wherever she goes. It has become a habit and she has never had any other thoughts.
Zhao Meiya glared at her angrily, "You're already a teenager, but you're still acting like a little girl. Look how good your aunt is to your mother. Can you do the same in the future?"
"Isn't it normal that I can't do it? Who is more capable than my aunt?"
He Xiaojie said as a matter of course, "Grandma, do you think I will be more powerful than my aunt in the future?"
"That's impossible."
Zhao Meiya didn't think twice.
But she felt she had lost face and turned around and said, "Taozhi, pay the money and leave quickly. It's so ugly to be ripping it up at the door. Dongbao, come to mom. Let's go home and develop the photos."
Back in the courtyard, Mr. Xu was resting on a recliner.
When he saw them, he opened one eye and greeted them cheerfully.
He Ruixue went to the darkroom to develop today's photos. The photos from the previous two days had already dried completely.
She put it in the photo album she had just bought and took it to Zhao Meiya to appreciate it slowly.
The photos are okay, not too professional, but at least they are clear.
Zhao Meiya felt it was quite refreshing and touched the face on it. "It's so clear. Dongbao's skills are even better than those taken by the photographers in the photo studio."
"How can I compare to them?"
"I said yes, by the way, where's Xiao Jiang?"
"He went to rest."
Zhao Meiya's face showed a serious look. She put down the photo album and looked straight into her eyes.
"Dongbao, tell me the truth, does Xiao Jiang have any hidden illness?"
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