Lin Ting raised an eyebrow and said, "If you want me to let it go, give me some of the brown sugar you've saved up so I can make ginger soup for the two kids."
Zhang Lanhua was unhappy. There was only a little bit of brown sugar, and she was reluctant to drink it. She rolled her eyes and said, "I'll get you two pieces of ginger. You can have your child drink more ginger soup."
As she spoke, she took a palm-sized piece of ginger from the corner of the kitchen, stuffed it into her pocket, and carried a bundle of firewood from the doorway to the kitchen in the neighboring yard.
Lin Ting reached out her hand and asked, "Did you bring the brown sugar?"
Zhang Lanhua took out some ginger from her pocket, placed it in her palm, and said, "It's all gone now."
"I don't believe it." Lin Ting said sternly, "My child doesn't like ginger soup. He'll only drink a little if there's sugar in it."
Zhang Lanhua pouted and said, "How fancy! But I really don't have any. Mother does have some white sugar, I'll go get some for you."
Lin Ting gave a soft "hmm" and then started heating the kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and boiling water.
When the fire is halfway lit, turn the stove on, wash the ginger, cut it up, and throw it into the earthenware pot.
After arranging firewood for the pot, she got up and went back to her room, where she saw her daughter curled up, looking at her expectantly.
It broke my heart to see her like that.
"Mom will get you some peach shortbread."
The twins immediately replied, "Okay."
Lin Ting took two peach shortbreads from the cupboard and handed them to her two daughters.
Watching her daughter happily eating peach shortbread, she smiled, rubbed her hands together to warm them up, and then touched her daughter's forehead.
Fortunately, it’s not hot.
She breathed a sigh of relief, took her man's military overcoat from the closet, and put it on top of the blanket.
She glanced at her daughter, who was eating peach shortbread, before getting up to continue boiling water in the kitchen.
Familiar footsteps echoed in the courtyard. Lin Ting looked up and saw Zhang Lanhua looking at her triumphantly, saying, "Here, this is what I got from my mother."
Lin Ting took the portion with a stern face. It wasn't much, less than half a spoonful, and she poured it all into the earthenware pot where ginger soup was simmering.
"Nothing else, I'll be going now."
After saying that, Zhang Lanhua left quickly without waiting for Lin Ting's reply. On the way, she glanced out the window and saw her two nieces happily eating peach shortbread.
She didn't look cold at all, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she didn't do it intentionally, she still hurt her two nieces.
If anything happens, she'll be the first person they look for.
Back inside, Zhang Lanhua took out some white sugar wrapped in corn husks from her pocket and used it to make a bowl of sugar water.
It's sweet and delicious.
She just saw that her mother-in-law had half a bottle left in the cupboard, so she'll take some out when she has a moment to prevent it from spoiling.
Zhao Wen pushed the door open and saw Zhang Lanhua licking her lips, looking like she was savoring the taste. He twitched his nose and said, "What are you sneaking food to eat by yourself again? You didn't even leave any for me and the kids."
Zhang Lanhua's eyes darted around, and she didn't hide anything, saying, "Your mother still has some in the cupboard. If you want some, just go and ask for it yourself. Anyway, your mother only has you as her own son."
Zhao Wen said smugly, "Of course."
He turned around and went straight to his mother's door. Without knocking, he went in and saw his mother stuffing things into the cupboard as soon as she saw him.
He immediately rushed over, bracing his mother's fierce gaze, opened the cabinet, and saw a package of red date cakes emitting a sweet aroma.
He swallowed hard and said pleadingly, "Mom, I don't need much, just one piece will do."
Zhang Hongxia glared at her son, slammed the cabinet shut, and scolded, "Go and fill the water tank for me first, then chop up the firewood in the yard."
Zhao Wen looked troubled. He bargained and traded the work for two pieces of red date cake.
Before leaving, he glanced at the cabinet and said, "Mom, you don't love your grandson at all anymore."
In the past, whenever there was something good, the first thing to give was to his own grandson.
Zhang Hongxia rolled her eyes and said, "Who told your son to call me an old hag?"
No matter how much pain he endures, people still favor his mother the most.
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