"Mom and Dad, we're leaving first." Tang Meilan said.
"Let's go, here are some cakes and pastries sent by our relatives. Your father and I don't like them, so you can take them back and feed them to the children." Mother Tang handed three or four bags of snacks and candies to Tang Meilan, then turned and left.
That look portrayed the duplicity and sharp tongue but a soft heart very realistically.
When we returned to the rented house, Tang Zijun and Tang Zimei were already dozing off madly, their little heads nodding.
Tang Ci made the bed, wiped the children's faces, and carried them to bed to rest.
Tang Meilan was organizing the things she brought back from the Su family and Tang's mother. Those foods that could not be kept for a long time had to be eaten up as soon as possible.
"Tang Ci, come here and look." Tang Meilan said, pointing to a stack of money and passbook she took out from the snack bag.
Tang Ci took a look and saw that the passbook was in his name with a balance of over 8,000 yuan. There was also probably over 1,000 yuan in cash, which should be his allowance over the years and Meilan's salary.
"I'll have to give it to you for safekeeping sooner or later anyway, so just hold on to it now." Tang Ci handed the thing back.
"Okay, I got it. Tomorrow you can send 50 kilograms of rice to my parents. I think the rice jar at home is almost empty." Tang Meilan felt mixed emotions.
If Tang's mother had continued to be unfavorable to her, she could still harden her heart and ignore them. But Tang's mother showed weakness again, and she was a little confused.
"Okay, don't think too much. Just follow your heart." Tang Ci could understand Tang Meilan's dilemma, so he hugged her and comforted her softly.
Yes, life is long, just follow your heart!
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