"Chunhua, how old is your grandson? He's already talking about how a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. If you wait a few more years, that'll be terrifying."
"How much can someone else's child eat when he's only 8 years old? How come his mother was able to feed him properly when she was raising him? It has to be Guan Lian who can raise two children so well on her own salary."
She was cursing and swearing, and the others took the opportunity to say a few sarcastic remarks to her.
Everyone knows she's blind; look how much rice she washes each day—how could that be enough to eat? Besides Xiaosheng, there's also Chen Wei, a strong laborer in the family.
"With this little bit of porridge you cooked, Chen Wei would have been gone in two pees. You, as his mother, don't even care that your son has to work, and you're still criticizing him?"
Yang Chunhua rolled her eyes and slammed the pot down on the stove.
"There's so little food at home. If I don't economize, what will we eat next? Rice at the beginning of the month and water at the end?"
If she had jars and jars of white rice at home, would she still be reluctant to cook it?
The neighbor muttered a few words, "If you had taken all that grain that was sent to the mahjong table home, the rice would definitely be thicker than it is now."
Every family lives like this. The food ration is fixed every month. Since there isn't enough food, we replace refined grains with coarse grains, which are more filling and plentiful. If it's still not enough, we try to buy some coarse grains like sweet potatoes from the countryside or the black market. We also cook some vegetables at home regularly.
Who else is like her, a grandmother who still doesn't know how to manage a household? A few days ago, the family steamed rice, and the aroma was so strong that people all over the street tripped over it. Now, the rice water in the house is so clear you can see your reflection in it.
The more incompetent she is, the more people love to laugh at her. Before, when Guan Lian was still around, she would grumble and complain at home every day, criticizing others for not doing a good job. Now that it's her turn, she's in a mess and even gets scolded by her son. She deserves it.
Chen Junsheng ran upstairs. He remembered there was a box of glass beads under the bed, so he crawled in and pulled the box out.
"Milk?"
As I was leaving, I bumped into Yang Chunhua. Just like a few days ago, I greeted her, but Yang Chunhua had a dark expression and didn't respond.
Chen Junsheng felt something was strange but didn't pay it any mind. He grabbed the box and rushed downstairs again.
"Does he have eyes in the sky? Didn't he see his grandma cooking for him at home? And he still has the mind to run off and play by himself?"
What a tragedy! She finally raised her son, and now she has to take care of her grandson. When will this end? She might as well be dead.
Anyway, his mother is heartless; she actually had the heart to leave her son here.
In Yang Chunhua's opinion, it would be better to send Chen Junsheng back. What is he doing here, giving her another person to serve?
This kid is so old, yet he acts like a big shot at home. The little girl next door is only 7 years old and she helps with laundry and cooking, while he does nothing. These past few days since he came back, he's been running downstairs every day.
Chen Wei finally got home after a long day at the factory. He was already exhausted, but when he saw the watery rice porridge on the table, his face turned even darker.
"Mom, didn't I give you money?"
Yang Chunhua was caught off guard by her son's question. She hadn't even recovered from the shock on her face. "He gave her money? How much money did he give her?"
Anyone who didn't know better would think she spent all the money. It's ridiculous that she only got that little bit of money. She had to buy vegetables and grain for the family, and they had run out of food coupons, so she had to borrow from others.
She had originally planned to save two yuan for groceries to play cards, but it turned out that the money was not enough at all.
"Son, you don't know how expensive food is when you're not in charge of the household. I borrowed five jin of grain coupons from Aunt Gui downstairs. A few days ago, you asked us to steam rice. Now we only have two jin of these grain coupons left. I didn't buy all of them for refined grains; I exchanged them for coarse grains. Otherwise, do you think we'd still have any food to eat?"
You have to work, and Mom takes care of the house for you without a single complaint, yet you show no appreciation whatsoever.
Chen Wei frowned, watching Yang Chunhua chatter on and on like an old woman on the street, and felt somewhat dissatisfied.
When did Mom become like this?
Even if he said something wrong, it didn't have to be like this. "Alright, Mom, stop talking. I'll give you another 5 yuan. We'll get the food coupons at the end of the month."
Yang Chunhua then stopped talking. The grain coupons would be issued at the end of the month and the New Year would come soon. He had to save up his grain coupons for the New Year, otherwise it wouldn't be enough.
It's all my son's fault for going to the Northeast. He took all the things we had painstakingly saved up with him. As a result, we lost our food coupons and money, and all he brought back was a bottomless pit that only knew how to eat.
Chen Junsheng remained silent, and after finishing the rice soup in his bowl, he did not go to the pot to get more rice as before.
"Dad, Grandma, I'm full."
Chen Wei was a bit irritable today and didn't care about being a good father. How could such a big child be full after drinking such a small bowl of rice porridge? But he just waved his hand and told him to go out and play.
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