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“Oh, my precious, eat up, eat more. Soon your heartless sister-in-law will be back, and there’ll be nothing left for you!”
“Hmph! Let’s see if she dares. The only reason she was allowed into the Song family was because she got recruited for work and earns a wage. Otherwise, what qualifications does she have? Mother, you’re the mother-in-law, you don’t need to be afraid of her.”
“Fine, fine, hurry and eat. Today your eldest sister-in-law gets paid, your big brother’s remittance has arrived too. I’ve made special dishes for you—tender cabbage, green onion eggs, and I’ve even added brown sugar to the millet porridge. You’re struggling to raise three children, you need to nourish yourself.”
As Chang Yongqin spoke, she busied herself serving dishes to her grandchildren.
Just as she turned away, she caught sight of Wei Yao standing ghostlike at the doorway, smiling as she watched them.
“Oh heavens! You’re back and didn’t say a word—trying to scare someone to death? Come, eat.”
Everyone at the table glanced toward the door, cast her a look of disdain, and continued shoveling food into their mouths as if she didn’t exist.
One seated, three standing, faces nearly pressed to their plates, ravenous like reincarnated hungry ghosts, wishing they could grab the food with their hands.
Song Liping’s hand was poked by Chang Yongqin. She pursed her lips, unwillingly called out toward the door, “Sister-in-law.”
Wei Yao looked over the family, let out a cold laugh.
In her previous life, she was used to such scenes. After Song Liping’s husban