Mrs. Fu had been about to ask why on earth she’d had someone buy so much rice and meat again.
But then she remembered her daughter was earning good money, so it was only right that they ate a little better.
"Alright, I’ll make you some braised pork belly tonight. By the way, that colleague of yours is so thoughtful, always buying so many things for you. You have to thank them properly."
"I know." ’It’s not like this friend even exists,’ she thought.
After marveling at the salary and ration tickets, Mrs. Fu handed them back.
"Take this money and these tickets back and put them somewhere safe. I still have some on hand—"
Fu Mingxue pulled out eight ten-yuan notes. "Mom, you take these. Thirty yuan is your salary. Just because you’re my mother and Qin Wenhao’s mother-in-law, it doesn’t mean you should have to watch the kids and do the housework for free. You deserve a salary, too."
"The other fifty is for living expenses. A big family like ours needs to eat well."
Mrs. Fu was stunned.
Her eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly take a salary from you? I look after these two children because I want to. I’m happy to do it."
She’d never heard of a mother-in-law demanding money to look after her own daughter’s children. What kind of person would that make her?
Seeing that her mother refused no matter what she said, Fu Mingxue changed her tactics.
"Mom, just take it. Think of it as you saving the money for me. Don’t you always say I’m a reckless spender? Then you should hold on to it."
Mrs. Fu considered it. That made sense.
So she took the money.
"Thirty is enough. As for the fifty for living expenses, you save it yourself. I’m getting old; it’s not convenient for me to hold on to so much."
’Who needs fifty yuan for living expenses? Are we eating dragon meat or something?’
’It’s simply outrageous.’
For a family like theirs—even eating very well—twenty yuan was more than enough.
Plus, her daughter was always buying rice, flour, meat, and vegetables herself. At most, she would only spend about ten yuan of the money, and sometimes she couldn’t even spend that much.
Of course, with two children in the house, she still made them something delicious every day.
Seeing her mother’s insistence, Fu Mingxue had no choice but to put the rest of the money away.

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