"Okay, remember what you said today. When you can't have a meal, calling for mom won't help,"
When Zhang Guihua went out, she happened to run into Su Wanyu returning to her room.
"Mom." Su Wanyu greeted Zhang Guihua, who scowled and glared at her but said nothing and just pushed the door open and left.
"You've upset mom again," Su Wanyu asked, puzzled.
"It's fine, I'll go and coax her in a bit," Jiang Changhai said nonchalantly.
Su Wanyu didn't dwell on it. She had seen too many years of love and conflict between this mother and son and had become numb to it.
Su Wanyu took out the fabric Jiang Changhai had bought earlier from the closet and, while cutting it, said, "I'm not going to the fields these next few days, it's a good opportunity to make Mianmian's clothes."
Jiang Changhai stepped forward to help stretch the fabric, watching Su Wanyu, "Sure, take your time. We are well-off now and don't need those work points, don't exhaust yourself."
