Zhou Jiao reluctantly watched Zhou Xiaozheng and the others leave. Only when they were out of sight did she turn back to the stove to start cooking.
Stewing a pot of wild chicken soup—so that her two sisters-in-law could feel somewhat better, and to delight Mother Zhang. After all, every child is dear to their own parent. It wouldn't make sense for her, as the daughter-in-law, to enjoy a feast every day while her grandson watches on in silence.
Lately, whenever she saw her nieces and nephews at home occasionally glance at the stove, she was filled with guilt. With the family not yet separated, they had to be even more meticulous about many things. She didn't expect others to be grateful, as long as there was no conflict and everything remained quiet. The children being well-behaved and not making demands made her even more reluctant to let them feel wronged.
