The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

For breakfast, they had egg pancakes. Last night, the couple had been overly affectionate, and by the time they remembered, the whipped egg whites had already melted. They couldn’t bake the planned egg cake, so the prepared batter could only be stored in the fridge, to be used for pancakes this morning.

During breakfast, considering that Pei Yang had just lost his job, Shen Mingzhu was concerned he might find it difficult to adjust and inquired about his plans for the day.

Pei Yang, on the contrary, was in good spirits, teasingly saying, "You’re the leader at home; I’ll follow your arrangements."

Shen Mingzhu thought for a moment, "Then come with me to the factory."

"Alright," Pei Yang took a bite of his pancake and said with a playful smile, "I might as well not look for a job and instead help you out at your factory."

"If you’re willing, I have no objections," Shen Mingzhu replied half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Pei Ziheng nibbled on his pancake, his dark eyes shifting back and forth between his parents, "Dad, are you not going to work anymore?"

Pei Yang patted his son’s little head, feigning a sigh, "Dad is out of a job now, and in the future, it’s all up to your mom. You need to be good and try not to make her angry. Otherwise, if your mom gets mad and kicks both of us out, I’ll have no choice but to take you to sleep on the streets."

Pei Ziheng rolled his eyes at him, "You can sleep on the streets yourself; I’ll sleep with Mom. I’m absolutely not going to upset Mom!"

Pei Yang: "..."