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

Shen Mingzhu approached the flower vase and stared at the bare stems for quite some time, feeling both exasperated and amused.

"Where are the petals?"

Pei Yang honestly took out a handful of bright red rose petals from his pocket and said pleasingly, "I know you like flowers, so I picked them up for you. I’ll dry them at home for you to make tea with."

Shen Mingzhu lightly pinched a petal, which had a rich color and a velvety texture—it was a type of dark red rose from Yunnan.

Besides being highly ornamental, the dark red roses were also edible.

When she first saw this bunch of roses that afternoon, she had a plan in mind. She never expected that during the short time it took her to wash her face, the man would impatiently strip the petals bare.

"Bring the petals back, rinse them with cool boiled water and hang them up to dry, I have a use for them."

After saying this, she added, "If there is one petal missing, you’ll see how I’ll deal with you."

"Mommy, I’ll help you supervise Daddy. If he doesn’t listen, you can beat him with a feather duster."

"Such a good child."