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

As the year-end approached, Pei Yang was busy every day settling accounts at the various distribution points. With the roads being difficult to navigate, by the time he got home from work, it was already pitch-dark.

Sister Yu would generally finish cooking dinner before leaving work to head home.

However, because it gets dark early in winter and it’s cold and freezing, Shen Mingzhu let Sister Yu leave work half an hour early. Before leaving, all Sister Yu needed to do was steam the rice, and Shen Mingzhu would cook the dishes herself.

Guessing that Pei Yang was about to return, she began to stir-fry the dishes.

By the time the dishes were ready, Pei Yang would arrive home just in time to enjoy a hot meal.

Today was no exception.

Around seven o’clock, Shen Mingzhu started to heat the oil in the pot to braise the lamb.

Around 7:30, when Pei Yang arrived home, the lamb in the pot was almost tender enough, so she added the side dishes and seasonings, gave it a quick stir, and took it out of the pot.

After washing his hands, Pei Yang sat down at the dining table and, looking at the steaming, fragrant lamb, he praised Pei Ziheng across the table, "Nothing beats your mother’s cooking. If she cooked at home every day, you and I would be blessed with delicious meals all the time."

Shen Mingzhu glanced sideways at the man, thinking he was buttering her up? In his dreams.