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

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Shen Xiangnan was not only not angry about Jia Yuemei’s dismissal; he was secretly pleased.

The child cried every night, preventing him from sleeping well and leaving him listless during the day.

"If she’s dismissed, she’s dismissed. Take the child and go home."

Jia Yuemei, furious, picked up a potato and hurled it at Shen Xiangnan. "Are you even a man? Just letting your wife be bullied like this."

Shen Xiangnan dodged quickly, avoiding the flying potato, but the neatly stacked bowls behind him were knocked over and shattered on the ground with a clattering noise.

Shen Xiangnan glanced at the broken pieces on the floor, and his temper rose.

"What’s this fuss about? I told you before to send the child back to your mother’s. You wouldn’t listen, and now you’re panicking. It’s all your own doing!"

Julie heard the commotion and came into the kitchen, saw the smashed bowls, and began to tally the damage on the spot.

"Eight bowls are completely smashed, and another twelve have chipped edges and can’t be used either. That’s twenty bowls in total. At thirty-eight cents a bowl, that’s seven dollars and sixty cents in total, which will be deducted from your wages."