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

Scolded by her own mother, Han Xiuxiu cried even louder.

And with her crying, parents who were scattered around the yard were all drawn over, asking what happened with chattering curiosity.

"It’s nothing, my kid doesn’t have any sense, sneaking some cream and deserves a scolding!"

While the words seemed to be criticizing her daughter, they implied a complaint about Shen Mingzhu’s inhospitality and making a mountain out of a molehill—making a fuss just because a child had licked some cream.

Parents exchanged glances, not sure whom to support, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.

In Shen Mingzhu’s view, this was all nothing trivial.

Ever since agreeing to throw a birthday party for her daughter, she had been ready to handle all kinds of emergencies.

For instance, to ensure the children’s safety, the pond was enclosed with a fence one and a half meters high, and signs warning against climbing or entering the water were placed around the yard, while she had the father and son take turns observing the yard from the window on the third floor.

Nowadays, with most families having only one child, the preciousness of these children goes without saying—a minor bump or scrape could lead to a big ordeal.

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"Xiuxiu’s mom, you’re overreacting. It’s not that the children can’t eat it, but the cream has high sugar content and is greasy, eating too much could easily upset the stomach," Shen Mingzhu politely explained, while implicitly criticizing: your child has already eaten quite a lot, if it wasn’t for my intervention, you would still not be supervising.