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

Shen Mingzhu took out a new pair of slippers she had prepared earlier from the shoe cabinet and seeing the father and sons standing still, she casually called out, "Take a seat, why are you all just standing there?"

Pei Tang turned his head, his rosy cheeks wrinkling into buns, "Mom, you’re a liar."

Shen Mingzhu bent down and gently rubbed his nose, "What did Mom lie to you about?"

"You said you were doing well here, but the house you live in is so small, the bed is also small, and so is the sofa."

Compared to their home back in China, the apartment environment was indeed inferior.

The total area, not exceeding thirty square meters, besides the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and balcony, the remaining space was cramped with a single bed, a desk, and a double-door wardrobe.

Usually, Shen Mingzhu living alone didn’t feel cramped, but now with the addition of her father and sons and their luggage, it was inevitably a bit cramped.

Shen Mingzhu originally didn’t think that living in a small apartment was so tough, but seeing the sympathetic looks from the father and sons, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion in her chest.

This feeling of being pitied was really quite satisfying.

"Although the apartment is a bit small, it’s enough for Mom alone. And there are perks to a small house too, it’s quicker and easier to clean."