When Rong Yan came out, she found that her parents had already left with those three people.
She had intended to take the three of them over herself.
But now that everyone had left, what was the point in going?
Seeing that Qin Mei hadn’t gotten up yet, she went to Qin Mei’s room.
After checking Qin Mei’s pulse again to make sure there was no problem, she simply walked out.
Breakfast wasn’t made.
Guessing that her parents might be back later, she decided to just go out and buy some breakfast.
Street food stalls were allowed now, and there were quite a few people selling breakfast.
Each one made pretty good stuff.
So, eating out was just as good.
She bought soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, meat buns, and glutinous rice cakes.
Carrying them, she walked home.
Just as she entered the alleyway, she ran into Song Xiuxiu.
"Sister Rong, you’re buying breakfast?"
Rong Yan nodded, "Yes, where are you off to?"
"I was introduced to a temporary job yesterday, sorting some books at the library, which I can do until the school term starts." That way, I can earn some living expenses.
Having some money in hand is good.
Rong Yan: "That’s nice."
Song Xiuxiu smiled, "Indeed, I think so too. It’s too hard to find jobs in the city now, and many of the intellectual youth who have returned to the city don’t have jobs."
As a large number of the intellectual youth returned to the cities, job positions didn’t increase proportionally.
Even temporary work was highly sought after.
"Then off you go!" Rong Yan didn’t want to delay anyone’s work time.
Song Xiuxiu nodded. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, "Sister Rong, someone here is spreading rumors that you’re abusing your sister-in-law!"
Rong Yan: ...?
"What do you mean ’abusing my sister-in-law’?" She recognized the words, but the combined meaning was lost on her. Was it what she was thinking?
"It’s... some people are spreading that you’re abusing Qin Mei, not letting her go out to play or eat... They say you make her stand while eating and that all the chores at home are done by Qin Mei, not letting her rest for a minute..."
Rong Yan: ...?
What the hell? Who dumped such a big pot on her head so early in the morning?
"They are painting you as the ultimate evil sister-in-law, while Qin Mei is the most pitiful little cabbage, saying that in the scorching heat...you lay down while making the poor girl stand and fan you."
Rong Yan got the picture.
She knew who had spread these rumors.
Wasn’t it just that brawny aunt who came to her house... didn’t she just happen to see Qin Mei waving a fan for her?
"I’ll find out later who started the rumors, but I have to go to work now." Song Xiuxiu really wanted to help, but her job was obtained through a favor, and if she didn’t show up or was late on her first day, it would inevitably affect the person who helped her get the job.
Rong Yan: "It’s fine, I don’t care about it, go to work! Besides, I know who it is."
Hearing that Rong Yan knew, Song Xiuxiu did not ask further, mainly because she was running late.
"Alright, then I’m off."
She left quickly.
Rong Yan also carried her breakfast towards her home.
Then, Li Juan came out through the main gate and looked at Rong Yan with disdain.
Rong Yan: ...
She was not someone to tolerate such attitude, "Keep looking, do you want to keep your eyeballs?"
Li Juan’s face looked terribly ugly. She wanted to retort but suddenly thought of something and backed into the yard with a dark expression.
Rong Yan watched the retreating figure and couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow; this wasn’t like her?
But she didn’t investigate further, because with fewer words from that woman, she felt instantly refreshed, as if the air around her had cleared.
That’s how people are, otherwise, if she wasn’t tough and not easily provoked, she probably would have had her morning ruined.
Rong Yan handed her the soy milk, then gave her a pork bun, "Take whatever else you want to eat. This rice cake is not bad, soft and sticky, try it later."

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