The Zhao mother and daughter went to the hospital, and Yuan Chun killed and plucked a chicken, making a mushroom roast wild chicken, with a bowl of white rice steamed on top.
Manager Wang walked in carrying a big white radish, and upon smelling the aroma of chicken, swallowed and said, "Aunt Dabao, it smells so good, did you make chicken? The aroma is practically breaking my nose."
Yuan Chun laughed, "Isn't it because my sister-in-law's mom is here? I didn't have any meat tickets, so I exchanged with someone in the village for a chicken to cook for her mom."
"Wow, you're really good to your sister-in-law, I've never seen such a nice sister-in-law," Manager Wang admired.
Her own sister-in-law seemed to hold a grudge against her, always cursing at her or asking for money or things. If she refused, the sister-in-law would hit her.
Yuan Chun sighed bitterly, "Sigh, there's no helping it, living under someone else's roof, the joys and sorrows are known only to oneself."
