In the evening, at the dinner table, there was finally a bowl of porridge for Yuan Chun.
However, Yuan Chun's eyes were brimming with tears, accusing Mrs. Zhong, "Mom, last time Yuan Fen just caught a mild cold, and you felt sorry for her, giving her special treatment with steamed egg custard. I've had so many illnesses and severe malnutrition, the doctor said I need to eat more good food to nourish my body. Mom, why don't you give me special treatment? Am I really not your biological daughter? How can you treat your eldest and youngest daughters so differently?"
Mrs. Zhong's face turned gloomy, unable to maintain her kind mother persona any longer.
She said coldly, "We only have a few eggs left at home, those are for your dad. He works hard, and without eating well, how can he earn money to provide for your food, drink, and schooling? Today's hospital visit cost half a month of your dad's salary. Next month, besides for your dad, no one will have eggs."
