Just then, Jiang Yu Shuang emerged from the room.
Upon seeing Jiang Ling seated on the sofa, she couldn't help but be taken aback. "Ling Zi, why are you here? Why didn't you say anything in advance if you were coming?"
Jiang Ling, eating a lotus seed paste and salted egg yolk mooncake, replied with a smile, "Didn't I say I was coming over today? Did you forget?"
"Nani? Is that so?" Jiang Yu Shuang looked at Jian Fan. "How come I remember it was my younger sister Yu Xue who was supposed to come?"
Jian Fan couldn't help but press his forehead.
His precious wife was good at everything, except her memory was a bit slow, and she often misremembered things.
It was clearly his father who liked spicy tofu pudding, but after she mentioned it, it turned into something Jian Zhou liked.
This time, she said Jiang Ling was coming over, but after her mind filtered it, it became her younger sister Jiang Yu Xue who was coming.
Seeing her husband's expression, Jiang Yu Shuang knew she had gotten things mixed up and gave Jiang Ling an awkward smile.
Just as she was about to say something, the wail of the little dumpling came from the bedroom.
Jiang Yu Shuang immediately rushed to pick it up, cooing and soothing it.
"Sigh, wives nowadays are too pampered. They don't even know how to take care of a child, and the child cries whenever they're held!"
Jian family's aunt, cracking sunflower seeds, said indifferently, her gaze fixed on Jiang Ling.
Jian Fan was instantly displeased upon hearing this.
Jiang Ling saw that Jian family's aunt always picked on the weak, bullying her good sister when she couldn't win an argument. How could she stand for it?
Seeing Jian Fan about to retort, she immediately signaled him with her eyes, indicating that men should stay out of women's wars and step aside. Let her handle this!
Jian Fan understood and, suppressing his anger, watched.
Jiang Ling grinned and said, "It's normal not to know how to take care of a child when it's your first time giving birth. If you look down on it so much, perhaps you should have your son find a second-time mother who has already had children. That way, it will be more convenient for them to take care of your grandchild later."
"Pfft!"
Jian Zhou couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Jian family's aunt's face turned as ugly as if she had stepped on dog excrement.
The little dumpling continued to cry incessantly, and no amount of coaxing could calm it down.
Jian Mama was heartbroken and quickly said, "Could this child have peed?"
Jiang Yu Shuang quickly checked. "Oh, she really peed. Honey, quickly change her diaper."
Jian Fan heard this, got up, took the little dumpling from Jiang Yu Shuang's hands, and was about to go into the room to change it.
The Jian family's cousin, who had asked Jiang Ling to serve tea earlier, said, "What are you, a grown man, doing changing diapers? You should have your wife do it."
The other relatives nodded in agreement.
Jiang Ling snorted and said, "Diapers can be changed by women, so why can't men? Cousin, you should really have your son learn more. Otherwise, when you get old and are incontinent, are you going to rely on the daughter-in-law you've doted on for most of your life to change you? If you don't let your son learn now, you'll suffer in your old age."
Jian family's cousin: "..."
Jian Fan entered the room to change the little dumpling's diaper. Another aunt, unable to stand Jiang Ling constantly siding with Jiang Yu Shuang, chimed in sarcastically to make her presence known.
She smiled at Jiang Yu Shuang and said, "You've been married for ten years, why only one child? More children mean more companions. When you get old and sick, your children can get together to discuss."
The aunt had an expression of "I'm purely doing this for your own good," which made Jiang Yu Shuang want to slap her.
However, this struck a chord with Jian Mama, who couldn't help but nod repeatedly.
Jiang Ling picked up a preserved plum hawthorn slice with a toothpick and ate it slowly, then smiled, "Discuss what? Discuss who will pull out the oxygen tube when you're lying on your sickbed in old age, the eldest son or the youngest daughter?"
Auntie Jian: "..."