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Ji Sibei lowered her head, hugged his neck, and came close to his ear, "Grandma gives chocolate to brother, but grandma doesn't give it to Beibei."

It's not that she wants to eat it. There are many delicious cakes at home, but grandma won't give them to her. Children always pay special attention to these.

Before Ji Yang could say anything, Jiang Ling heard it and walked over. Her expression was full of displeasure, but she still held it back and said, "Mom, go back and buy it for Beibei."

"Yes." Ji Sibei lay on Ji Yang's shoulders and hugged her father's neck.

Ji Yang turned sideways and looked at Jiang Ling. The couple had a big belly, their faces were a little pale, and there was sweat on their foreheads. The other had just come down from upstairs and was pulled out to do hard work again.

"She's pregnant with the baby. Just let my aunt and the others do their work." He held his daughter in one hand and stretched out his free hand to wipe her sweat.

"I'm back so early. If I rest, can my mother continue to watch? Besides, isn't it always like this?" Jiang Ling didn't want to, but she couldn't sit still. She didn't know how to refuse when called.

They seem to be born to clean up the aftermath.

Ji Yang didn't continue talking and held her hand and walked inside. The family was chatting happily inside. Fang Lan saw Jiang Ling and said with a smile, "Xiao Ling, your belly is so big now?"

"Yeah." Jiang Ling nodded.

In fact, she never dared to look at Fang Lan. He always dressed fashionably and wore light makeup, as if he lived an exquisite life. He was also a well-known teacher and had a high social status. But every time she came back, she was busy with her work and covered in sweat. I feel ashamed of myself.

Fang Lan always had a good attitude towards her, smiling and polite, but there was no conflict between the two of them, so what was there to be angry about?

Ji's father and Ji's mother took whatever good things they had to their place, and she and Ji Yang did all the dirty work. It was just superficial generosity and decency. Sometimes she felt heartbroken but couldn't help it.

"Where did you get the chocolate?" Ji Yang looked at Ji Yirui and then at Ji's mother, "Who bought the chocolate?"

Ji Sheng and the others are good at it. They often buy milk and bring it with some biscuits and snacks. When they go back, Ji's mother stuffs the milk into their car and asks them to take it back to replenish Ji Yirui's health. Only he and Jiang Ling every I always buy milk powder and cereal for the elderly.

Ji's mother's face stiffened, "There is it in the room. Do you want Beibei to eat it? Grandma will get it."

Both sons are from the same family, and some favoritism is secret. How can they dare to be fair and upright? It's not like she's brainless.

Ji Sibei hesitated for a moment, looked at her brother, and nodded lightly.

Ji's mother went to get two and put them in her hands.

"Thank you, grandma." She grabbed the chocolate and looked at her mother a little happily. Jiang Ling smiled and said, "Drink less, we will eat later."

"Yes, it's time to eat. Let's go eat, shall we? Ji Sheng, you are tired when you come back. Let's go eat together." Ji's mother continued.

"Why are you tired after this long journey? Mom and Dad, you are working hard at home. Happy birthday, Mom." Fang Lan can speak, and Ji Yirui is as sweet as her, "Happy birthday, grandma."

Ji's mother smiled broadly and said, "Okay, happy!"

"Happy birthday, grandma." Ji Sibei also said to Ji Sibei, who was walking out and answered in a perfunctory manner, "Beibei is also a good child."

Children can feel the subtle differences. She held the chocolate and looked at her father.

"Grandma has received Beibei's affection. Beibei is the best child." Ji Yang touched her head, "Let's go, now daddy is taking the best little princess Beibei to dinner."

"Okay." She smiled again and replied sweetly.

A total of three tables were opened, one for Ji's family and another for relatives. Ji's mother also invited some peers from the village who got along well with each other.

In fact, it means cooking a few vegetables, killing a few ducks, chickens and a sheep. Everyone eats, drinks and chats together, which is considered a celebration.

"Xiao Ling has a big belly and is still helping in the cake shop? You have to pay attention to your health and don't work too hard." Fang Lan looked at Jiang Ling with a bit of concern in her words.

She has always been kind to her, because there is nothing to compare with. She and Ji Sheng are both teachers, with stable wages and good treatment. Ji Yang's family lives hard, and they don't have much money despite their hard work, and they are not favored by their parents-in-law. The kind of mentality that doesn't care and disdains comparison.

She felt that she was already in a higher class and was more tolerant. Besides, she had gained a lot of benefits. She looked kinder and knew how to behave.

"Please help me take a look when you have time." Jiang Ling answered her. She is not as talkative as Fang Lan. They are the ones who are ignored at home and only know how to work silently. The only people who are greeted by relatives are Ji Sheng and his wife. .

"You still have to pay attention to your health. If Beibei makes a fuss, you should talk to her. She is such an old girl and needs to be more sensible." Ji's mother also said a few words.

Jiang Ling didn't reply. In the past, when Ji Yirui made a fuss, Ji's mother told Fang Lan to bring her back because she was about to give birth, and the other party didn't mention taking care of her. That was the difference.

Although her parents-in-law had finally raised their son and it was time for her to retire, such treatment made it difficult for her to balance her heart. But as a daughter-in-law, she still had to tolerate it in many cases.

"Beibei is sensible, just hire more people." Ji Yang said in a nonchalant tone.

"Beibei, don't bother mom." Ji Sibei ate with a spoon, watching her grandma give her brother a big chicken drumstick, and looked at Ji Yang, "Dad, Beibei also wants to eat a big drumstick."

Children are children, they think so much, and they will just say what they want.

How can there be two big chicken legs on one table? Fang Lan looked at her son and said in a preaching tone, "Yirui, you are the older brother, give the chicken leg to your younger sister."

Ji Yirui was a little reluctant, but he was afraid of his mother, so he stretched out his bowl and said, "Here."

"It's just one chicken leg. There are more on other tables or in the kitchen. Grandma can find it for Beibei." Ji's mother tried to smooth things over.

"Beibei." Jiang Ling looked at her daughter and shook her head gently. "If you want to eat chicken legs, we can eat them tomorrow. They belong to my brother. Mom will buy them for Beibei tomorrow."