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After hearing the gossip from Yao Feixue, Ye Fangfei picked up Little Moon and prepared to head home.
In the yard, Zhou Xiaoying was squatting there washing clothes. When she saw Ye Fangfei come out, she surprisingly smiled at her and greeted, "Xiao Ye, are you going to visit the Ji family?"
"Yes, Sister-in-law, just washing clothes?" Ye Fangfei replied with a smile.
There was no conflict between them; since Zhou Xiaoying greeted her in a friendly manner, Ye Fangfei couldn't possibly respond coldly.
Once home, Ye Fangfei placed Little Moon on the kang and went outside to stoke the fire in the stove. She then cooked herself a bowl of noodles, which she paired with some fried meatballs for dinner.
Tang Zhi had gotten into trouble, leaving only her and Little Moon at home. So she had locked the front door early.
The next day, after sending Little Moon to Aunt Zhao's house, she went to work as usual. In just a few days, they would be on holiday, and Ye Fangfei was quite busy during this time.
It was another hectic day. After finally finishing work, she still needed to go to Aunt Zhao's house to pick up her daughter. Unexpectedly, she ran into Zhou Xiaoying again at the entrance of the courtyard.
Zhou Xiaoying was cooking in the kitchen while Old Madam Ma inside was scolding her loudly. When Ye Fangfei entered, Zhou Xiaoying happened to look up and Ye Fangfei noticed the unshed tears on her face.
Ye Fangfei nodded at her and intended to pass by. After all, she wasn't very familiar with Zhou Xiaoying and it wasn't her place to offer comfort.
However, Zhou Xiaoying clearly thought otherwise. Seeing Ye Fangfei, she waved her over like a thief signaling for help.
"What's wrong, Sister-in-law?" Ye Fangfei asked as she approached.
"Xiao Ye, I heard that your mother can get hold of some defective fabric. I wanted to ask if you could help me buy a piece?" Zhou Xiaoying said shyly. "My Jinhua and Yinhua have both started school, and I want to make them each a set of clothes. But I don't have enough fabric coupons and thought maybe you could help."
Yefangfei felt a pang of anxiety at the thought that Zhou Xiaoying might not want to help, so she hurriedly reassured her, "Don't worry, Xiaoye. I won't let you help for nothing. You know I work at the enamel factory. While I may not have much, I can definitely get my hands on some slightly flawed enamel basins and jars."
Yefangfei hadn't expected that Zhou Xiaoying was reaching out to her for this reason. She had heard that Zhou Xiaoying wasn't particularly kind to her three daughters. Whether it was a misunderstanding or if Zhou Xiaoying had come to terms with her situation, Yefangfei couldn't tell.
What puzzled Yefangfei was the mindset of those who favored sons over daughters. What difference did it make whether one had a son or a daughter? They were all flesh and blood, after all. It was one thing for outsiders to look down on her daughters, but it was incomprehensible for a mother to feel disdain for her own children.
Regardless of Zhou Xiaoying's reasons for wanting to make new clothes for her daughters, it was ultimately a good thing for the children. "I happen to have some fabric here that I was saving for my daughter, but since you need it urgently, you can take it," Yefangfei said kindly.
"Thank you, Xiaoye! I really appreciate it," Zhou Xiaoying replied sincerely, grateful for Yefangfei's generosity. She knew that her reputation in the courtyard wasn't great. It wasn't entirely others' fault; she had been overly sensitive and afraid that people would look down on her for having three daughters, which made her come off as harsh and bitter.
Now that she had realized this, she decided to get along better with the neighbors in the future. "No need to be polite. Just come by later to pick it up," Yefangfei said before heading off to find her daughter.
Having not seen her daughter for a while, Yefangfei knew that Aunt Zhao would take good care of Xiaoyue, but as a mother, she couldn't help but worry.
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