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After sending Tang Zhicheng off, Ye Fangfei went back to the kang and took a nap. It was Sunday, and she didn’t have to go to work, so she wasn’t in a hurry to get up. She snuggled with her daughter and ended up sleeping until nine in the morning.
When she finally got up, she felt too lazy to cook. She fed her daughter some milk, made herself a cup of malted milk, and ate two pieces of steamed cake. After tidying up a bit, she decided to visit Aunt Zhao.
The weather had turned cold, and the usually lively courtyard was now quiet, with everyone staying inside their own homes. Ye Fangfei arrived at Aunt Zhao's door and knocked. “Aunt Zhao, is this Zhao’s house?”
Inside, Aunt Zhao was busy pasting matchboxes. Hearing someone call her, she quickly responded, “Yes, who is it? Come in!”
With that invitation, Ye Fangfei entered the house with her child. “Little Ye is here? Come on, come sit on the kang; it’s warm up there. Put the baby on the kang too,” Aunt Zhao said warmly.
“Hey, Aunt Zhao, you’re still pasting matchboxes?” Ye Fangfei asked as she sat on the edge of the kang.
“Yes, I’m just trying to keep busy. I thought I might earn a little extra to help with household expenses,” Aunt Zhao replied as she resumed her work.
“How much do you make in a month from pasting matchboxes?” Ye Fangfei asked, wanting to gauge the situation.
It wouldn’t do for them to earn less than what Aunt Zhao made from her work.
“Oh, not much; maybe three or four yuan a month—enough to buy the kids some candy,” Aunt Zhao said.
“That’s still not bad. Temporary workers at the factory only make about ten yuan a month and have to work from dawn till dusk,” Ye Fangfei remarked.
“Exactly! One should be content; how much money is enough? Having some income is already good,” Aunt Zhao expressed her thoughts subtly.
Ye Fangfei understood her meaning and smiled as she said, “Aunt Zhao, Zhicheng and I discussed it; we’d like to ask you to help take care of our child.”
“When I go to work, I’ll bring the baby over. I’ll come back at noon to feed her and pick her up again in the evening. When Zhicheng and I are off work, we’ll take care of her ourselves.”
“We can give you ten yuan every month; how does that sound?”
“No need for that much! I’m just sitting around anyway; watching a little one won’t tire me out,” Aunt Zhao said happily upon hearing Ye Fangfei’s proposal.
“It’s not too much; babies can be quite a handful since they can’t talk yet. We’ll need your help more in the future,” Ye Fangfei replied sincerely.
After all, she would eventually have to let someone take care of her daughter, so it was best to be polite. Just as she had said earlier, her little girl was still a baby who couldn't speak; even if she felt wronged, she wouldn't be able to express it. Thinking of this, Ye Fangfei felt uneasy about leaving her daughter in anyone's care. However, it wasn't feasible to bring the little moonlight with her to the office and keep an eye on her.
As time went on, in just a few months, the little moonlight would grow bigger and become more prone to crying and fussing—this was simply a child's nature and could not be avoided. At home, the office was still a place of work; having a child crying frequently would certainly cause some trouble.
Sighing, she realized there was nothing she could do. If she felt uneasy, she would just have to make more trips herself in the future.
Hearing Ye Fangfei's words, Aunt Zhao felt pleased. Although taking care of children sounded easy, it actually involved quite a bit of work. One had to pay attention when the child needed a diaper change or when they were too hot or too cold. The fact that Ye Fangfei could articulate these concerns showed that she wasn't foolish at all. Aunt Zhao was more than willing to do her best to help take care of the child.
"Alright then, since you say so, Little Ye," Aunt Zhao replied with a smile, deciding not to say anything more.
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