After I Got Rregnant, My Mother-in-law Gave Me Leftovers Every Day

After saying this, she insisted on taking me out to eat.

"Boss, a pork knuckle rice, please."

When the food arrived, she pushed it in front of me.

"Mom, aren't you eating?"

She waved her hand.

"Mom, just have some soup."

I watched as she took a large bowl from the cabinet and went to the free soup station.

With a big ladle, she scooped and scooped.

Under the bewildered gazes of the owner and customers, she filled her bowl with bones.

Returning to the table, she put two pieces in my dish.

"Nina, eat more. There's still a lot of meat on these bones!"

Truly, birds of a feather flock together.

As we left, she didn't forget to pocket a box of toothpicks from the table.

It was the only time she treated me to a meal—a 12-dollar pork knuckle rice.

When we got home, my mother-in-law saw it was still early.

She told me to go sell the cardboard boxes and bottles she had collected to make some money.

"She said she would buy toys for Kimi in the future."

The living room and hallway were filled with the junk she picked up.

In my last life, I would always sell them on time and hand the money over to her.

The recycling center was quite a distance from our neighborhood, so I had to take a taxi.

Each time, carrying large bags of trash, the taxi drivers would always look at me with disdain.

I didn't care; back and forth, the taxi fare was 20 dollars, and after all the hard work, selling the trash would only get me about 10 dollars.

And I had to hand the money to her with a big smile, praising her for being so thrifty.

I told my mother-in-law that glass bottles weren't worth much these days and she shouldn't bother picking them up.

She accused me of being lazy and complained that glass bottles were heavy.

"Don't think you can trick an old woman like me just because I'm uneducated."

"Glass bottles are heavier than cans; how could they not be worth more?"

My husband said that her generation was used to being frugal and asked me to be more understanding.

So, I listened to him and just went along to make the old lady happy.

In this life, when she asked me to sell the trash again.

I smiled and said.

"I'm a bit tired today when I went out, and the baby in my belly seems unhappy, kicking me."

She thought about her grandson and couldn't say much, so she just piled the trash in the hallway.