Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 591 The sticky rice dumplings are ready.

“It’s all because of my illness that the children are suffering. After the fourth child got married, it should have been the fifth child, Zhan Yue, who took over everything at home. Our family is all capable, but Zhan Yue got into an agricultural high school. Once she started school, she couldn’t take care of things at home anymore. If I hadn’t gotten sick, the sixth child, Zhan Chun, and I could have managed at home. But now that I’m sick, Zhan Chun is only in the fourth grade of elementary school. It’s hard for me to let her drop out of school at such a young age. It’s not easy for Zhan Yue to get into an agricultural high school… Sigh… My body is really letting me down…”

As Wang Shujuan spoke, she patted her own legs with her hand.

"Third sister-in-law, don't worry, we'll always find a good solution that satisfies both sides. Just focus on getting better and we can think about other things later."

When Yunqing spoke, her eyes revealed boundless sympathy and understanding.

"How could I not be anxious? Zhan Yue hasn't been to school for more than ten days. My health is still fluctuating, and I can't be separated from my family even for a day. Both Zhan Chun and Zhan Yue are vying to drop out of school. They are both my children, and I can't bear to let either of them go to school."

Wang Shujuan spoke with a look of helplessness in her eyes.

"Fourth Aunt, let Zhanyue continue her schooling. I'll take care of you!"

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she walked up to Wang Shujuan.

"Silly child, your mother's health isn't good either, and she needs to be taken care of. You're the pillar of your family, and you're busy enough with everything at home and outside. I'm afraid you're overwhelmed and can't do everything you can. But your aunt still has to thank you for your filial piety."

As Wang Shujuan spoke, she looked at Zhan Yingying with grateful eyes.

"I can do it!"

Zhan Yingying spoke, looking at Wang Shujuan with a firm gaze.

"Third Aunt, please promise me Yingying, don't let Zhanyue drop out of school. It's so hard for her to get into agricultural high school. There are only a handful of people in our town who can get into agricultural high school. It would be such a waste to let Yue'er drop out of school."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she ran from the kitchen to Wang Shujuan and looked at her third aunt with pleading eyes.

"Sister Yingying, Sister Mengyan, please stop talking. Thank you for your kindness. After Fourth Sister gets married, it's my responsibility to take charge of everything in this family. This is our family rule, and it cannot be changed. It's my responsibility and my mission. My decision to drop out of school is urgent, and I don't want to delay any longer."

As Zhan Yue spoke, she looked at the group with a firm gaze.

"What rules and regulations! Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Rules need to be changed under certain circumstances."

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she looked defiant, as if she wanted to fight against fate.

"Stop arguing, anyway, I'm not good at studying and I don't like going to school, so I might as well take a break from school and stay home to take care of my mom. Everyone move aside, be careful not to get burned."

As Zhan Chun spoke, he brought out a steaming basket of sticky rice cakes from the kitchen.

Hearing the sound, the five looked over and saw the kitchen door curtain parted slightly by the steam. Zhan Chun's slender figure slowly emerged from the rising steam, her hands tightly holding a steamer basket of freshly spilled sticky rice dumplings. The dumplings were round and plump, their white skin gleaming with a warm, lustrous sheen, like jade balls piled high with snow. The rising steam blurred Zhan Chun's delicate features, but made her focused eyes even clearer. She walked forward slowly, and the others quickly moved aside. Beneath the wide, coarse cloth sleeves, her wrists were so thin they seemed fragile, yet steady. Her movements were careful and solemn, as if handling a fragile treasure. In the rising steam, those wrists, holding the warmth of everyday life, safely delivered this gift of comfort to the kang table.