In the late afternoon, deep within an alley in the northern part of the city, Chen Jingru carefully smoothed the heap of sorghum flour on the small bowl in the kitchen.
Beside her, her mother, Mrs. Chen, sat by the stove and lit the fire. Seeing this, she sighed, "Put a little more, when Xiao Hui comes over later, don't let the child go hungry."
Chen Jingru gently nodded, but her actions remained unchanged.
"Jingru, what exactly are you planning? If you really get divorced, life won't be easy. How long can that old witch live? Outlive her, and your days will get better."
Chen Jingru paused with the small bowl in her hand, glanced at her mother with guilt, and kept her mouth shut without saying a word.
"Forget it, I can't control you, even if I say something, you won't listen. All the neighbors envy you, but who knows that you're the most unhappy at home. If I had known, I wouldn't have let you marry into the Lin Family back then...
