After my C-section, I suffered severe blood loss and was left physically depleted. My family spent a fortune hiring a nutritionist to prepare custom confinement meals for me.
But my husband, Jiang Wen, told the nutritionist to give half my meals to his secretary. Then he turned to me and said:
“Chu Chu worked hard on the project. Give her half to help her recover. It counts as a company benefit.”
“This is the sharing economy. Don't be so stingy. You should be more considerate of her.”
Before I could say a word, Lin Chuchu smiled. “Sis, aren't you worried you'll get so fat you won't be able to lose the weight? Giving me half is perfect.”
I clenched my fists and looked up at Jiang Wen. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
He met Lin Chuchu's hopeful gaze and nodded without hesitation.
“What else? Don't make a fuss over something so small. Be sensible.”
“Having a baby is an achievement, so consider the other half your reward.”
I endured a seven-layer C-section and nearly died. And this was what I got in return: a shared set of confinement meals.
