Su Wanwan stared at the 300 yuan can of imported milk powder in the shopping cart, her fingers hanging between "pay" and "delete" for a full minute.
The son's soft voice came from behind: "Mom, I'm hungry."
She gritted her teeth, deleted the milk powder, and replaced it with domestically produced milk.
Late at night, my husband Lu Chen looked at the bill and frowned: "Why did the expenses exceed this month again? Didn't I let you save some money?"
Su Wanwan clutched the corner of her pilled pajamas and said nothing. Three years ago, she was also a white-collar worker with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan. Now, she even hesitates to buy herself a new underwear for half a year.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, she couldn't sleep and checked her cell phone. In the classmate group, colleagues at that time posted in Moments about promotions and salary increases, with the caption "Thank you for your hard work."
Su Wanwan buried her face into the pillow, soaking the pillowcloth with silent tears.
At this moment, a cold mechanical voice sounded in my mind:
[Ding - It is detected that the host's quality of life is seriously substandard, and the "Prodigal Rich Country System" is being forcibly bound...]
Reader comments
Most of it is pretty good, but I just want to know where my uncle is. To make life so difficult for my aunt and family, don't tell me that my uncle is an investor! ! !
Most of it is pretty good, but I just want to know where my uncle is. To make life so difficult for my aunt and family, don't tell me that my uncle is an investor! ! !