Three Women in the Cage

The reason why Yaya said this was that she didn't want Yang's mother to be ordered like this. Besides, Yang's mother was old, and she wanted to help share some of the burden.

Seeing Yaya actively showing her affection, Yang Jin asked curiously, "You know everything? What exactly? Food? Playthings?"

Later, Yaya made her a sumptuous breakfast, which was something Yang's mother had never made before. The presentation was very beautiful and the taste was very special. Yang Jin sat at the dining table and praised Yaya highly, and admired her for the first time.

She let go of her grudge and said, "You are amazing. I am tired of eating grandma's cooking. Please cook for me in the future!"

Beautiful girls are all lovable, and Yaya is no exception. She readily agreed: "Sure, I like doing it anyway."

Later, Yaya really behaved very well. She completely replaced Yang's mother in cooking, and cleaned the house before going to the hospital.

Yang's mother and father were very satisfied with her.

Yaya is indeed talented in this area. She wants to reduce the burden on Yang's mother, but she also feels that if she does not show diligence when visiting someone else's home, she will sooner or later be disliked by the host, even if they are relatives.

So, she made herself diligent, but Xinxin couldn't be so calm.

She always felt that she would appear restless when she went to someone else's house. When others served her food and lodging, she would at most politely say thank you. She could never be as calm and generous as her second sister Yaya, treating the place as her own home and doing her part as the host.

She really couldn't do it. On the one hand, she felt embarrassed. On the other hand, she was not good at doing things well. Not everyone could do everything satisfactorily like Yaya.

She could only sit aside, not knowing how to chat with her grandparents, nor what to do. Her restrained personality made everything she did seem out of place, and she could only hide in a corner and act like a transparent person.

In contrast, not only Yang's father and mother liked Yaya, but Yang Jin also liked Yaya. In this way, Yaya became half the owner of this place.

This time, for some reason, Yang Jin insisted on going to the hospital with Yaya. So, when they arrived at the hospital, Ma Mei looked at Yang Jin and said in shock: "Why are you here? There are so many viruses in this hospital. Didn't they tell you not to come and to practice piano at home? Go back quickly and don't stay here."

At this moment, Yang Su came with Chi Lin. When he saw Yang Jin, Yang Su exclaimed, "Oh, Yang Jin is here, and she's become prettier. Come, play with your sister Chi Lin for a while, and then come with us to the store."

Ma Mei thought that since they would be leaving soon, it would be a good idea to take Yang Jin with them, so she agreed, "Of course, we'll go to play at my aunt's shop later. Your sister Chi Lin is there too, so we'll have some company."

When Chi Lin saw Yang Jin, he ran over quickly, pulled Yang Jin and said happily: "Oh, Princess Yang is here, she is so beautiful, come quickly, I have a princess game here, let's play together."

Yang Jin completely forgot that in her eyes, Chi Lin was more like her playmate than Yaya, who was clinging to her just now. Yaya was like a maid who was centered around her and was always unconditionally kind to her. There was no equality between them in their positions, not to mention Xinxin, who was not even in her eyes.

Looking at the two equally beautiful girls sitting together playing games, Ma Mei and Yang Su both showed a satisfied and proud smile.

Yaya stood aside and looked at it indifferently. She had become accustomed to being ignored and treated indifferently by others. What others did was their business. She just had to do her job well.

She took out the lunch box swiftly, placed her uncle's portion on the table, and was about to help her uncle get up to eat when a fragrant aroma hit her.

Ma Mei smelled the food and looked over. When she saw the dishes, she swallowed and said, "Wow, today's dishes smell so good and look delicious. But why don't they look like her grandmother's cooking?"

Yang Jin quickly said proudly: "Sister Yaya made it. It's delicious. I ate a lot of it at home. You guys should try it too."

So Ma Mei quickly took her lunch box, held it in her hand, and took a tentative bite of the food. Instantly, her mouth was filled with sweetness, which was her favorite taste. It tasted really good. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "Mm, delicious!"

After that, he turned to Yang Su and said, "Would you like to come and have some? The food is really good. You can open a restaurant there."

Yang Su took the chopsticks, ate two chopsticks, and agreed: "It's indeed possible, Yaya, who did you learn to cook from? You can be a chef now."

Yaya said disapprovingly: "I learned it at home when I had nothing to do. It's okay to eat at home, but forget about going to a restaurant."

At this moment, they envied Yang Yu for being able to raise such a capable child. But in the blink of an eye, when they compared their own children, they didn't want their own children to be busy around pots and pans one day.

After a while, unable to resist Ma Mei's urging, Yang Su took Chi Lin and Yang Jin away. After all, if they stayed any longer, the virus would infect her princess-like child.

After they left, Ma Mei was ready to go home to take a shower and rest. After giving instructions to the two sisters, she left.

For a moment, there were only two sisters in the ward. After Yaya packed up her lunch box, she and Xinxin busied themselves cleaning the bedpan.

In the following days, Yang Su and Chi Lin never came again, and Yang Jin was also forbidden to go in or out. Only the two sisters were busy shuttling between home and the hospital.

Yang's father and mother were at home, anxiously waiting every day, hoping that their youngest son would come back soon. They had experienced the pain of seeing a loved one die before them once, and they didn't want to experience that kind of despair again.

What's more, they only have one son now. If they lose another one, where can they go in the future?

They dared not think about it and could only hope every night that their youngest son would recover and come back.

That day, Yang Ming's condition improved, and Ma Mei wanted Yaya to go back and help make some nutritious soup, so Xinxin stayed in the hospital alone.

When the two came back, it was noon. Because they were in a hurry to take a shower, Ma Mei asked Yang's mother to make noodles for lunch. When Ma Mei came out, Yaya helped Yang's mother to make noodles for lunch.

When she was about to invite Ma Mei to eat, Ma Mei suddenly said to Ya Ya: "Yaya, your house is very clean, why don't you clean the toilet? It was originally your grandma's job, but she never does it well. Why don't you do it for her?"

Seeing that Yaya was capable, Ma Mei wanted to hire her as a servant. Yaya frowned when she heard that. She was willing to do it because, firstly, she wanted to help her grandmother and reduce her burden, and secondly, she felt that in someone else's home, doing what she could would prevent her from being despised by the host.

However, that was all her own subjective consciousness. She was willing to do it on her own initiative, so she could have ignored it. But now she was being ordered around and was acting passively, which she really didn't like.

Because this shows no respect for others, and she has her own pride. Facing Ma Mei's attack, Yaya didn't want to agree immediately. She said tactfully: "Wait a minute! The noodles are ready. It's not too late to clean up after eating."

Ma Mei didn't want Yaya to reject her in person. She didn't know why, but she was furious. She didn't allow any refusal and said, "No, you have to clean it right away. It's too dirty in here. I can't eat unless I clean it up."

"Come and clean up quickly. Finish it in a few seconds and then eat. Isn't that different?"

Faced with Ma Mei's aggressive tone, Yaya's face darkened. She was holding the hot noodles, not knowing whether to put them down or hold them up. She froze there for a moment, her heart surging.

Mother Yang came out quickly and advised Yaya, "Hey, go ahead! I'll save it for you. Come and eat after you finish cleaning."

Father Yang also hurried to persuade her, fearing that Yaya would talk back again.

Yang's father and mother have learned that when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. They are used to trying to please others and showing weakness, and now they want their granddaughter to be humble as well, otherwise if there is a conflict, they will lose their place to stand.

Yaya looked at her grandparents with red eyes. When did they learn to compromise?

When tears were about to fall, she put down the bowl with a "bang" and rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind. The moment the bathroom door closed, tears could no longer be held back and rolled down.

At this moment, she felt that her previous diligence seemed pathetic and ridiculous. How could her grandparents know that her willingness was partly due to them?

However, when faced with the choice, they sacrificed themselves without hesitation. Yes, in their hearts, they could not offend their aunt, they could only please her, so they should sacrifice themselves.

And my aunt, do you think that because I work hard and never complain, I must obey my aunt's orders and let her treat me as a nanny as a matter of course?

These people are like this. The more you lower your posture, the more they will become more aggressive and trample your self-esteem into the mud.

They deserve to be noble, and I deserve to be lowly.

She hated it. If it weren't for her uncle's kindness, how could she do this? But these people always thought that everything they did was natural.

As she scrubbed the toilet vigorously, tears streamed down her face. Was she supposed to ignore her uncle? Was she supposed to stop feeling sorry for her grandparents? In her heart, it seemed she couldn't do it. She couldn't just stand there and not get involved.

Therefore, she had a soft spot, and even if she was wronged, she had to endure it alone.

Sometimes I feel that being too sensible is also a kind of self-torture. I thought I could move others, but unexpectedly, no one can be moved.