Reborn in the 1980s: I became a stepmother in the 1980s Ⅱ

Part 203 Learn from others

Zhou Zehan had originally come out to feed the rabbits. When he heard the voice and looked over, he saw it was his least favorite person—his aunt, Zhou Tingting.

He didn't move.

Seeing his lack of reaction, Zhou Tingting bit her lip in frustration and pulled some money out of her pocket. "Xiao Han, be a good boy. Help Auntie with something, and I'll give you money to buy some candy."

Zhou Zehan glanced at the money. Just one yuan? He had almost thirty in his piggy bank! His aunt was so stingy!

He didn't care about the money at all, but then he thought about his savings goal and hesitated. After a moment, he reluctantly walked over and asked, "What do you want me to do, Auntie? If it's something bad or if it involves letting you into our house, I'm not helping."

To him, letting his aunt inside was about as bad as committing an evil deed.

Zhou Tingting almost fainted from anger at his words. How could this little brat be so disrespectful?

Sure enough, a child raised in the countryside had no manners!

She fumed inwardly, thinking back to how this kid used to be so obedient, always tucking his tail between his legs when he saw her, doing whatever she asked without question.

And now, in such a short time, he had become this defiant!

Zhou Tingting thought to herself that Si Nian must have been the one influencing these kids behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could these two timid children dare to behave like this?

Although she was itching to lose her temper, Zhou Tingting held it in, remembering her own desperate situation. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Fine, I won't go inside. Just do me a favor. I heard your mom is going to make braised meat with the Lin family tonight, right? Just listen in, see how they make it, and write it down for me. I'll give you one yuan."

"One yuan?" Zhou Zehan's face scrunched up in extreme disdain. "No way."

Zhou Tingting was stunned. Did this brat just turn his nose up at her offer?

Did he even know how much one yuan was worth?

Even her own son only got two yuan a week from her.

Zhou Tingting was tempted to smack him.

"How much do you want then?" she demanded.

Zhou Zehan held up five fingers.

Zhou Tingting's face darkened. "Five yuan?"

"Auntie, this is five yuan. Can't you count?" Zhou Zehan said with disdain.

Zhou Tingting screamed, "What? Are you out of your mind, asking for five yuan?"

"If you're not going to give it, I'll go tell Mom!" Zhou Zehan declared loudly.

Before Zhou Tingting could even curse, she was startled by his threat and screamed, "Stop! Don't you dare tell your stepmother!"

Zhou Zehan eyed the money, his gaze shifting. "So?"

Zhou Tingting, gritting her teeth in frustration, pulled out the money and handed it over. "Take it, take it. Just make sure to tell me tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I swear I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Zhou Tingting made a threatening gesture toward him.

Zhou Zehan instinctively shrank back but then had a sudden thought. He straightened up, made a face at Zhou Tingting, and ran back into the house.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, look!"

Zhou Zehan burst into the room, shouting.

Zhou Yue Dong, who was folding some clothes, turned around when he heard the noise.