When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 237: Difficult Mother-in-Law

"Eating too much garlic, ginger, and scallions can cause inflammation; you should use less! Try not to use them! In our generation, we were poor, and just used oil and salt! Didn’t we live to this age? Our bodies are still quite robust!"

Rachel Sherman stopped slicing the meat and turned her gaze to her mother-in-law, who had already stepped out of the kitchen, yet her voice still echoed in the ears—

"Don’t put all those miscellaneous things, it also saves some expenses! Sometimes you should save when you can, my Dylan Shaw earns money with difficulty! You need to be considerate of him!"

Her mother-in-law’s tone was very elder-like, almost instructional, and quite blunt.

Rachel felt uncomfortable hearing this, but did not argue.

This is the helplessness of living with in-laws, but Dylan is an only child and has the duty to care for his parents.

Moreover, living here, they can help look after the child, always lend a hand, especially since Rachel has returned to the workplace.

It was Mid-Autumn Festival, supposed to be a day of reunion.

To avoid unpleasantness, Rachel complied with her mother-in-law’s request and only used oil and salt while cooking.

She planned to divorce him, but her job was still in the probationary period.

Finally, an hour later, night had fallen, and a large table of dishes was prepared.

There was a mix of meat and vegetables, as well as soup.

Dylan’s phone wasn’t reachable.

"What’s going on? It’s switched off too?!" Mrs. Shaw frowned, holding her phone as she found Rachel, "Did you have a fight with him? Why would he choose to turn off his phone on Mid-Autumn Festival?!"

Again a questioning tone, Rachel no longer cared, and she replied softly, "No, Mom." After answering, she turned to get the cutlery.

Seeing her daughter-in-law so composed and calm, Mrs. Shaw got even more furious!

"Rachel! Your husband’s phone isn’t reachable, aren’t you worried at all? You still have the mood to get cutlery? What? Do you plan to eat by yourself?"

Perhaps Mrs. Shaw’s shouting was too loud, waking the half-year-old daughter sleeping in a cradle nearby.

The little baby whimpered twice then started crying out loud!

Rachel quickly removed her apron and washed her hands, and when she reached the cradle, her mother-in-law still stood not far away, looking pissed.

Indifferent to the fact that the child was crying.

Rachel bent down to pick up her baby daughter, comforting her with distress, "Don’t cry, don’t cry, June, don’t cry, Mommy’s here."

One hand holding the child’s soft waist, the other cradling the fragile back of her head, she gently pressed her cheek against her daughter’s, "Baby calm, it’s Mommy... don’t cry, Mommy’s here."

Perhaps hearing the gentle voice of her mom and smelling the familiar scent of her, June finally calmed down.

Having stood in the kitchen for so long, Rachel was exhausted now as she held her child.

The in-laws insisted on waiting for their son, Rachel wasn’t hungry, so she carried the baby into the bedroom.

Waited one and a half hours, the dishes went cold, still no sign of Dylan.

And the phone was still unreachable.

The elderly couple was especially worried about their son, having no appetite to eat.

Rachel, while accompanying her child, was distracted.

Recollecting Dylan Shaw and herself, from developing feelings in high school, to both getting into the university they cherished, then stepping into society together while supporting and encouraging each other.

Defying the immense pressure from Rachel’s parents who opposed the marriage, they secretly registered and got married... followed by marital conflicts, Dylan’s unconditional protection of his mother, and later, his infidelity...

Rachel’s heart, already riddled with wounds, felt dead, only pitying the young child.

Soon, a loud door-push noise startled everyone, Dylan had returned.

Mr. Shaw and Mrs. Shaw hurried to support him, as their son was staggering, reeking of alcohol.

"Son, what’s happened to you?"

"Dylan, why did you drink so much? This child!"

Disregarding his parents’ concern, Dylan swung them aside and stumbled toward the master bedroom.

Rachel, standing at the bedroom door holding the baby, was also pushed aside by his outstretched hand, stepping back nearly falling.

Dylan pulled back the blanket and collapsed into sleep, without even time to take off his shoes.