My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

Ruan Tinghe: "Speak. Tell me today, and I won't blame you."

Da Bao timidly raised his little finger and pointed at the radio.

Ruan Tinghe walked over, pressed the switch on the radio, and it still turned on, with clear and normal sound.

"Not broken?"

Da Bao said with a hint of pride, "This is easy, I'm good at fixing it!"

He even tried to fix the table lamp, but it just wouldn't light up!

"You're quite proud of yourself? Anything else?"

Da Bao shook his head, "No more mom? There's nothing left to tear down in the house."

Ruan Tinghe thought about it and realized it was true.

You can't exactly dismantle the table and cabinets, can you? The only two high-tech items are the table lamp and the tape recorder.

There are plenty of them in the space, but I've hardly ever used them.

"Why take it apart?"

Erbao raised his hand: "I asked my older brother to take it apart. I wanted to see inside and draw on it."

Erbao loves to draw all sorts of things, but now drawing just their appearance isn't enough for him.

"Where's the painting?" Ruan Tinghe reached out her hand.

Erbao climbed onto the bed and pulled out several sheets of drawing paper from under the pillow.

A drawing of the exterior of a radio, along with an analytical diagram of its internal structure!

A diagram showing the outline of a table lamp and its internal structure! It even details the circuit board inside…

The image depicts a mechanical watch, also showing its external shape along with a structural diagram of its internal disassembly, but the watch design is incomplete.

But when I flipped to the next picture, I found that the picture of the watch had been filled in completely!

The missing part was actually drawn.

Ruan Tinghe squinted, asking Erbao in disbelief, "Erbao, where's this watch?"

Erbao then took out a broken watch wrapped in scraps of cloth from under the bed. It was exactly the same as the one in the painting, except that the painting had filled in the missing parts.

Ruan Tinghe had a gut feeling that this watch was originally meant to be like the one in the painting.

"Erbao, how did you know the broken part of this watch looked like this?"

Erbao scratched his head. "I don't know, I just think it should look like this."

A bold guess suddenly popped into Ruan Tinghe's mind.

Could it be that Erbao has also awakened some kind of cheat ability?

"Wait for me here!"

After she stepped through the curtain, she took out an alarm clock from her storage space.

"Da Bao, come in."

Da Bao crawled in, looking at Ruan Tinghe with a puzzled expression, and at the alarm clock in her hand.

"Mom, what's this?"

"It's a clock." A 21st-century alarm clock!

Ruan Tinghe handed the alarm clock to Da Bao, "Take it apart."

Da Bao was a little reluctant to part with it; it was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful clock, which looked like a little pig.

"Take it apart, and you can have this clock from now on!"

Da Bao was pleasantly surprised and quickly disassembled the alarm clock.

The parts were scattered and disorganized.

Ruan Tinghe picked up one of the items, which she herself didn't know what it was, and put it away.

"Alright, take it out and give it to your younger brother. Don't tell him what's missing. Let him figure it out himself."

Erbao and Xiaobao were thrilled when they saw the clock, but when they learned it was broken, Xiaobao wrinkled his nose and almost burst into tears!

Ruan Tinghe quickly comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry! The clock isn't broken, it's just that Mom took part of it. As long as Erbao can draw the missing part, I'll give it back to you."

"Da Bao, you're not allowed to reveal any information! Otherwise, the clock will be confiscated!"

"Eeya!" Xiao Bao looked at Er Bao with bright eyes, the expectation in his eyes was too obvious.

Da Bao kept his mouth tightly shut. "I'm not telling you!"

Erbao looked at Ruan Tinghe, then at the pitiful Xiaobao, and at the silent Dabao.

"I don't know..." he said weakly, "I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid. Even if you can't draw it, it's okay. The clock is still a gift for you, but it will just be a broken clock."

"Aww!" Xiao Bao rubbed his head against Er Bao's arm, acting cute and affectionate.

Erbao clenched his little fist, "Don't worry, little sister, I'll definitely give you a good clock!"

"Are you still going to Little Dragon's house?"

Seeing the three little ones quickly taking the clock and studying it on the ground, Ruan Tinghe couldn't help but ask.

Seeing how engrossed his younger siblings were, Da Bao took Ruan Tinghe's hand and said, "Mom, I'll go with you. My younger siblings will stay at home."

"Fine, that way you won't be so soft-hearted as to tell your younger siblings!"

After going downstairs and preparing a few eggs, Ruan Tinghe took Dabao to Liang Yali's house.

Before even entering the door, I heard Liang Yali coughing violently and calling out.

"Mom! Mom, get me a glass of water!"

However, Liang Yali's mother-in-law not only didn't pour water, but when she saw Ruan Tinghe arrive, she went straight into her room and slammed the door shut, clearly not wanting to care about Liang Yali's life or death.

Ruan Tinghe knocked on the door and went in, only to see Liang Yali lying on the bed with a pale face and cold sweat on her forehead.

"Sister Yali, wait a minute, the water's in the kitchen, right? I'll go get it for you!"

When Ruan Tinghe returned from the kitchen with water, Liang Yali had already managed to sit up, still coughing incessantly.

"Just hand it over, don't get too close. I still have a high fever and I'm afraid of infecting you. I've already sent Da Bao out; children are more vulnerable."

Ruan Tinghe looked outside and saw Da Bao squatting in the yard watching ants.

"Sister Yali, why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

"It's nothing, just a minor illness. The fever will break, no need to waste money!"

Ruan Tinghe frowned. "That won't do. You can't get sick without seeing a doctor or taking medicine."

Liang Yali smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but my mother-in-law took all my money while I was sick."

"What?" Ruan Tinghe was shocked. Could there really be such an evil mother-in-law in this world?

"Sigh, it's alright, I'm used to it. She thinks she's the head of the household and that she has to make all the decisions. Last time I took away her face cream and stopped her from seeing Ruan Jiaojiao, she felt embarrassed and that's why she's deliberately going against me now."

Normally, Liang Yali's mother-in-law doesn't want to fight with Liang Yali, but the difference in their physical strength is too great. She can't beat her in a fight or argue with her, so she's been holding back her anger.

Now that Liang Yali is sick, she's suddenly become incredibly powerful!

"Once I'm better, I'll take the money back. Don't worry, she'll only be smug for a few days! Our family still needs me to take care of her. She wouldn't dare let me stay sick indefinitely; she just wants me to suffer a bit!"

Ruan Tinghe couldn't understand this kind of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Luckily, she had children but no husband or in-laws, otherwise she couldn't imagine how difficult her life would be.

"I have some medicine, do you want to bring down the fever?"

Ruan Tinghe's space does indeed contain antipyretics, which are much more effective than the current medications.

Liang Yali refused, saying, "No need. You have a lot of family members; keep it for emergencies. I can manage on my own. It's just a pity I'll have to take a few days off from the factory."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Ruan Tinghe could only ask, "What about Xiaolong?"

"He just got scolded by his grandma, and he's probably crying in his room right now. Why don't you let Da Bao take him out to play? That's his room," Liang Yali pointed to a door.

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Since nothing I say will persuade you, I might as well take action.

Ruan Tinghe asked Da Bao to call Xiao Long and then returned to the Yin family.

Find the brown sugar, scrape off a layer of powdered sugar with a spoon, and dissolve it in hot water.

Then throw in the fever reducer.

"Xiaolong, take this bowl of sweet soup back to your mom. If she doesn't drink it, just tell her that she doesn't have me as a friend anymore."

Xiao Long's eyes immediately welled up with tears as he smelled the sweet aroma of the syrup.

"Thank you, Aunt Ruan. You're even better than my grandma."

"Silly child, go quickly."

The little dragon ran incredibly fast, yet not a drop of the brown sugar water spilled.

This is a good child.