Tang Li Yue turned to Xu Ren, who had appeared at the shed entrance with his notebook.
"Record Minghao under respiratory priority. Supplies used for him are not to be counted against Lin Shuying's ration share."
Lin Shuying looked up sharply. "I can work for it."
Tang Li Yue gave her a flat look. "Did I say you cannot?"
"No, but..."
"You will work when you can work. Your son will breathe regardless of whether you have earned the air. Do not make me say something sentimental this early in the morning."
Lin Shuying stared at her.
Then lowered her head quickly.
Her shoulders shook once.
Tang Li Yue looked away.
Crying people were dangerous. Grateful crying people were worse. They made the air sticky.
Professor Han, however, was looking at Tang Li Yue with a strange expression.
"What?" she asked.
"I was told this was a farmhouse."
"It is."
