Lin's mother was angered by Lin Qinghuan's attitude, but Lin Qinghuan didn't care about her mother at all. She could only glare at Lin Qinghuan with dissatisfaction, throw down the hoe, and stormed towards the main room.

Lin Qinghuan shrugged indifferently, looked at the hoe that her mother had thrown on the ground, stood up, picked it up, and put it in the corner. This was a farmer's tool for making a living; how could she just throw it away?

Lin Qinghuan stretched and, seeing that the sun was already high in the sky, went into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Lin's mother was talking to Lin Piaoxue when she heard the loud chopping sound of firewood coming from the kitchen. A look of doubt appeared on her face. Could it be that Lin Qinghuan was cooking?

When Lin Feng returned home, he saw Lin Qinghuan cooking over a fire. His eyes flashed with surprise. Had the sun risen in the west today? Lin Qinghuan had actually started cooking!

Lin Qinghuan walked out of the kitchen, picked up the vegetable basket hanging under the eaves, and headed towards the vegetable garden behind the house, not even sparing Lin Feng a glance.

Lin Feng felt a mix of emotions when he saw that Lin Qinghuan seemed not to see him at all, treating him as if he were invisible.

Lin Feng saw his mother come out of the main room and asked with concern, "How is Piaoxue?"

"Piaoxue said her stomach hurts," Lin's mother said with concern.

"Should we take Piaoxue to the hospital for a checkup?" Lin Feng asked.

Lin's mother frowned and said, "Piaoxue doesn't want to go to the hospital. She asked Qinghuan to take a look at her, but Qinghuan refused."

Lin Feng looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, we don't know if Qinghuan has any medical skills. She just wants to treat Piaoxue. Do you dare let her treat Piaoxue? What if something goes wrong?"

“I remember seeing Qinghuan catch a cold before. She would go to the field to dig up ginger and boil it in water to drink. When she had a cough, she would pick loquat leaves or loquat flowers and boil them in water to drink. She would get better after drinking it. She must know about pharmacology,” Lin’s mother said.

Lin Feng advised, "Mom, when people in the village have a headache or fever, they go up the mountain to dig up some herbs to boil and drink. Qinghuan has been exposed to this, so she naturally knows. You can't conclude that Qinghuan knows medicine just because of this. Besides, Piaoxue has internal injuries. You can't let Lin Qinghuan prescribe medicine for Piaoxue randomly. What if she dies from it?"

A hint of lingering fear appeared on Lin's mother's face. Yes! Piaoxue was kicked and injured. What if she took medicine haphazardly and caused problems?

Lin Feng leaned closer to his mother and whispered, "Mom, did you know that Piaoxue bit off Lin Yu's earlobe?"

"I heard about it when I got home," Lin's mother said, relieved.

Lin Feng said with deep emotion, "Piao Xue is usually unable to lift her shoulders or arms, but I never expected that she would bite off Lin Yu's earlobe. It's really unexpected."

Lin's mother said matter-of-factly, "What's so surprising about that? Any woman will fight back desperately if she's bullied."

Looking at the smoke rising from the chimney, Lin's mother said, "I didn't expect Qinghuan to cook breakfast this morning."

"I was a little surprised too," Lin Feng said.

"That brat Lin Qinghuan, she's got wings now and doesn't even respect me anymore," Lin's mother complained.

"Mom, Lin Qinghuan now not only has my father protecting her, but she also has a capable boyfriend. You have to bear with your dissatisfaction and never treat her like you used to," Lin Feng advised.

Lin's mother rolled her eyes at Lin Feng and said irritably, "I know, you don't need to teach me. It's good enough if you can mind your own business." After saying that, she walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Piaoxue listened to her parents' conversation in her room and felt very uncomfortable. Her family members were unknowingly favoring Lin Qinghuan and valuing her more and more.

Lin Qinghuan picked some bok choy, pulled up a few scallions, picked more than ten chili peppers, and saw that a few tomatoes were ripe, so she picked them as well. Then she picked up her basket and left the vegetable garden.

Lin's mother carried the slop bucket out of the kitchen and saw a woman standing by the water vat with a vegetable basket in her hand. Seeing that the basket only contained cabbage, she frowned and said, "There are some gourds in the vegetable garden. Why don't you pick one to stir-fry?"

Lin Qinghuan put the vegetable basket on the ground, scooped water into the basin, and said, "I want to eat bok choy, and stir-fried cucumber for dinner."

Lin Qinghuan spoke to her mother in a rare gentle tone, which surprised her mother. She then picked up the slop bucket and went to feed the pigs.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Feng sitting at the entrance of the main room, then at her mother carrying a slop bucket to feed the pigs, and then thought of her father still working in the fields. She found Lin Feng extremely annoying, curled her lip, and said disdainfully, "What kind of world is this? The son sits with his legs crossed like a big shot, while the parents have to work themselves to the bone. If I ever have a son like that, I'll definitely kick him out and make him go beg for food."

Lin Feng and his mother were both taken aback by Lin Qinghuan's words.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at Lin Qinghuan. So what if she just sat down for a bit? Was it really necessary to be so rude?

Lin Feng stood up and walked to his mother. "Mom, let me feed the pigs. Otherwise, some people will scold me for being unfilial."

"Does filial piety need to be reminded? I don't think you have any filial piety at all," Lin Qinghuan retorted.

"You're the one who has no filial piety," Lin Feng couldn't help but retort.

Lin Qinghuan, far from being ashamed, said with pride, "You're absolutely right. My filial piety has long been wasted; I never had that thing in the first place."

"You..." Lin Feng was shocked by Lin Qinghuan's shamelessness.

Lin Qinghuan was too lazy to waste words with Lin Feng and said impatiently, "What do you mean, 'you'? Do you think I'm that familiar with you? I get annoyed just looking at you. Get as far away from me as possible and don't get in my way."

"Mom, look at her, Lin Qinghuan is going too far," Lin Feng said to his mother.

“Your father is protecting her, so I can’t hit her or scold her now. Even if you call me, I can’t help you,” Lin’s mother said helplessly.

Lin Qinghuan scoffed coldly and said with disdain, "You're already twenty-two years old, and you still have the nerve to complain? Anyone who didn't know better would think you're a three-year-old. I despise people like you the most."

Lin Feng, speechless after being rebuked by Lin Qinghuan, glared at her resentfully before picking up the slop bucket to feed the pigs.

Lin Qinghuan happily washed the vegetables and carried them into the kitchen.

When Mr. Lin returned home, he saw Mrs. Lin sitting leisurely under the eaves and asked, "Is the food ready?"

"Qinghuan is cooking today," Lin's mother said.

Lin's father put down the hoe, took a sip of water, and stepped into the kitchen. He saw a large bowl of bok choy soup on the dining table, and Lin Qinghuan was squatting in front of the stove, doing something unknown.

"Qinghuan, what are you doing?" Lin's father asked curiously.

Hearing her father's voice, Lin Qinghuan replied, "Dad, you're back. I'm cooking chili peppers and tomatoes."

Lin Qinghuan picked up the chili peppers and tomatoes, put them in a bowl, and looked at the aroma wafting from them. She stood up happily and handed the bowl to her father, "Dad, smell it, isn't it delicious?"

Lin's father smiled, sniffed it, and said, "Hmm! It does smell very good."

Lin Qinghuan chopped the chili peppers and tomatoes, smashed two cloves of garlic, chopped the scallions, put them in a bowl, sprinkled salt and soy sauce on them, and said to her father, "Dad, it's all done, we can eat now."

Mr. Lin walked to the kitchen door and called out to Mrs. Lin, "Dinner's ready!"

When Lin Feng and Lin Piaoxue heard their father call them to eat, they also came out of their room to prepare for dinner.

When Lin Qinghuan and her father saw Lin Piaoxue, they were both taken aback. Lin's father said, "Piaoxue, you can have your mother bring the food to your room."

"No need, I'll just eat in the kitchen myself. If anyone sees me, I'll tell them that I was beaten by Lin Qinghuan," Lin Piaoxue said.

Holy crap! Lin Qinghuan's fist hardened. Lin Piaoxue actually dared to shift the blame onto her. She really wanted to smash her dog's head in. What should she do?