Fan Erzhu looked up and followed suit.

Upon seeing this, my eyes widened in amazement!

The little girl's fair face was smooth and delicate in the sunlight; where were the red bumps with white spots from before?

Slender yet not thin, she looks absolutely stunning just standing there!

When did she become like this? No wonder Sanzhu was pleasantly surprised.

Seeing Sanzhu fawn over him, he felt quite uncomfortable.

His mother had taken him to the Ding family before, but Aunt Ding scolded them and sent them back. It was unexpected that Sanzhu was also cunning and thought of starting with Ding Jiajia herself.

He looked at his parents again and found that they did not stop him from doing anything or saying anything, so it seemed that his parents approved.

No, the Ding family has houses and money, and Ding Jiajia has become even more beautiful. We can't let Sanzhu have such a good thing.

Fan Erzhu, with bandages on his body, also stepped forward.

Fan Sanzhu wasn't annoyed at all after being rejected. He simply reached out and snatched it, saying, "You're a girl and not very strong. Let me help you carry it!"

His outstretched hand was blocked halfway by a rough, large palm, as large as a fan. Fan Sanzhu frowned and looked at the person who had come.

Hu Wenhua's burly and robust body stood between the two.

Fan Sizhu, who was watching the commotion from not far away, commented, "Third Brother is only a year younger than Uncle, but the difference in their physiques is too great."

I feel like my youngest uncle alone could take on a whole group like my third brother's!

Sun Jinhua glared fiercely at her youngest son and scolded, "Shut up! What kind of uncle is he to you? Your own uncle's surname is Sun!"

Fan Sizhu shrugged indifferently; he didn't even get as much food as his maternal uncle's family.

Fan Qian interrupted impatiently, "Alright, alright, he's the second brother's brother-in-law, Jiang Hehu's maternal uncle. Sizhu and the others have to call him uncle. If you don't let them, do you want the villagers to gossip about the kids behind their backs?"

Sun Jinhua shut her mouth and remained silent, her eyes fixed on her son.

Upon seeing that it was Hu Wenhua, Fan Sanzhu took a step back in fear and stammered, "Uncle."

Hu Wenhua nodded solemnly.

Fan Sanzhu remembered what Hu Wenhua had said outside Ding Jiajia's house last time: if he saw them bullying Ding Jiajia, he should teach them a lesson. He hurriedly defended himself: "I didn't bully her!"

I'm helping her! Is everything alright now?

Hu Wenhua frowned even more deeply.

Without answering, he turned and looked down at Ding Jiajia, extending his hand, "I'll carry it."

Ding Jiajia obediently nodded and handed over the bamboo basket in her hand.

Hu Wenhua took the bamboo basket, and his dry palms inevitably touched that delicate and tender area. Although it was a very soft touch, he felt as if there was a fire burning there.

The fever made his mouth and throat dry.

His Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, suppressing the itching in his palms and the restlessness in his heart, irritated, thinking it was all because of the hot weather.

He looked at the glistening sweat on her cheeks and felt a pang of heartache. He asked, "Why did you come all this way in this heat?"

Ding Jiajia felt the gaze above her head was scorching, and her whole body felt like it was about to boil. She didn't dare to lift her eyes, which were fixed on the unusually large cloth shoes in front of her. She replied softly, "Sister Shuiqing made some mung bean soup to cool me down. I came to deliver it."

"Second Aunt, really! There are so many people in the family, yet you're the only one who comes to deliver this. What if you get sick from the heat?" Fan Erzhu stepped forward, expressing his indignation.

Fan Jiang and Fan He, who were carrying a wooden bucket of mung bean soup behind Ding Jiajia: ...So those two aren't human?

You're not carrying mung bean soup, are you?