"Mother Wang, open your dog eyes and look carefully. This is my youngest son Wusheng!"

Wang Po was suddenly called out by Grandma Ye, and she laughed awkwardly, "Sister Ye, isn't your Wusheng dead? Don't blame everything on Wusheng just because Yunkai's leg was injured. Everyone in our town knows that your youngest son died over twenty years ago. Sister Ye, we all know that you are still brooding over Ye Wusheng's death. But the dead cannot be resurrected. Don't go crazy just because both of your sons are in trouble!"

Old Lady Liu scoffed, "How could someone who's been dead for over twenty years come back to life? Could it be that he's just pretending to be dead?"

Granny Wang tutted her words and said, "Sister Ye, please accept my condolences."

Ye Wusheng sneered, "Ha!" He said to Grandma Ye, "Mom, who are these people?"

Grandma Ye thought Ye Wusheng really didn't know these people, so she introduced them one by one: "This is Wang Po from North Street, this is Old Lady Liu, this is..."

"Mom, when I left, they were obviously younger than you. How come they look so old now? It's obvious that their son is unfilial and jealous of you, so he came to you to seek a sense of existence!"

Ye Wusheng looked at Wang Po and Old Lady Liu with pity, their faces flushed.

"Mom, I think they are not only old, but also blind. They can't even tell me and my brother apart."

In fact, it is quite easy to distinguish Ye Yunkai and Ye Wusheng now.

Ye Wusheng should be whiter and thinner.

Ye Yunkai's skin is darker and stronger.

Several pairs of scrutinizing eyes fell on Ye Wusheng's face. Ye Wusheng sat in the wheelchair calmly and let them look at him.

"Is it really foggy?"

"The clouds aren't so white when they open?"

"But, hasn't Wu Sheng been dead for decades? How come he's suddenly back?"

Grandma Ye glared at Grandma Wang and Old Lady Liu fiercely. "If I hear anyone talking nonsense again, I'll tear your mouths apart!"

The summer sun is very strong.

Ye Wusheng's skin was fair, but after just a short while, his face became red from the sun.

Grandma Ye was very distressed.

"Wusheng, let's go back to the house."

Ye Wusheng responded and said filially, "I will listen to my mother."

Grandma Ye pushed Ye Wusheng into the kitchen.

Ye Linlang looked at the aunts and grandmothers in the yard with a smile, and said with a sweet smile: "Everyone, you have seen the excitement, please go back."

In fact, Ye Linlang knew very well that it was passed on by these old women.

The news of Ye Wu's resurrection would spread throughout Jiameng Town in less than half an hour.

The Ye family courtyard is going to be bustling with activity today.

Ye Linlang was annoyed, and of course the most important thing was that she didn't want those people staring at Ye Wusheng's legs.

He simply closed the gate as soon as everyone left.

The family lives their own quiet life.

"Grandma, is the dough rising?"

When Ye Linlang entered the kitchen, she happened to see Grandma Ye kneading dough on the chopping board.

"It's time to start wrapping."

Grandma Ye looked at her youngest son with a loving face and whispered, "Wusheng, I'll make your favorite sugar triangle buns later."

"Mom, let me add some firewood for you."

Ye Linlang tidied up the area in front of the stove door before pushing Ye Wusheng to the front of the stove door.

Some thick firewood and straw for kindling were placed in front of the stove.

Ye Linlang asked, "Uncle, can you do it?"

"I can."

Ye Wusheng even demonstrated it to Ye Linlang.

Seeing this, Ye Linlang walked over to Grandma Ye with a smile on her face and prepared to make buns together.