When Wen Yulun is unhappy, his sharp tongue function will be automatically turned on.

"Sorry, auntie, I don't know you." Wen Yulun's face was expressionless, but he secretly despised her. He had heard everything the group of women by the stream had said. This woman named Biyun was trying to bully Yunxiang with her words. Did she really think that everyone else in the world was a fool?

Auntie? Am I that old? Wang Biyun's face suddenly turned completely pale. Nearly ten years had left no trace on Wen Yulun, but what about her? She had gone from a young girl to a peasant woman with two children.

Looking at her calloused hands and the rough yellow skin exposed outside her sleeves, Wang Biyun tightly hugged the wooden basin full of clothes with both hands, turned around, and walked away with a clanging sound.

Looking at Wang Biyun's embarrassed figure, Wen Yulun smiled faintly. This was his way of getting some justice for Yunxiang from this woman.

"Yulun, you're here so soon? Your dad said you like to stay in bed in the morning, so your uncle thought you would arrive in the afternoon." Zhao Qingshan walked over from the village entrance with a smile on his face, carrying a few pounds of pork in one hand and a big grass carp weighing four or five pounds in the other.

Old Man Wen called Zhao Qingshan a few days ago and said that his youngest son was bringing his eldest grandson to Zhaojiagou and asked Zhao Qingshan to help take a look.

Zhao Qingshan liked Wen Yulun, the young man who almost became his son-in-law. Wen Yulun was gentle but not weak, delicate but not effeminate. Zhao Qingshan envied Brother Wen for raising such a good son.

What a pity, I have no destiny with Yunxiang! Zhao Qingshan sighed secretly in his heart as he looked at Wen Yulun, whose style was growing day by day.

Back then, Zhao Yunxiang was the most beautiful girl in Zhaojiagou, and Zhao Qingshan was a man with a wide circle of friends. He knew many people, helped many people, and many people were grateful to him.

Old Man Wen and Zhao Qingshan knew each other when they were young. Zhao Qingshan had excellent medical skills and it was Zhao Qingshan who cured Old Man Wen's cold legs.

Old Man Wen would stay at Zhao Qingshan's house for a few days every year. He had only three sons and no daughters. When he saw the gentle and beautiful Zhao Yunxiang, Old Man Wen wanted to ask for her in marriage for his sons from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Qingshan thought about his long-time friend, someone he knew well, and considered marrying Zhao Yunxiang into the Wen family. Old Man Wen was a powerful figure in Qingshan City, and Zhao Qingshan had also met Wen Yulun. He was handsome and, most importantly, had excellent character.

The Wen family is a family of scholars, and most importantly, they have a good family tradition. If Zhao Yunxiang marries into the Wen family, Zhao Qingshan will definitely not have to worry about his daughter anymore.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yunxiang disagreed and insisted on marrying Zhou Zhixin. Zhao Qingshan couldn't persuade his daughter, so he gave up the idea of marrying into the Wen family.

When Zhao Qingshan saw the elegant Wen Yulun at this time, he thought of his troublesome son-in-law and his family, and a slight sense of loss emerged in his heart.

"Uncle Zhao, let me do it." Wen Yulun blushed and quickly reached out to take the things from Zhao Qingshan's hand. Wen Yulun knew that his father and Zhao Qingshan had a close relationship, but he didn't expect that even such a private matter as his preference for staying in bed in the morning would be betrayed by his father.

As a guest, Wen Yulun did not feel the slightest bit restrained. After all, this was the Zhao family, and he had often come here to stay with Old Man Wen before.

"No, it's just a few steps away, uncle can get it yourself." Zhao Qingshan dodged and let Wen Yulun's hand pass. Today was the market in Sanhe Town. Zhao Qingshan thought Wen Yulun would be there soon, so he went to the market early in the morning and bought a piece of meat. He ran into a fellow villager who had caught a few grass carp to sell, so he simply picked the biggest one.

Zhao Qingshan knew that Wen Yulun had enough to eat, but that was the custom in Yuyuan County. As the host, one had to do one's best to entertain guests in order to show one's hospitality and enthusiasm.

When Zhou Yuanyuan heard some noise in the yard, she quickly put down the book she was reading and ran to the corridor.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Qingshan who had returned from the market in Sanhe Town. But what about those two men, one large and one small, behind Zhao Qingshan?

As soon as Zhao Qingshan entered the courtyard, he saw the little girl standing on tiptoe, peering out from under the porch. He couldn't hold back his smile. His granddaughter! Even at such a young age, she knew how to care for others.

"Grandpa." Zhou Yuanyuan retracted her curious gaze and called out happily.

"My dear granddaughter, are you waiting for grandpa?" Zhao Qingshan stuffed the things in his hand into Wen Yulun's hands behind him, wiped his body with his big hands, bent down and picked up Zhou Yuanyuan.

Zhou Yuanyuan giggled and dodged Zhao Qingshan's deliberate attempt to poke her beard.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of eyes quietly staring at the interaction between the two of them. There was no warmth in those eyes, and no trace of warmth could be seen.

It’s so cold! Zhou Yuanyuan was startled and buried her face in Zhao Qingshan’s arms.

"Hahaha, you are Yuanyuan, right? I am your Uncle Wen." A gentle voice sounded at the right time, dispelling the fear in Yuanyuan's heart.

Wen Yulun, holding pork in one hand and a fish in the other, wanted to say hello to Zhou Yuanyuan. When he raised his hand, he realized his strange posture and couldn't help laughing.

Handsome man, evildoer! Zhou Yuanyuan was almost dazzled by Wen Yulun’s smile.

"Yuanyuan, come down quickly. You're so old, but you still need grandpa to hold you." Zhao Yunxiang walked into the yard with a basin of washed clothes in her hand. Seeing her daughter lying in her father's arms again, she couldn't help but frown.

Rural children are not spoiled by their parents. Children as young as four or five years old would carry a basket and wander the mountains and fields picking pig grass and collecting firewood. At the Zhou family, Zhou Yuanyuan would often follow her brother out to collect dead branches and pine needles to bring home.

"Dad, don't always spoil Yuanyuan." Zhao Yunxiang said in a surprised tone.

"Haha, I just miss our Xiaojiu." Ever since Yuanyuan and her mother returned to Zhaojiagou, Zhao Qingshan felt that his own courtyard was full of joy, and he seemed to be more than ten years younger.

"Sister Yunxiang, long time no see." Wen Yulun greeted Zhao Yunxiang with a smile. Although Wen Yulun felt sad after seeing Zhao Yunxiang, a real man should be able to let go of things, right?

"Brother Wen, long time no see." Zhao Yunxiang nodded at Wen Yulun, her face clear of any discomfort. What happened back then, from beginning to end, was Wen Yulun's own business. Zhao Yunxiang had never had any feelings for him, so naturally, she didn't have any other emotions.

"Yuanyuan, let me carry you out to play, okay?" Wen Yulun teased Zhou Yuanyuan with a smile. He had just seen her hide her face in Father Zhao's arms when she saw her nephew. It was no wonder, since her nephew always had a cold, icy demeanor, that the girl was frightened.

Zhou Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at Wen Yulun. She decided to retract her assessment of him. What kind of handsome guy? More like a scheming guy. Seeing that she was small, he even bullied her.

Wen Yulun laughed. Yunxiang's daughter looked like her, very smart!