Hua Yu lay on the ground in a panic, gently pulling at the edge of Li's trousers, begging, "Mother..."

As soon as Hua Shi opened the door, she saw the devastated courtyard. Two half-grown children were crying. One was pinched on the face and was crying in fear. The other was beaten and lay on the ground, unable to get up. She was begging in a low voice...

The boy, who had always been calm and self-controlled, full of resentment, was now floating between heaven and earth, weak and miserable. He lay on the ground covered in dust, looking at Li with pleading eyes...

What made Hua Shi speechless and incomprehensible was that Hua Ciyuan, Hua's father, was sitting under the eaves not far away, holding a tattered old book, reciting ancient texts of sages in a low voice, oblivious to what was happening outside the window.

He acted as if he hadn't seen anything that happened before his eyes, as if the children weren't his...

Hua Shi hurried over, held Li's hand, and said, "Grandma! Forget it, don't hit her. There are people around us, it would be embarrassing if they saw or heard it. It's just a chicken, if it dies, it dies. You just finished farm work, you are tired and exhausted, and this old hen can't lay eggs anymore, so stew it and nourish you..."

Li suddenly turned around and glared. After seeing Hua Shi's face clearly, the anger in her chest subsided a little.

Seeing that she had shown signs of calming down, Hua Shi quietly took away her hand that was pinching Hua Ying's face, pulled Hua Ying behind him, and continued to persuade her.

"Grandma, you've been so tired lately. Isn't it just right to stew this old hen to nourish your body? It's not a big deal. Getting so angry and getting mad is really bad for your health."

Li took a deep breath and stared at the flowers for several seconds with a strange look in her eyes.

Hua Shi felt very uncomfortable being stared at by her, and with a stiff face, he could only bite the bullet and persuade her.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Li's eyes were staring at her face, looking her up and down, left and right, before slowly calming down.

Li turned her head away from the flowers, clapped her hands, looked at the time, straightened her messy hair, and said, "I'll be back at noon. You, make me some old hen soup, and I'll come back for it at noon. Do you understand?"

Li pointed at Hua Yu, who was lying on the ground with his head buried.

Hua Yu didn't respond for a moment. Li kicked her with an impatient look in her eyes, "Are you deaf? Can't you hear?!"

"I understand..." Hua Yu lowered his head and responded sullenly.

Only then did Li calm down, straightened her hair, turned around and went back into the house. Within two minutes, she changed into a bright and clean rose-red dress, came out of the inner room, and went out carrying a small basket.

Hua Shi only breathed a sigh of relief after Li left.

Facing the moody Li, she felt a great deal of pressure bearing the original owner's mediocre status... Fortunately, Li was willing to listen to her advice...

Huaying was still sobbing and wiping her tears with her hands. Half of her face was red and swollen from being pinched by Li, and she was pouting.

Hua Shi gently wiped his tears and comforted him softly: "Okay, it's okay, don't cry..."

Huaying took a breath, tears welled up in her eyes twice, but she held them back and stopped crying...