Zhu Cuilan was talking excitedly, pointing at the rice paste and said, "Look, Donghu is thoughtful and creative. He has made many new things. Fortunately, Wang Dujuan is ruthless, otherwise Donghu would not have been able to ask Dachuan to bring him back. It's really unpredictable. By mistake, he brought back a lovely person."

She had no intention of showing off. She had said these words many times to the villagers. She was so happy that she didn't notice that Su He's expression had changed.

Holding the rice milk in her hand, Su He could barely keep the smile on her face as she heard Zhu Cuilan praising Yang Donghu. She picked up the spoon and blew on it to cool it down before thanking him in a rather indifferent manner.

Yang Donghu was sensitive and noticed that Su He's attitude towards him was a little different. He was a little confused. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he met Miss Su He, and there should be no conflict between the two of them.

Zhu Cuilan's attention was now mostly occupied by Xiao Shanli. She took the bowl from Su He's hand and fed the child for her so that she could have her hands free to taste the peanut milk.

If she had paid more attention, she would have noticed that something was wrong with Su He.

Su He is a little older. If Zhao Fangyu were at home now, he would call her sister when he saw her. The three-year age difference makes it impossible for them to communicate. What's more, Su He was already a married woman when she came to Zhaojiazhuang, so she had even less to say to Zhao Fangchu.

The two of them just greeted each other when they met. Su He had never been close to Zhao Fangchu, and Zhao Fangchu didn't take the initiative to get close to him, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with Su He's treatment of Yang Donghu.

The rice milk in the bowl had become cold after being delayed for a while. Yang Donghu put the bowl in his hand on the ground. It was originally meant to warm the body, but now that it was no longer warm, he didn't want to drink it anymore.

"I've been away for so long, and I didn't expect so many things to happen. The Yang family is so unkind. How could you, Auntie, tolerate such wrath?"

Zhu Cuilan wiped the soup residue from Xiao Shanli's mouth with the back of her hand and fed her a bowl of rice porridge. Xiao Shanli felt much closer to her: "The pain of forbearance is over. The money is definitely not going to come back after it gets into Wang Dujuan's hands. Good things come out of bad bamboos. Fortunately, the Yang family has such a good seedling like Donghu. Old Madam Yang is kind and generous. She risked her life to find a good future for Donghu. Dachuan is kind-hearted. After repeated entreaties from the old madam, she relented and asked someone to bring him back. I didn't expect that by some strange coincidence, they would fall in love with each other. It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

These things happened only a year ago, but when Zhu Cuilan told them now, Yang Donghu felt as if it were a lifetime ago.

The uneasiness he felt when he first arrived in this strange world and his hatred for Wang Dujuan made it impossible for him to think at all. His heart was filled with fear. Suddenly, he was forced to be the husband of a tall, dark-faced man. Yang Donghu wished he could stay as far away from Zhao Luochuan as possible.

When did they become close? Yang Donghu thought carefully for a while and thought it must have started with that bowl of hard and choking fried rice.

Yang Donghu still remembers the taste of that bowl of fried rice. It had no other flavor except saltiness, but he thought it was the best fried rice he had ever eaten.

Yang Donghu was lost in thought, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Su He could tell from Zhu Cuilan's words that she was very satisfied with Yang Donghu. She couldn't help but wonder what was so good about this guy that she would give up Yang Chunxue's pretty face and choose a guy who looked inferior to Yang Chunxue in every way.

After drinking the rice milk, Xiao Shanli nestled back into Suhe's arms, and her mother rocked and patted her back gently. She felt sleepy, and after a few words, her eyes gradually closed.

The weather was cold and windy. Yang Donghu was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so he took out his coat and handed it to Suhe, asking her to put it on Xiao Shanli.

Su He looked at Yang Donghu a few more times, took the clothes and tried her best to show a kind attitude.

"But Uncle Zhao Hai gave the Yang family a lot of good things back then, and also gave them twenty taels of silver for a wife. Now that he's gone from a girl to a boy, aren't we at a disadvantage?"

"You can't say that. If it were now, let alone the wild things he gave me, even if Dachuan had to pay an extra twenty taels to marry Donghu, he would be willing to do so. The amount of the gift depends on the person. If Dachuan thinks it's worth it, then it's worth it."

Zhu Cuilan looked at Yang Donghu as she spoke. Seeing that he was lost in thought and smiling, she teased Suhe, "You didn't see, the couple is so attached. Before Dachuan left, he kept complaining about it, worried that someone would bully Donghu when he was away. He was so distressed that he wanted to tie Donghu to his waist and take him everywhere."

Su He didn't find these words sweet at all, but rather extremely harsh. Her arms around the child unconsciously tightened, and her fingertips tugging at the hem of her clothes turned pale with such force: "Dachuan... he really does care about his husband."

Yang Donghu's memories were forced to interrupt. He smiled shyly when he heard Zhu Cuilan's teasing, and his thoughts about Zhao Luochuan increased.

"Isn't this how a young couple should live their life? It's so nice to live in harmony and happiness."

Zhu Cuilan paused, then spoke carefully: "Don't be displeased with what I say, Auntie. You're still young, and your child is so small. Those relatives are all wolves and tigers. They might make trouble for you one day. The child's father has been gone for several years. Have you ever thought of finding someone to help you?"

Su He looked down at the child's peaceful sleeping face, and after a long moment she spoke, "I've thought about it. To be honest, Auntie, my brother and sister-in-law have also asked around for me. As soon as they heard you were a widow with a child, they immediately gave up. The child is my mother's flesh and blood. I already feel guilty for not being able to give Xiao Shanli a peaceful life, and I can't bear to see her suffer even the slightest injustice. As time went by, I didn't have that desire anymore. Well, we can get along just fine, just the two of us."

As she spoke, a genuine sadness welled up in her heart, but she had experienced so much that she didn't have time to feel wronged about everything.

Zhu Cuilan sighed, regretting having spoken so quickly. She soothed him gently, "Hey, you're back now. Are you still living in the same house? If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to me. I'll definitely help you in any way I can."

"Thank you, Auntie." Su He calmed down and smiled. "I'll trouble you if I need anything in the future. If I can find a husband as kind as yours, I'll be content even if I die."

"What's with the death thing? It's so unlucky. Hurry up, don't rush, take your time. You just got back, so come get whatever you need. If you get busy in the future, just let me take care of Xiao Yamanashi. I'm at home with nothing to do, so I'll use it as a chance to gain experience in taking care of my grandchildren."

The child in her arms let out a whimper, interrupting their conversation. Su He stood up with the child in her arms and said goodbye: "It's getting late. I should go back. I'll come and talk to you another day."

Yang Donghu asked her to put the clothes on the child first and go back, and she could return them tomorrow. Su He thanked him and walked out of the yard with the child.