Cheng Qiuqiu cried and said, "Are you hitting me? You're trying to pinch my flesh off!"
Lin Qiuru walked over and said, "In-law, don't worry, I'll help with any chores. I promise it won't delay the sales tonight!"
She grabbed Song Wenhui's hand, trying to pull her away.
Cheng Qiu Kui cried uncontrollably, sobbing as she said, "Mom has gone crazy for some reason. She says you killed Chun Kui and Dad!"
Song Wenhui tried to stop Cheng Qiuqiu, but Cheng Qiuqiu spoke too quickly, blurting out her words so sweetly.
Cheng Xiao Kui's eyes were fixed on the ground a foot in front of her toes. She had already gotten the information about Chun Kui from her grandmother, but she hadn't expected that her father's situation would also be mentioned...
She asked, enunciating each word clearly, "I can't remember anything from when I was little, no matter how hard I try. Did I kill my sister? Did I kill my father?"
As if someone had pulled the last of her strength from behind her neck, Song Wenhui's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.
"My poor Chun Kui, my sensible Chun Kui, that child is so good, she has always known how to help take care of her younger sister since she was little."
She was smart, beautiful, and sensible, and just like that, she was gone…
Cheng Xiao Kui's eyes snapped shut in pain. "Then how did I kill my father?"
Song Wenhui cried and said, "If Chun Kui hadn't died, how could your father have had an accident at the factory?!"
After your father died, your grandmother came to our house and took over our house with your second aunt!
If you hadn't insisted on going to play in the river, how could Kui have drowned?
"If my Chunkui hadn't died, my husband wouldn't have died, my son's illness wouldn't have gotten so serious, and my mother-in-law wouldn't have taken over our house!"
Cheng Xiao Kui understood everything; her mother attributed all the misfortunes to her killing Chun Kui.
She said, "I will help you get back what you've lost. Your house and your son will all be back with you!"
After she finished speaking, she walked past her mother, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work. The house had already been rented out, so they had managed to get it back. All that was left was her younger brother's illness.
Tang Mianhua and Xiaolongbao stayed close to Cheng Xiao Kui, their four eyes fixed on her as if afraid she would suddenly disappear.
Lin Qiuru lowered her voice and said to Song Wenhui, "Xiao Kui was so young back then, she didn't understand anything?"
You can't blame everything on her. How is Xiao Kui supposed to live now?
Song Wenhui, who was crying uncontrollably, suddenly opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Lin Qiuru.
She said in the same volume, "It wasn't your daughter who died, it wasn't your husband who died, and it wasn't you whose house was stolen, right?!"
"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering! Xiao Kui has been so good to you! She brought you to the capital and gave you such a nice house to live in!"
Lin Qiuru pursed her lips awkwardly. Cheng Xiaokui was being very nice to her now, but Cheng Xiaokui used to wreak havoc on the entire village in the past.
But she always believed that kindness begets kindness, and she would remember any kindness Cheng Xiao Kui showed her.
She wondered if the child had suddenly come to a realization or changed his ways, which was why he had given up on himself and started living a more positive life.
She sighed, wanting to persuade Song Wenhui again, but ultimately couldn't find any grounds to do so, since she was just an outsider.
She left only one sentence: "If you feel that Xiao Kui owes you, I will help Xiao Kui pay back everything she owes you."
She returned to her own yard and helped Xiao Kui with the chores.
Only Song Wenhui and Cheng Qiu Kui remained in the courtyard.
Cheng Qiuqiu didn't know where to put her hands and feet because she saw her mother glaring at her fiercely.
Song Wenhui suddenly sprang up from the ground, grabbed Chen Qiuhui's arm, and slapped Cheng Qiuqiu hard across the back.
She hissed in a low voice, "I told you not to talk back! I told you not to talk back! Who told you to say those things and let her know?!"
Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, crying. She wanted to cry out in pain, but she didn't dare.
After all, her older sister lived in that courtyard, while she and her mother were to live in this courtyard.
She choked up as she said, "My sister never said she wouldn't take care of her brother. She said she would pay you back what she owes you! What are you making a fuss about? She won't refuse to give you the money."
Song Wenhui paused for a moment, then slowly stopped.
She said, "She said she'd pay me back everything she owes me? Can she even pay it all back?"
Cheng Qiuqiu said, "Then just keep making her pay it back! Why did you hit me? It's not like I owe you anything!"
While her mother was distracted, she quickly pulled her arm away and ran to the kitchen to work.
She wiped away her tears as she tended the fire, filled with unprecedented regret—why didn't she go to work in the factory?
I did more work at home than in the factory, and I also had to endure beatings and scoldings from my mother.
She felt she must have lost her mind to make such a stupid decision!
But now she wants to tell her mother that she wants to go back to work at the factory, but she doesn't dare to...
Song Wenhui stood in the courtyard, feeling a gust of cold wind.
She then remembered that she should go back to her room to check on her son, so she hurriedly ran back to her room to take care of him.
Cheng Xiao Kui did all the chores. She braised chicken feet, chicken necks, and eggs in the broth, made four large baskets of potato chips, and fried the chicken carcasses into semi-finished products, which would be re-fried when someone wanted to buy them.
This will save a lot of time frying chicken frames, and they can be sold faster.
Once the potato chips are made, they can be sold outside.
Cheng Xiao Kui sat on a small stool, staring blankly at the potato chips on the table.
Two children were beside her, holding her arms, their little heads pressed tightly against her.
Cheng Xiaokui hugged the two children and asked softly, "Why are you being so good today? You're not fussing or crying, and you're not eating potato chips."
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