Chapter 10 Repairing a roof is harder than cooking
Upon hearing this, Tu Subo forced a smile, and the tension in his heart eased a little.
The water in the pot gradually boiled, and Tu Subo carefully put the rice into the pot.
Gu Yuexuan stood aside, keeping an eye on the heat. After a while, the rice porridge began to thicken.
Tu Subo looked at the rice porridge boiling in the pot, secretly rejoicing in his heart, thinking that he had finally done the right thing.
Seeing this, Gu Yuexuan smiled and said to Tu Subo, "Husband, you are amazing. You can cook so well on your first try."
Tu Subo smiled embarrassedly, but his heart was filled with joy.
Everyone, whose stomachs were rumbling with hunger, fixed their gazes on the pot of porridge on the table, their brows furrowed, their expressions revealing disappointment.
"After all this hard work, just to eat this?" someone couldn't help but question.
"Is this our dinner?" another voice joined in the discontent.
Faced with this sudden questioning, Xi Lanfang seemed a little at a loss, while Tu Subo looked calm.
"My cooking skills are limited to this." He picked up the bowl and scooped a bowl of porridge for the elders in the family first, then added more for Xi Lanfang, and casually handed the bowl to Gu Yuexuan, "Here, yours."
Due to the limited number of stools, only four were found, so most people had to stand.
After Gu Yuexuan took the bowl of porridge, she consciously took a few steps back and kept a distance from the potential center of the dispute.
As expected, complaints soon began to arise.
Mrs. Yu couldn't help but complain: "I see we still have flour. Making some pancakes or noodles is better than just having porridge, right?"
"Then who will cook?" Tu Subo calmly put the spoon back into the pot, his tone meaningful, "My mother's cooking skills in the past were just that the servants would put the cut vegetables and the stove on the hot stove into the pot, and someone would naturally take care of the stir-frying and serving."
"She can't do it now, and neither can Second Aunt and Third Aunt. My younger brothers and sisters at home have never even touched the stove. What else can we eat besides this?" He asked with a barely perceptible seriousness in his tone.
In the past few months, everyone ate hard dry bread.
At first, some people were throwing tantrums and refusing to eat it, but didn’t they all get through it in the end?
Yu's critical words were shattered by the cruel facts, and she was so angry that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand.
"We are all elders, how can we cook for ourselves?"
"These rough jobs, even if we need to learn, should be undertaken by the younger generation!"
If the Marquis' Mansion had not suffered the fate of being confiscated, Gu Yuexuan would have become the first granddaughter-in-law to enter the Tu Su family.
Arranged by closeness and age, she is indeed at the end.
Gu Yuexuan was about to make an excuse, but Tu Subo spoke first: "Second Aunt is right, these tasks should indeed be done by the younger generation."
“So I haven’t already done it, have I?”
He gently wiped the rice grains from the corners of his brother's mouth, and said calmly, "Don't worry, Second Aunt, as long as there's no one at home to cook, I'll cook rice porridge all day long."
"Although rice porridge tastes a bit bland, it can at least fill people's stomachs and prevent them from starving to death."
After hearing this, Gu Yuexuan lowered her head again.
Tu Subo is usually taciturn, but when faced with provocation, he always stands up and takes the lead.
This approach was admirable, and Gu Yuexuan secretly felt fortunate. She did not want to step forward, but chose to wait and see.
The rage on Yu's face was like an arrow ready to be released.
Just as she was about to blurt out those unbridled words, the old lady's face turned sullen and she rebuked her: "You're lucky to have a mouthful of porridge to drink. Why are you so picky?"
Everyone knows about the family's difficulties.
Before this, no matter whether they were young children or elderly people, their hands had never touched the stove fire.
It does seem a bit inconsiderate to continue to argue at this critical moment.
Yu gritted her teeth and forced herself to swallow two bowls of thin rice porridge. In the end, because she ate the slowest, she was assigned to wash the dishes.
There were whispers in the kitchen. Gu Yuexuan was afraid that if she looked at it any longer, she would be asked to do more chores, so she hurriedly took steps and fled the kitchen like a flash.
At this moment, Tu Subo was squatting on the wall, holding a handful of straw in his arms, frowning and thinking.
He had chosen to live in the stable without hesitation, but this place did not seem suitable for human habitation.
Repair is imperative.
However, for Tu Subo, repairing the roof seemed even more helpless and difficult than cooking.
He was helpless.
Tu Subo thought for a long time with a frown on his face, and finally set up a few thick wooden sticks and tried to spread straw on the wooden frame.
However, the ruthless breeze seemed to be ignorant of the sufferings of the world. A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the straw that had just been laid was blown away without a trace in an instant.
Tu Subo tried again to use cloth strips to tie the straw tightly to the rack, but when he looked down, he found that the fixed straw had formed a bundle, which fell straight down from the gaps and sprinkled mottled skylight.
Such attempts are still unsatisfactory.
He tried again and again, until there was little straw left in his arms and the crumbling roof was still leaking air everywhere, leaving him helpless.
Tu Subo seemed to be lost in thought. After a long while, he suddenly swung a punch and hit the uneven earth wall with such force that dust flew all over the wall.
The sudden loud noise made Gu Yuexuan's heart beat faster. She stared at the bloodstains flowing along the earth wall, her heart filled with complicated emotions.
Those members of the Tu Su family who had gone through hardships to come here all cried and complained.
However, Tu Subo, the dandy young man who had always been looked down upon, was like a green bamboo bent by a strong wind but still standing upright in the wind, and he never showed any sign of frustration.
It was not until this moment that Gu Yuexuan caught a glimpse of resentment from his back, which was bent due to repression.
A person who once lived above the clouds has now fallen back to earth. How could Tu Subo not find it more difficult than others to adapt to this gap?
Gu Yuexuan sighed, feeling helpless as if she were a laborer of fate. She walked to the corner, picked up a handful of straw, and with a wry smile on her face, walked over there, whispering teasingly, "The prince is a child of wealth, but he's no child. Why are you throwing a tantrum?"
Tu Subo was suddenly startled, and when he turned around he bumped into Gu Yuexuan's calm face.
"Enough is enough."
Gu Yuexuan hugged the straw, raised her head, and looked around through the high earthen wall. She asked in confusion, "There's no ladder anywhere. How did you climb up?"
There was a hint of surprise in her voice that she couldn't hide.
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