Carrying a kitchen knife, Xing Zhaozhao chased after Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin all the way from the mountainside to the village entrance before stopping. She didn't forget to wave to them and say, "Uncle, have a good trip. Come back often."
Uncle Lin took off running as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face the whole way. "Again?" He didn't even have time to run. It had been over twenty years since he'd broken off contact with his younger sister; he hadn't suffered such intimidation or torment.
"I can't go on anymore, I can't run anymore," Aunt Lin said breathlessly.
Uncle Lin was also panting, but he dared not stop: "No, my little sister used to chase me for half a mile, but she hasn't even gotten half a mile yet."
“She’s your niece, not your younger sister. Your younger sister died a long time ago,” Aunt Lin said.
Uncle Lin then realized, "...That's true."
The two stopped and looked at each other, both shocked and frightened. They had been running all the way, their faces covered in sweat as if they had just been pulled out of the water, and one of their shoes was missing. They were in a terrible state.
"The shoes are nowhere to be found. Should we go back and look for them?" Uncle Lin asked Aunt Lin.
“You dare go back? You dare go back, you go back, I won’t go back,” Aunt Lin shook her head vigorously and said.
When Uncle Lin thought of Xing Zhaozhao chasing after him aggressively with a knife, he quickly compared her to the image of his younger sister in his memory. He shuddered and hurriedly shook his head: "I'm not going."
I wanted to eat the piglets, but I didn't get to eat any and even lost a pair of shoes. It was such a bad deal.
Both of them couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
"Shall we go back?" Aunt Lin asked.
"Hmm." Uncle Lin nodded dejectedly.
The two of them had only taken a couple of steps forward when they suddenly stopped and looked at each other.
"It seems like I've forgotten something?" Aunt Lin said.
Uncle Lin racked his brains for a while, but couldn't remember: "I can't remember. Never mind, let's go back first."
Aunt Lin nodded: "Yes."
The two took two more steps forward, then suddenly realized what was happening, turned to look at each other in surprise, and exclaimed, "Grandson..."
Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin's two eldest grandsons ran alongside them, but because their legs were short, they couldn't keep up and fell behind.
When Xing Zhaozhao returned with the kitchen knife, she happened to run out with two little creatures panting heavily.
When the two little ones saw Xing Zhaozhao, they shrank back in fear and timidly hid to the side, afraid that she would come at them with a kitchen knife.
Xing Zhaozhao glanced at them coldly and ignored them. Although she knew from the few words they had exchanged earlier that the two little brats of the Lin family had probably been spoiled, she wasn't about to harm them.
The two little ones breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran off.
It was lunchtime, and Xing Zhaozhao didn't notice when she chased after them. When she returned, she found that half the village had come out with their rice bowls to watch the spectacle.
When Uncle Lin arrived, Aunt Hao was still at work and didn't see him. But when she saw him now, she immediately pulled Xing Zhaozhao aside and asked, "What happened, Zhaozhao? Who was that person?"
"It's nothing, my uncle came to see me," Xing Zhaozhao said with a smile.
Aunt Hao's expression stiffened for a moment as she glanced at the kitchen knife in Xing Zhaozhao's hand: "Since he's your uncle, how come..." Anyone who didn't know better would think they were enemies.
“This is how we treat my uncle in our family. My mother specifically instructed me to do so before she passed away,” Xing Zhaozhao said with a smile.
Aunt Hao: "..." What kind of grudge is this...?
"The moment they came to our house, they tried to steal our little piglets, and even took the apples that were meant for Xiao Hongling. We have to treat them well, right?" Xing Zhaozhao said with a smile.
Aunt Hao: "..." She didn't know what to say anymore.
"By the way, Aunt Hao, our little Hongling just spoke," Xing Zhaozhao said.
Aunt Hao's eyes lit up: "Oh? She called me 'Mom'!"
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head, a hint of grievance in her voice: "She said, hit."
Aunt Hao was taken aback, turned her head to look at the village entrance, and her lips twitched involuntarily. What kind of uncle was he… no wonder he was being chased and attacked.
"It's alright, we'll teach her some more. Now that she's started talking, she'll learn quickly," Aunt Hao comforted Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded: "I'll head back now, Auntie."
On the way back, Xing Zhaozhao greeted everyone she met with a smile. Many people glanced at the kitchen knife in her hand, their eyes darting around, and they awkwardly smiled and avoided her, knowing they couldn't afford to offend her.
Xing Zhaozhao didn't care. Being afraid of her was better than thinking she was easy to bully.
When Xing Zhaozhao returned home, Fu Lan and the two little ones had already tidied up the messy yard.
Fortunately, Uncle Lin came for the piglets this time and didn't have time to go inside and cause any trouble before Xing Zhaozhao returned.
Seeing Xing Zhaozhao return, Hongyu, with red eyes, walked up to her and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mom."
It turned out that when Uncle Lin came today, it was Hongyu who opened the door. When he heard that it was his mother's uncle, he opened the door without thinking. By the time Fu Lan realized what was happening and tried to stop him, it was too late.
Xing Zhaozhao patted the little guy's head reassuringly: "It's okay. Remember this from now on: no matter who knocks on the door, you must not open the door without asking an adult."
Hongyu nodded seriously and made a mental note of it.
Fu Lan brought Xiao Hongling over and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Xing, I didn't watch the house properly."
"It's okay. You're all alone, so it's normal that you can't take care of everything." Xing Zhaozhao said as she picked up Xiao Hongling.
Little Red Riding Hood's chubby face was puffed up, and she still looked angry: "Hit!"
Xing Zhaozhao tried to teach her to change her address: "Call me, Mom, Mom."
"beat."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." Damn Uncle Lin, I really can't help but want to kill him.
Uncle Lin had just picked up his eldest grandson and was on his way back when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He had a bad feeling and immediately grabbed his grandson's hand, running even faster. He hoped he would never see that niece again; she was even more terrifying than his younger sister.
To make up for the fright that Fu Lan and the two little ones had suffered for nothing, Xing Zhaozhao went to the cellar and took out some of the chicken, duck, pork, mutton and beef that Gao Hongfei had bought. She cooked a delicious meal for them as a treat, and even General Hei was able to indulge in a large piece of meat, which was a rare treat.
Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, including some rare beef, Fu Lan was too intimidated to touch her chopsticks: "Sister Xing, these..."
"Eat without worry, it's all from legitimate sources," Xing Zhaozhao reassured her.
"Dad bought it again?" Hongyu asked.
“No, he’s still my brother,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
"Sigh, what am I doing, being so useless?" Hongyu sighed.
Fu Lan knew that Xing Zhaozhao's lover was not right. Although she didn't know who the brother she was talking about was, she assumed it was something sent by the army and then lowered her head to eat it with peace of mind.
"Oh, right." Xing Zhaozhao took out a wad of ten-yuan notes from her pocket and handed them to Fu Lan. "The little bunny outfit you made has been sold. Here's the money."
Fu Lan almost choked: "How come there are so many?"
She picked them up and counted them; there were ten in total, and her hands trembled.
“This is too much.” Fu Lan said, and was about to give half to Xing Zhaozhao. “If it weren’t for your help, Sister Xing, I wouldn’t have earned this much. Half is enough for me.”
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and pushed the money back: "I've already taken my share, this is all you deserve."
Fu Lan stared at Xing Zhaozhao, somewhat incredulous. So, how much did that outfit actually cost? She felt like she was dreaming.
"Keep up the good work," Xing Zhaozhao encouraged her.
Fu Lan clutched the money tightly in her hand, her eyes sparkling, and nodded vigorously: "Yes."
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