"His name is Meng Han, and he's a pitiful man."
"His father joined the army a few years ago, leaving his mother to take care of his parents-in-law and work on the farm back home."
"His mother gave birth to two daughters in a row and couldn't even hold her head up in her husband's family. Her husband didn't take care of the family, and her parents-in-law were mean, but she endured it all."
"Later, after liberation, his father met his true love and wanted to divorce his feudal wife."
"Divorce them if you want, but don't let his mother leave home. Because his parents back home need someone to take care of them."
"His biological mother always felt sorry for her husband for not being able to give birth to a son. She worked like a slave for all these years and was forced to divorce him, but she didn't complain at all."
"She stayed in the countryside like an old woman, continuing to serve her parents-in-law. But the second daughter was sent to the city to work as a nanny for her biological father and stepmother."
"His father was very pleased with his mother. One time when he went home to visit his parents, he gave his mother a chance to get pregnant as if it were a favor."
"The following year, she gave birth to a son, and that son was Meng Han!"
After cooking, Meng Yao took off her apron and ran to chat with her best friend.
When he heard Gu Qingcheng asking about his apprentice, he shared his experience with Gu Qingcheng with a look of "it's hard to put it into words".
Gu Qingcheng: ...
Damn it!
This is really asshole.
Compared with those so-called "best" people in the slum, Meng Han's father is the one who has fallen below the bottom line of human morality.
This is no longer Chen Shimei, but, but——
Even someone as knowledgeable and talented as Gu Qingcheng couldn't think of a very appropriate adjective.
"Actually, the most infuriating person is Meng Han's own mother. If she had known better, she wouldn't be so humble and miserable!"
"It's okay if she doesn't live a good life, after all, it's her own choice. But what about the three children? They have no choice."
"The eldest daughter was exchanged for a bride price by her parents-in-law and married to a widower who beats his wife."
"The second daughter was sent to the city to work as a nanny, serving her stepmother and her half-sister."
"I heard that their bastard father wanted to marry him to the leader's son who got sick because of promiscuity."
"A year ago, Meng Han's biological mother fell ill and was unable to take care of others, so she was kicked out by her parents-in-law."
"Meng Han was only fourteen years old. Seeing his mother living on the streets and dying of illness, he completely exploded."
"He ran into town and started a scene with my bastard father."
"The barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. Since that bastard is wearing shoes, he will naturally lose his momentum first."
"In order to appease Meng Han, that Chen Shimei spent money to give his cheap ex-wife a grand funeral."
"I found Meng Han a job as an apprentice in a restaurant."
"Oh, by the way, he doesn't dare to 'sell' his second daughter either."
"Now, Meng Han and his second sister depend on each other for survival. My yard happened to be empty, so I rented it to them!"
Speaking of this, Meng Yao was filled with emotion.
As expected, no matter when, there are always such bastards who fall below the moral bottom line.
What’s even more infuriating is that such people are actually living a good life.
Although Meng Yao was an ancient man, he believed in the Three Obediences and Four Virtues in his heart.
But she personally created a large family that has been passed down for one or two hundred years, and she is an independent and strong person.
Another extremely important point is that Meng Yao values rules.
Meng Han's parents obviously did not follow the rules.
This made Meng Yao extremely disgusted.
Meng Han, on the other hand, is young but has a ruthless spirit that allows him to fight to the death.
In addition, the young man has a very sensitive sense of taste and a golden tongue.
This made Meng Yao value it even more.
She has already come up with the idea of taking Meng Han as her personal disciple.
Meng Yao decided to observe Meng Han for another year or two to make sure that the boy had good character and was reliable, and then teach him all her best cooking skills.
Gu Qingcheng:...Oh no, that’s not all.
What I think about the relationship between you two, hehehe!
Troublemaker: ...How could someone as noble as Her Majesty the Queen of Heaven become so gossipy?
Look at her little appearance, she is definitely a spectator!
However, Meng Yao has her own choices as to what opportunities she will have in life.
Gu Qingcheng believed that with Meng Yao's rationality and strength, she would definitely have a happy ending.
Even if it's not perfect, Meng Yao probably won't regret it——
She was not controlled or coerced!
All of this is her own choice!
…
Gu Si's wife seemed to have adapted to the daily routine of eating and moving melons.
After finishing her housework every day, she would take a sewing basket and sew clothes while chatting with people.
Gu Qingcheng was also used to the days when she could hear fresh gossip every day when she came home.
However, when eating melons, you often end up eating something that hurts your head.
That day, Gu Qingcheng went home from get off work as usual, but did not see Gu Si's wife at the intersection.
She couldn't help but wonder.
The aunties and grandmas who were huddled at the entrance of the alley and whispering to each other became "excited" when they saw her.
They were chatting more and more eagerly.
Gu Qingcheng raised her eyebrows: ...Are you talking about me?
Although Gu Qingcheng was confused, she did not stop.
She walked straight towards her own yard.
The door is closed!
This is very abnormal.
Whether it was the former Second Mrs. Gu or the current Fourth Mrs. Gu, they were used to living in the countryside and rarely closed the door during the day.
Gu Qingcheng became more and more certain that something must have happened at home.
She pushed hard, and the large black iron door with withered flowers was bolted from the inside.
She had no choice but to ring the doorbell.
Ding-dong, ding-dong rang several times before a voice faintly came from inside the house asking, "Who is it?"
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