Chapter 68 Zhizhi, you rolled into my arms by yourself
The old lady's face turned pale in disbelief. She stared at the old man with a cold and hard gaze and said in a trembling voice, "Old man, where in the world would you let your daughter-in-law run the household while your mother-in-law is still alive? If I really leave it to them, how will I have the dignity to discipline the younger generation in the future?"
"Discipline?"
The old man sneered sarcastically, "You don't need to bother with me."
"Look at what kind of person you've personally taught is? How dare you even mention discipline?"
"This matter is settled, no one needs to say anything more!"
Those who originally wanted to try to persuade the couple no longer dared to say anything. The old lady looked around in panic and saw that no one came to her defense, so she slammed the door of the main house.
When the door panel shook, dust fell down, but no one present said a word.
Xu Yu turned the roast chicken on the rack, and when he was sure it was cooked through, he started to cut it up with a dagger.
The first chicken leg fell into the old man's bowl.
"Grandfather, let's eat first."
The old man took a look and said, "My dear daughter-in-law, go and bring me a bowl of the meat porridge you cooked. I want to eat that."
Sang Zhixia put down her bowl to scoop porridge, and when she came back she found that the chicken leg that should have been in the old man's bowl was in front of her.
She put down the porridge and felt a little at a loss.
There are so many people here, young and old, and you only give the chicken leg to yourself?
Noticing her bewilderment, the old man said slowly, "The wine you brewed is indeed quite good. I should have given you a good one as a reward, but unfortunately, I couldn't find any treasure. So I gave you a chicken drumstick to fool you, which is considered a reward."
Sang Zhixia's eyes curved in amusement, and she said generously, "Thank you, Grandfather."
The old man's sullen expression softened a little, and the other chicken leg was given to the injured Aunt Xu.
"I know you've been wronged, but we should always look at things from the perspective of our children. Even if that scoundrel is useless, you still have Minghui and Mingyang."
"Take good care of him. As long as this old man like me lives, the Xu family will not fall."
This was the first time the old man spoke out against Uncle Xu's absurdity.
Although it’s not long, it’s enough.
Second Aunt Xu lowered her head, holding back her tears, and said nothing. The old man closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Children, live well and there is hope to look forward to."
"I'm old, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but as long as these old bones are still together, I will always be able to give you the justice you deserve. But for the rest, I can only hope that you can do it yourself."
"The Xu family cannot be disbanded, no matter what..."
He sighed as if he was tired after he finished speaking: "Old Third, Yu'er, please help me go back."
Uncle Xu and Xu Yu stood up at the same time, and everyone who was sitting and eating also stood up.
Until the old man's back disappeared behind the door, Sang Zhixia looked at the round chicken legs in the bowl with mixed feelings.
She seemed to be able to guess why the Xu family had stood in Kyoto for a hundred years and was so feared by everyone.
There may be many unbearable things in the Xu family, but there is always an unbreakable backbone to support the whole family.
Before, he was his father-in-law who he had never met and was convicted of a serious crime. Now he is his grandfather who should have been honored but has stood up again.
Later on, maybe it was Third Uncle, maybe Xu Yu, then Xu Minghui and Xu Mingyang, or even Xu Mingxu who was only three years old today...
As long as the body and mind are together, and the family's thoughts can be roughly united, no matter how difficult life is, it probably won't be that sad.
It should have been a good meal, but because of the old lady's confusion, no one enjoyed the meal.
After cleaning up the mess, Sang Zhixia went back to the house first, and Xu Yu came back soon after.
She grabbed a corner of the quilt and said worriedly, "Is Grandfather okay?"
The old man's health is not very good. He was so angry that he vomited blood not long ago.
"It's okay."
Xu Yu grabbed a dry towel and wiped away the water droplets left by washing. He said slowly, "I just couldn't help but argue with my grandmother for a few words."
It would be more accurate to say that it was not an argument but the old lady's constant complaints.
But what’s the use of crying and complaining?
The old lady's background is actually not that prominent compared to the Jiaxing Marquisate.
When she was in the boudoir, she was the legitimate daughter of a minor official. Because of her humble status, she was chosen to be the old man's second wife, and thus she was raised in a luxurious house for most of her life.
However, the pampered life for most of her life did not allow her to learn the tolerance of others. Instead, it magnified many of her insignificant little faults when she was a child.
Her heart has never been right.
But the old man, remembering her kindness in raising children for many years, turned a blind eye to it when she was in the Marquis' Mansion and was unwilling to make a fuss about it.
She had grown to a seniority that was unmatched by anyone, but she didn't know when her eyes were blinded by lard.
It is appropriate for the old man to criticize me today.
Sang Zhixia listened with a thoughtful look on her face: "You suddenly said that at the dinner table. Did you do that on purpose?"
If Xu Yu hadn't suggested not to do it again, the old man would have suppressed his anger and things would never have come to this.
Xu Yu paused in his change of clothes and said with a smile, "You can see that?"
“It was just a guess.”
But what Xu Yu said proved that she was indeed right.
Xu Yu said nonchalantly, "If you want a harmonious family, the most difficult thing to guard against is the evil spirits in your home."
"The old lady's mind is not right, and she is habitually biased towards Second Uncle. One or two days is fine, but she cannot be like this every day."
So what if the whole family, young and old, put in all their brute force to earn it?
The more they earned, the more they slipped through the old lady's fingers to Uncle Xu.
When you have a big family and a big business, no one would bother to care even if there are complaints, but it’s different now.
The authority to manage money cannot be placed in the hands of the old lady.
Even if today's incident had not happened, Xu Yu would find an opportunity sooner or later to take away this confusing account that the old lady would never be able to remember.
There is inevitably some selfish motive involved in this, but it is also a consideration for the fairness that more people deserve.
If not for this, Uncle Xu and his wife wouldn't have just stood there and watched in silence today.
He wasn't the only one unhappy with the old lady's favoritism.
Sang Zhixia gave a thumbs-up with admiration: "Great."
He is strong enough to hunt, and when he gets home he knows all the little tricks of house fighting.
Xu? Almighty? Little genius!
Xu Yu smiled subtly, extinguished the oil lamp, and moved towards the bed against the wall with ease.
After crawling in and lying down, he still had a small opinion to express: "Zhizhi, don't kick the quilt at night."
After sleeping in the same bed with separate pillows for several days, Sang Zhixia kicked the quilt every day.
Xu Yu could hardly remember how many times he had to get up at night.
Sangzhi's bad habits during summer sleep were ruthlessly exposed, and his face began to feel hot in the darkness.
She stammered, "How would I know I would kick the quilt? I wouldn't know it when I was asleep."
"have no idea?"
Xu Yu supported himself on the bed with one hand and looked at Sang Zhixia who closed her eyes and pretended to be dead. He bent his index finger and flicked her nose as if to vent his anger.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I'll remember it for you."
There was a faint light in his eyes, and a hint of evil taste flowed in a place where Sang Zhixia could not see.
"Zhizhi, do you know that if you kick the quilt and feel cold, you will move towards a warmer place?"
Sang Zhixia touched her bullet-damaged nose and asked in confusion, "Really?"
But this should be normal, right?
Anyone who feels cold will move towards a warm place!
She didn't quite understand why Xu Yu mentioned this. When she wanted to ask him, Xu Yu had already smiled and lay back on his own three-quarters of the bed.
He closed his eyes and said, "It's okay if you don't know. Go to sleep."
Sang Zhixia slept with suspicion in her heart.
As her breathing became regular and she fell asleep, a large, prepared hand reached out from the side of the bed.
Xu Yu grabbed two layers of quilts stacked together and held the sleeping person in his arms. The corners of his mouth rose silently under the cover of night.
"Zhizhi, you rolled into my arms on your own..."
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