Chapter 239 Take Her With You
In the following days, Wei Zhao went out frequently.
Yu Tingwan often did not see him when she woke up in the morning, and came back when it was almost dark.
She did not say anything.
Wei Shouzhong and Hui Niang did not say anything either.
This situation continued until after a continuous spring rain.
In the evening, Yu Tingwan was accompanying Hui Niang to make dumplings.
Pork and cabbage fillings, and mushroom and shrimp fillings. Inside was the freshly fried and chopped pork lard residue.
It was so fragrant.
"The imperial examination will be held in a few days, and the head of the academy came in person to invite Master Sun to take charge."
Hui Niang said softly: "I heard that your Master Zhao meant to let our Ah Yu also go to the examination hall. Of course, he does not ask for any results, but it is good to go and familiarize himself in advance."
"This period of time must be hard and tiring."
"Your Aunt Zhao is afraid that Master Sun will have bad teeth because of his old age, so she runs to deliver food every day."
She glanced at the dumplings she had made before.
There were quite a few.
"Why not send all of these to your aunt? It will be enough for her and Nannan to eat, so there is no need to cook anymore."
The girl was struggling with the dough in her hand.
She was not very good at making it.
So it looked ugly.
But unlike Hui Niang, who was skillful, the dumplings she made were round and plump, and the skin would not break and the filling would not be exposed, which was pleasing to look at.
Hearing this, she raised her eyes and smiled at Hui Niang, obedient and soft.
"Okay, I'll go and tell my aunt right away."
She patted the flour on her hands. She carried the cooked dumplings to the next door. Her back was full of joy.
Hui Niang saw it, but... worried in her heart. She opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed it back.
When Yu Tingwan arrived, Madam Zhao was ready to heat the pot with firewood. She was happy when she learned about her purpose.
"Okay, then I'll be lazy for once."
She didn't hesitate: "The dumplings made by your mother are not bad."
She simply picked up Nannan and locked the door.
"I'll take it to the academy right now to cook."
"Otherwise, we can cook it at home. This soup is not easy to carry."
"We'll eat it together at the academy later. Nannan said she wanted to eat candied haws early in the morning. I'll bring you a bunch on the way back."
It was a coaxing tone.
Yu Tingwan didn't know how things turned out like this.
Ever since Master Sun came, Madam Zhao treated the Wei family as relatives.
Sometimes, she even had a share of whatever Nannan had.
Yu Tingwan couldn't resist this temptation: "Then I want more icing sugar."
"The hawthorns should be big, and the small ones are sour." She
's quite picky.
Just after sending Madam Zhao away, Yu Tingwan returned to the Wei family. Hui Niang made a lot of dumplings again.
After the dumplings were ready, they were put into the pot and cooked together until they floated up one by one.
Yu Tingwan went to call Wei Shouzhong for dinner.
Wei Shouzhong was tending to the small field in the yard.
It had rained, the land was wet, and his hands were covered in mud.
After washing, the three of them sat around.
Yu Tingwan didn't mind the heat, blew on it and was about to take a bite.
Wei Zhao came back from outside at this time.
He had been elusive these days, and Hui Niang was very happy to see him.
"Have you eaten? There's still a lot in the pot. I'll go get it for you."
Wei Zhao's eyes were heavy.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't respond.
The sky was getting darker, and it was raining again, so the light was not bright. He stood at the door and blocked most of the light.
Wei Zhao's eyes moved from Hui Niang to Wei Shouzhong, and finally to Yu Tingwan.
He heard himself speak.
A little hoarse.
"I have to leave tomorrow."
This sentence sounded simple, but everyone in the room knew what it meant.
The soup spoon in Yu Tingwan's hand slipped.
There was a loud "bang".
The empty bowl that was still in Hui Niang's hand just now broke into four pieces on the ground in an instant.
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The rain outside started to fall again at some point, becoming impatient, crackling and annoying.
The sky outside was dark.
Hui Niang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She suddenly sat up, not knowing what she had thought of.
Wei Shouzhong was also in a heavy mood.
But seeing her like this, he felt even worse.
He could only smile bitterly to comfort her.
"You should have noticed these days that the child's identity is probably not simple. We can't keep him."
"I know that you picked him up at the beginning because you wanted to treat him as Alang and deceive yourself that Alang was still alive, but Hui Niang, he is not Alang after all."
There was no light in the house.
Hui Niang couldn't see anything.
She never regretted saving Wei Zhao.
But after all these days of getting along, she really raised him as her son. She couldn't tie him up by her side for revenge.
But Hui Niang suppressed her pain.
She heard herself muttering.
"What about Wanniang?"
Wei Shouzhong was stunned.
Yes.
What should Wanniang do if she is gone.
Before he could react, Hui Niang got off the bed in a hurry.
The house opposite was brightly lit.
The atmosphere in the house was very quiet.
The girl turned her back to Wei Zhao and didn't speak.
The fire flickered slightly, and she used a hairpin to poke the candle wick.
"It's a last-minute decision. I have to go visit the old friend I've been looking for."
Wei Zhao couldn't see Yu Tingwan's expression clearly.
"After I leave, I won't be back for a short time. If nothing unexpected happens, I will go back to Shangjing."
There are many things to do.
He can't keep pretending to be dead.
It's time to go back.
Yu Tingwan knew that this day would come sooner or later, but when it really came, it felt very soon.
She suppressed her surging emotions, and her hand holding the hairpin turned slightly pale: "Do you want to pack your luggage?"
Wei Zhao frowned and was about to speak.
Then he heard footsteps coming from far away outside.
It was soon replaced by knocking on the door.
He put his mind at ease and went to open the door.
It was Hui Niang.
Hui Niang came in a hurry and didn't wear any outer clothes.
Wei Zhao frowned and was about to let her in to avoid catching a cold.
But Hui Niang grabbed his hand tightly.
Wei Zhao didn't like to be touched by outsiders. Even his mother, the wife of the Duke of Shun, rarely was so intimate.
But he didn't break free.
Hui Niang said in an anxious tone: "Child, although Stepmother is the daughter-in-law of my Wei family, I chose her for you in the first place, and you were the one who got married to her. You two have been living in the same room these days."
"I don't know where you are going."
"But Stepmother is a good girl, and she takes good care of you. You have to accept her kindness."
Yu Tingwan's eyes trembled. She didn't expect Hui Niang to come here for her.
Wei Zhao said gently, "I will take her with me."
Hui Niang did not feel relieved, and looked at him without blinking, "Wan Niang has suffered so much these years. I just want you to say one thing. Can you treat her well after taking her away?"
"If you can do it, I won't expect anything from you if you take her away. I just want you to be well. But I'm afraid that this child will be wronged in an unfamiliar place."
"You look like a promising person."
"I'm just a country woman, I don't have much experience, but I know that those capable people often have three wives and four concubines. You..."
Wei Zhao saw that she was very emotional, so he helped her sit down, "I won't."
Then he looked at Yu Tingwan who slowly came to Hui Niang's side.
Deep.
"I dare not."
Hui Niang thought for a while.
That's right.
Wei Zhao was the one who was beaten.
Wei Shouzhong chased after him at this time.
He was a little restrained, "She is just worried."
Hui Niang's voice drowned out him, "She calls me mother, and her mother-in-law died early, so I have to make plans for her."
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