Hua Qingcheng had cooked all the rice at noon and packed up everything. Mu Lige gritted his teeth, took out the remaining flour and mixed it to make noodles.
After scooping some chicken broth from the stove and adding water to it, Mu Lige put the noodles into the pot. When they were almost cooked, he added some washed wild vegetables and sprinkled them with salt. A simple and fragrant pot of wild vegetable chicken noodle soup was ready.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but after his wife finished cooking lunch, there was actually more oil and salt in the kitchen. Mu Lige shook his head, getting rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and then brought the noodles and a pot of stewed chicken to the main room.
Hua Qingcheng was afraid that they would not dare to eat more, so she filled a large bowl of noodles for each of them. She also gave each of them several large pieces of chicken, and then announced that the meal was ready.
"Wife, I'm going to the east of the village to bring some chicken and chicken soup to Mom and Dad."
Looking at Mu Lige holding a small earthenware jar, Hua Qingcheng nodded.
"Well, go ahead and say hello to your parents. Come back early for dinner."
Hua Qingcheng's memory of the original owner was a little confused, so she didn't know that Mu Lige was actually talking about the original owner's parents.
Mu Lige was stunned for a moment, thinking that his wife was still resentful of his mother for sending her back to the old house, so he didn't think much about it. Moreover, now that she was willing to let him send her regards, perhaps the relationship between his wife and his mother would ease before long.
The outspoken Yu Xiaotian couldn't help but ask, "Wife, aren't those your mother and father? Why did you ask your eldest brother to go and say hello for you?"
"What? Are you saying my parents are still alive?"
Hua Qingcheng had always thought that the original owner and her husband lived in the old house, and that there were no other people in the Hua family. Now she knew that her parents were still alive. So why didn't the original owner have any memory of this?
What Hua Qingcheng didn't know was that the original owner was too bad and had been driven back to the old house by her mother four years ago. The original owner was resentful and had therefore not interacted with them at all in the past four years.
"Wife, you can't speak of mother and father like that!"
Mu Lige was grateful to Hua's mother and father. He gave Hua Qingcheng a disapproving look, then walked out with the earthenware jar.
East of the village, Hua family.
"Old woman, why are you so stubborn? It's been four years. Are you really not going to acknowledge your daughter?"
Ye Maochun held the clothes that Hua Qingcheng wore when she was a child and complained with tears in his eyes.
Hua Rongsheng said angrily, "This rebellious girl is truly outrageous! Unless she mends her ways, she'll never be allowed to enter the Hua family again!"
Hua Rongsheng had always been troubled by her daughter. As the only scholar in Baishui Town, she opened a private school in the village. Many students from nearby schools came to her for study, and she was very respected.
However, there are many successful people outside, but only bitter gourds are harvested at home.
Hua Rongsheng, seeing his daughter's intelligence from a young age, originally wanted to train her for the imperial examinations, so he began teaching her to read and write at the age of seven. However, despite her intelligence, she became wild after only two years of study, spending her days hanging out with the village folks Hua Mazi, Hua Youcai, and others.
Asked to study, she complained of headaches; asked to farm, she complained of the dirt; sent to work in town, she complained of the hard work... She painted her face like a ghost all day long, had no ambition, and always fantasized about hooking up with a rich young man and living off him. She spent her days eating, drinking, and having fun, doing nothing, and later even learned to gamble.
Finally, when Hua Qingcheng was twelve years old, Hua Rongsheng, who could no longer tolerate her, drove her back to the Hua family's old house, cut off her money, and let her fend for herself. He also said that unless she turned over a new leaf, he would not recognize her as his daughter.
"Oh, my poor daughter!"
Hearing his wife's words, Ye Maochun couldn't help but feel sad again.
"Old lady, when I was chatting with Qianyi's husband this afternoon, I ran into Li Ge. Guess what? He actually went to Qianyi Carpenter to order furniture!
I quietly pulled him aside and asked him, only to find out that our daughter had truly turned over a new leaf and was earning money to support the family.
"Oh, is that true?"
Hua Rongsheng's face was full of disbelief.
"Yes, my wife, it's absolutely true. This is what Li Ge said himself. We watched Li Ge grow up, and you know his character; he wouldn't lie. I think you should stop being so stubborn. They are your own children, how can you really stop interacting with each other forever?"
Ye Maochun seized the opportunity and began to persuade Hua Rongsheng.
"Humph! If that rebellious girl truly mends her ways, admits her mistakes, and promises to be a decent person in the future, I, an old woman, will not be unreasonable!"
Hua Rongsheng loved her daughter deeply, but she was soft-hearted. However, she couldn't let her daughter continue to act like this, so the two sides remained at a stalemate for such a long time.
"Mom, Dad! Are you all home?"
While the couple was talking, there was suddenly a knock on the door from outside the yard.
Ye Maochun heard the sound and went out to open the door. He saw that it was Mu Lige, holding a clay pot in his hand.
"Li Ge, why are you here at this time? Have you had dinner? Come in quickly."
Ye Maochun was still very satisfied with this hardworking and down-to-earth Xifu (his daughter's husband), and it was thanks to him that he had taken care of Hua Qingcheng over the years.
"Mom, Dad, I'm here to bring you some chicken and chicken soup. It's been stewing since noon and it tastes really good."
As Mu Lige spoke, he brought the earthenware jar into the main room and placed it on the table.
Although Hua Qingcheng has not spoken to Hua Rongsheng for four years, Mu Lige has always fulfilled his duties as a good husband and has been filial to his wife's mother and father on her behalf.
"You kid, you're here, but why did you bring food with you? Take it back later and you brothers will have a good meal. As for that rebellious girl, forget it."
When Hua Rongsheng saw that it was Mu Lige, he greeted him warmly.
Mu Lige came to the Hua family as a child husband at the age of thirteen, and now six years have passed in the blink of an eye. Hua Rongsheng has always treated him as his own son. Although he is a boy, Hua Rongsheng found that he has a good foundation in reading, and in his free time, he also taught him a lot of knowledge.
"Mom, Dad! This is the pheasant my wife brought back from the mountains this morning. As soon as it was cooked, she told me to bring some to you two. You must try it carefully later. She cooked it herself!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing? It's really like a hen laying eggs and a fish growing hair, or thunder in winter and snow in summer. It's really bizarre!"
Hua Rongsheng was amazed repeatedly, wondering if this good-for-nothing guy had finally turned over a new leaf and become sensible?
"I've been telling you, our daughter is a good person. Whenever she kills a pheasant, she never forgets to bring some for us to eat. Old woman, don't be so stubborn. These past few years are enough. How many more years can we live?"
When Ye Maochun heard that his daughter had grown up and become sensible, he couldn't help but burst into tears and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
"Dad! My wife is willing to return to her rightful place now. This is a good thing. Don't be sad."
Mu Lige looked at Hua's father who was crying, and had to persuade him patiently.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! You're right! This is a good thing. I'm not sad, I'm just happy!"
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