Chapter 168 I'm sorry, Mao Mao accidentally bumped into you.
Mao Mao was never a girl who judged people by their appearance; she was always cheerful and happy to meet everyone.
The gardener in the family is blind in one eye, old and ugly, and looks a bit scary, especially for children. But every time Mao Mao sees him, she politely calls him "Uncle" and shares her snacks with him. She never has any prejudice against people because of their appearance.
Even after lunch was over, the second concubine was still having doubts.
It doesn't look good? What's wrong with it?
Sun Zixuan wasn't exactly handsome, but he had regular features. As a student, he was refined and well-mannered, and dressed in a suit, he looked presentable. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't bad-looking either.
Mao Mao doesn't judge people by their appearance. It's not that they're not good-looking, or that they're not a good match.
Knowing the extraordinary abilities of her little lucky star, the second concubine stared at her grandson Xuan with wide eyes, but couldn't see anything wrong with him.
Since it concerned her niece's future happiness, the second concubine dared not be negligent.
She rarely went home, and her knowledge of Sun Zixuan was limited to what she heard from her niece during the Chinese New Year—that Sun had a boyfriend. Beyond that, she knew less than the other members of the Yang family.
After lunch, Yang's mother went to the kitchen to cook sweet soup.
The second concubine touched Mao Mao's round little belly, "Can Mao Mao still eat sweet soup?"
Mao Mao licked her lips, nodded her little head vigorously, and stretched out her two little hands, making a small circle with her short fingers: "So many."
After thinking for a moment, the circle grew a little bigger: "This much."
The second concubine smiled and said, "Okay, let's have another big bowl of sweet soup for Mao Mao."
As she spoke, the second concubine picked up the little girl and handed her to Yang's father: "Dad, I'm going to help in the kitchen. Could you watch Mao Mao for a while?"
Mr. Yang nodded, put down his unlit pipe, and silently accepted it.
As soon as the little baby was in my hands, it slumped down. Luckily, he was sitting in a chair and his legs caught him, preventing him from falling.
Still shaken, Mr. Yang supported the little girl, his eyes darting back and forth to her chubby little face several times.
Mao Mao obediently held onto his arm: "Grandpa."
“…Hmm.” Grandpa Yang nodded.
He awkwardly reached into his pocket, wanting to take something out for her, but forgot that he was wearing a long robe today. He found nothing, and could only awkwardly touch the slippery fabric.
Although the little girl was heavy, she was also soft and limp, as if she had no bones. As soon as she sat down, her little body leaned against him, as if he were being touched by a cloud. Yang's father froze, not daring to move.
He looked up to look for his wife, but Yang's mother had already gone to the kitchen, and his son was chatting happily with his granddaughter and grandson-in-law, not noticing what was happening here.
Mr. Yang thought for a moment: "You...do you go to school?"
Mao Mao: "Huh?"
Mr. Yang: "A four-year-old child can already start learning. Did your mother teach you? How about I teach you to recognize characters?"
Mao Mao: "Huh?"
Father Yang: "Can you recite ancient poems? Come on, I'll recite a line, and you repeat after me."
Maomao: "..."
kitchen.
The second concubine quickly followed her mother into the kitchen.
She closed the kitchen door behind her and moved closer to Yang's mother: "Mom, do you know anything about that Sun Zixuan?"
"What do you know?" Yang's mother skillfully put on an apron and began preparing the ingredients for the sweet soup.
The ingredients are all readily available and prepared in advance, so the process is not complicated. Simply add the ingredients to the rock sugar, cook them all in one pot, and wait for it to boil.
"This sweet soup is simple, you don't need to help," said Yang's mother. "Go back and play with Mao Mao. Where is Mao Mao?"
Second wife: "I'll ask Dad to keep an eye on things."
"Your dad?" Yang's mother chuckled. "He's become addicted to being a teacher. Now he wants to teach every child he meets to read and write. Let's not do that, so as not to make Mao Mao feel wronged."
Which child doesn't want to play and is happy to obediently study?
This is Mao Mao's first time here. She's such a well-behaved and adorable child. I hope we can come more often in the future. I don't want her to develop a psychological aversion to coming back.
Second concubine: "Mom, I'm asking about that grandson, Sun Zixuan."
"What's wrong with Zixuan? He's doing fine."
When Yang's mother talked about it, she couldn't stop smiling.
Today we met each other's parents, and now that things are out in the open, Sun Zixuan is about to graduate, so the two of them will soon be discussing marriage.
With such a joyous occasion coming to our home, how could we not be happy?
"Could he have some other problems?" the second concubine speculated. "I think it might not be good."
Yang's mother turned around: "What's wrong with it?"
The second concubine couldn't answer either.
Because Mao Mao said it was bad. But why was it bad? Second Aunt knew that Mao Mao only had a premonition about one thing, and they would have to find out the more detailed reasons themselves.
Just like when Mao Mao clung to the young master's leg, preventing him from leaving the house, and in the end, she actually found a bomb!
"Mom, listen to me. I think we need to think about this again. We don't know what kind of person Sun Zixuan is yet. You should observe him more. You can only know a person's face, not their heart!"
Yang's mother turned to look at her, puzzled: "Observe what? Lingyi has been seeing him for so long, she's been observing him for a long time. If he wasn't a good person, she wouldn't have brought him back, and your brother wouldn't have agreed."
Yang's mother lifted the pot lid and stirred the sweet soup in the pot with a spoon: "They are classmates. You can tell whether they are good people from their daily interactions. I heard Lingyi mention that Zixuan's grades in school were very good. Look, he has already found an internship at a publishing house before he even graduated. His teachers and classmates all have very good opinions of him."
"What about his home?"
The second concubine pondered: They haven't studied abroad, and they might not be spies. Are they here to swindle money? That doesn't seem likely either; the Yang family isn't exactly wealthy or powerful, not worth swindling.
"His home?" Yang's mother replied, "Although he's not from Haicheng, his hometown is well-off. Look at his shoes, they're all new."
"Is this really settled?"
"What else?" Yang's mother asked, puzzled. "What's going on? Didn't you think it was fine before? Why are you suddenly objecting? Did you hear something else?"
The second concubine nodded, then shook her head.
Yang's mother was completely baffled: "Does it mean yes or no?"
Second concubine: "...Oh dear, just listen to me!"
Yang's mother: "..."
Yang's mother rolled her eyes at her.
Just then, the sweet soup in the pot was ready. She took out several bowls and filled them one by one. "Go, take it out."
The second concubine pouted.
This has left me utterly at a loss for what to do.
But he obediently picked up the tray and served it to everyone.
lobby.
Mao Mao, with her soft little face pouting, played with her fingers as her father, Yang, recited from "Hoeing the fields at noon" to "Bowing her head, she thinks of her hometown."
After reciting another poem, "Spring Dawn," Yang's father looked down and saw the little girl staring intently at a painting of flowers and birds on the wall not far away, looking rather dazed and not very bright.
Yang's father: "Did you remember?"
Hearing the sound, Mao Mao tilted her little head up, opened her big, dark eyes, and looked at him adorably: "Grandpa."
Mr. Yang hummed in agreement and nodded: "Then I'll teach you another one."
Maomao: "..."
Mao Mao turned her little head and immediately saw the second aunt carrying a tray walking in from outside. Her eyes lit up and she immediately stretched out her little hand in that direction: "Third Aunt!"
The second concubine immediately responded and put down the tray: "Mao Mao, Ling Yi, come and have some sweet soup."
Mao Mao happily agreed and struggled to climb down from Yang's father's lap. Fearing she would fall, Yang's father quickly put her down.
As soon as she left Yang's father, Mao Mao immediately took off on her short legs and ran towards her second aunt.
The others, drawn by the aroma, also gathered around.
"Zixuan, come and have a bowl of sweet soup." Yang Lingyi took her boyfriend's hand. "My grandma is a great cook, and her sweet soup is delicious. You're in luck today."
Sun Zixuan also looked expectant: "I've heard you praise me before. I just ate Grandma's cooking, and it's even better than what you get at restaurants."
As he spoke, he followed his girlfriend and took a bowl of sweet soup from the second concubine's hands.
The sweet soup contains ingredients such as red dates, goji berries, and lotus seeds. It smells sweet and makes your mouth water. The freshly made sweet soup is still a little hot through the ceramic bowl and is hot to the touch.
The sweet soup was served rather full. Sun Zixuan stared at the edge of the bowl. He had just taken it and was holding it carefully, about to pick up the spoon, when he suddenly felt something hit his leg hard.
Sun Zixuan was staring intently at the sweet soup when he was startled. His hand trembled, and the bowl of soup spilled all over him.
The scalding hot soup was poured all over him, and even through his suit, he cried out in surprise, "Ah!"
Mao Mao was also startled and quickly took a few steps back: "Uncle, I'm sorry."
Hearing the sound, Yang Lingyi turned around and saw the scene. She quickly asked, "What happened? Are you alright?!"
The second concubine rushed over, squatted down, grabbed Mao Mao, and turned her over and over to check: "Mao Mao, did I spill anything on you?"
If such a hot bowl of soup were spilled on Mao Mao, it would be no joke.
Mao Mao shook her head, clasped her little hands, and whispered, "Third Auntie, Mao Mao bumped into Uncle."
She was running too fast and didn't stop properly, so she bumped into Sun Zixuan's leg.
Whether it was good luck or not, being so close, a bowl of sweet soup was spilled all over Sun Zixuan, but she didn't get a drop on her.
The second concubine checked her over and over twice, and only after seeing that she was unharmed did she breathe a sigh of relief and look apologetically at Sun Zixuan: "Sun, are you alright? Were you burned? Should we go to the hospital?"
As she spoke, the second concubine instinctively reached for her handbag and took people to the hospital.
"It's alright," Sun Zixuan quickly said. "I wasn't burned even through my clothes."
A bowl of sweet soup was spilled all over his clothes, ruining his perfectly good suit. He could feel the soup being absorbed by the fabric, and his skin felt a warm, sticky sensation.
Mao Mao apologized again obediently: "Uncle, I'm sorry."
Sun Zixuan waved his hand good-naturedly: "It's alright, Miss Lou, you don't need to take it to heart."
As soon as Yang's mother, who followed her in, entered the room, she saw the scene and immediately said, "What should we do! These clothes are all ruined... Zixuan, I'll go get you some clean clothes. Change out of your dirty clothes first."
Uncle Yang said, "My clothes are too big, I'll take Dad's."
Sun Zixuan: "This... you don't need to trouble yourself."
"It's okay, don't be so polite." Yang Lingyi pushed her boyfriend away: "If you go back looking like this, people will think my dad did something to you."
Sun Zixuan declined a few more times, but the sweet soup stuck to his body was really uncomfortable, so he didn't refuse and followed his uncle Yang to the back room.
Uncle Yang led him into the house, fetched a basin of water for him to wash up, and then carried his dirty clothes out.
The suit was a fine suit; it needed to be dealt with quickly to avoid ruining it. He hadn't taken two steps when something floated out of the suit.
Uncle Yang stopped and looked closely. It was a letter with the words "family letter" written on it.
However, the envelope was also soaked with soup, and the ink on it had smudged, making half of it blurry. The soup had even seeped inside.
This is bad; even the letters inside are soaked. We need to deal with it quickly, lest they stick together and the letters are ruined.
Uncle Yang hurriedly called into the house, "Zixuan, your letter is wet. Let me dry it for you."
Sun Zixuan inside the house gave a muffled response.
Uncle Yang opened the letter for him, carefully separated the soaked paper, and spread it out on the stone to dry and salvage it.
Although half of the ink was wet and the characters were soaked, thanks to timely intervention and the fact that several layers were in between, the content was still barely legible.
Uncle Yang didn't intend to read his family's letters, but he couldn't help but glance at the contents while moving around. Before he could even react, a few lines of text had already entered his mind due to his rapid reading speed.
Uncle Yang was stunned, his eyes widened immediately, and his round, chubby face turned bright red.
With a "bang".
Sun Zixuan, still clutching his clothes and not even having time to put them on properly, hurriedly pushed open the door.
He cried out in panic, "Don't demolish it!"
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