The sound of Old Lady Lu's curses still lingered in my ears.
An Wan was so angry that she ground her back teeth, determined to teach Old Lady Lu a lesson one day.
Through the crack in the wooden door, An Wan saw Old Lady Lu, her face flushed and spitting.
She's been yelling for over ten minutes, and she's still not tired?
That body is incredibly strong!
Outside the wooden door, Li Xiufang was chatting with the villagers she had attracted, accusing Yunping of being heartless and of the seven deadly sins of being unfilial to her mother-in-law.
An Wan opened the wooden door a crack. Li Xiufang and Old Lady Lu were too busy cursing and talking to notice the change in the door.
Silently chanting "Space Blade," a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, quickly sweeping past the heads of Grandma Lu and everyone present, knocking out dozens of strands of hair.
Everyone was stunned, their mouths agape.
The next second, a terrified scream erupted: "Ahhh—"
"My hair—Aaaaaah—"
"There's a ghost!"
Aren't you terrified?
A gust of wind blew directly at my head, feeling chilly and even causing a few strands of hair to fall.
It's one thing if one person feels this way, but more than a dozen people at the scene feel it at the same time.
They must have angered the gods with their foul language.
The immortals of Shenxian Mountain are angry.
An Wan peeked through the crack at the frantic escape of Old Lady Lu and Li Xiufang, witnessing their disgraceful behavior, and she felt secretly delighted.
Wait, this is just a small trick.
When I'm a little older, I'll have plenty of ways to deal with this mean mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who have sores on their mouths.
After getting some peace and quiet, An Wan quietly slipped back into the house and found Lu Zhili, asking him to comfort Yun Ping.
She must be hiding in the kitchen, crying her heart out right now.
Lu Zhili obediently listened to An Wan's words and went to the kitchen, where he found Yunping crying while cooking.
According to An Wan, he held his tearful mother for a long time before letting go.
My sister said that he should just give his mother a warm hug and not say anything.
He thought her words made a lot of sense. His mother stopped crying after he hugged her for a while. In the past, he would say a lot of comforting words, but his mother would cry even harder.
An Wan, who was standing at the kitchen door, heard Yun Ping's crying stop. Her brows, which had been furrowed for a long time, finally relaxed, leaving a few marks.
She learned from the villagers that Yunping had become somewhat neurotic because of the loss of her youngest daughter four years ago.
Adding to the fact that Old Lady Lu had just come to cause trouble and insult Yunping, Anwan was very worried that her illness would relapse.
That's why Lu Zhili was sent to comfort Yunping.
So far, the results seem pretty good.
Although Anwan had never seen Yunping fall ill, she was still very worried. She hoped that when the time was right, she could take Yunping to a big city for a check-up to get a clear understanding of the situation.
"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight? I'm hungry." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness.
An Wan walked into the kitchen, rubbing her tummy, her face contorted with exaggerated expressions.
"Wanwan is hungry! Mommy will cook a pot of white rice tonight, and we can have the pan-fried small fish from the day before yesterday with it, okay?"
Yunping secretly wiped away her tears, not wanting Anwan to see.
"Okay! Mom, I love eating small fish the most." An Wan thought that there was only one plate of pan-fried small fish left at home, and she had given the two chickens from yesterday to Lu Jingxing to take to school.
The small fish and shrimp from the day before yesterday were taken by Lu Sen to the ore field to eat.
So, there won't be any meat at home after today.
Well, in order to eat meat, she'll have to go outside for a walk tomorrow and find some small animals to eat.
"I like to eat too! Mom, hurry up and cook! I'm hungry too." Lu Zhili raised his hand and jumped up and down, because he and his fourth brother had been eating leftovers from breakfast for lunch.
It's already past five o'clock, and his stomach is growling loudly with hunger.
"Okay, Mom will cook right away. Wanwan, Zhili, please wait patiently a little longer." Yunping's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze.
His smile was kind and loving, like the sunrise in the morning.
An Wan and Lu Zhili stayed in the kitchen to help with washing vegetables and putting firewood, treating it as a game to see who performed best.
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