"Okay, Uncle, everyone's eating here. I'll go cook."
"How can I possibly eat?" An Dafu thought of his niece, a single woman raising two children and having lost all her money; he had no appetite whatsoever.
"Uncle, Aunt, and my four younger brothers rarely come here, so we should still have a meal. Consider it a celebration that I've escaped this sea of suffering."
Seeing Yang Cui's carefree demeanor, An Dafu was both angry and heartbroken.
"I'm not eating anymore, it's too late. What time would it be if I ate?" An Dafu said. "Anyway, if you have any problems, remember to come to Anjia Village to find me. Your uncle and your brothers are not made of clay."
It was too late, but that was just an excuse. An Dafu felt that his family of six would be eating three days' worth of food for his niece in one meal, and he couldn't bear it.
"Yes, sister, remember to come find us if anything happens. I'm pretty good at fighting." The speaker was An Dafu's youngest son, An Xiaohu, who was ten years old and the most lively son in the An family.
An Dafu glared at his son: "You're good for nothing, but you're number one at fighting."
Yang Cui smiled and said, "Then I'll thank Xiao Hu in advance."
"Don't be shy, sister. These plums are from our own tree, they're very sweet. Come and pick some more after you've finished eating them."
An Xiaohu found a basket in the corner and emptied the plums out of it.
"Then you can take this fish back and eat it." Yang Cui put the fish into An Xiaohu's basket.
“You three keep it for yourselves, we don’t want it.” An Dafu reached out to take it out.
"Uncle and Aunt, you've come all this way, and it's already wrong of me, your niece, not to have eaten. You don't even want a fish? I'm so angry! You have to take it, otherwise I'll be too embarrassed to ask you for help in the future."
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