"Why doesn't your uncle want to get married? Does he like men?" Song Tantan wasn't a yaoi fan, but after seeing so many similar situations in later generations, even a non-yaoi fan couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
“No, he just doesn’t want to get married. He’s not very bright,” he said in a low voice after hesitating for a while. “It’s also partly my fault. My mother passed away early, so my uncle treats me like his own son and puts all his energy into me.”
From this perspective, Zhong Qingyi's mindset is similar to Song Zhuiyan's; both of them sacrifice themselves for their nephews/nieces.
"The gossipy ones are just Chen Jinhua and her group of women. They're the kind of people who bully the weak and fear the strong. If I hear anyone saying bad things about Aunt Song and my uncle again, I'll poison them so they can't speak anymore. That'll be the end of it. Let's see how they can still gossip when they can't speak." Ye Moxun said with a cold face.
"Why don't you just poison them to death? Sprinkling powder all the time is too gruesome," Song Tantan said with a look of disapproval.
In the kitchen, Song Zhuiyan stir-fried a plate of pig ears, which she had brought from home and were marinated. After washing the wok, she prepared to stir-fry sweet potato leaves.
The oil used for stir-frying was rendered from the fat of wild boar. Zhong Qingyi's family only had one earthenware pot, and like everyone else, he was very frugal with oil. But Song Zhuiyan scooped out several large spoonfuls as soon as she arrived. How could she stir-fry delicious dishes if she was reluctant to use oil? Besides, she was used to being extravagant and didn't notice the glint in Zhong Qingyi's eyes at all.
Such a large amount of oil was wasted in one meal, which must have been heartbreaking for people, but Zhong Qingyi hid it well and pretended not to care.
"Brother Zhong, the pig's ear is delicious. You should try it. It tastes really good." Song Zhuiyan picked up a piece of pig's ear to taste while stir-frying the vegetables. After tasting it, she noticed that Zhong Qingyi was looking at her, so she had no choice but to invite him to join her.
She's used to cooking, and when the stir-fried dishes smell delicious, she'll grab a piece to satisfy her craving, momentarily forgetting that she's at someone else's house.
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