Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang, who was tending the fire.
Sweat dampened her bangs, and the sweat glistened in the firelight on either side of her forehead, making her look unlike any other woman.
Lu Wujiu paused for a moment, then turned and left.
He walked to the cemetery outside the village and saw traces of burning paper money in front of familiar graves.
He pulled up the newly grown grass on the grave, whispered a few words, and the wind blew by, taking away his business and his peace.
As night fell, he turned and went back.
At this moment, Lu Futu had not yet returned from the county town.
She prepared braised duck feet and necks, along with a small amount of pork. She had her maid take one portion to Doctor Liu's place, and kept the rest for herself.
The autumn weather was still quite warm, and meat couldn't be kept for long. Su Jiaoniang stood at the village entrance and saw Lu Futu returning from afar. She was so angry that her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She picked up little Futu and gave him a good beating on the bottom.
After venting his anger, he asked, "Why are you only getting back now?"
"I've made a new friend, Mother. I was wrong. I won't come home so late again and won't worry you." Fu Tu readily admitted his mistake, his attitude incredibly kind.
Like an ordinary old mother, Su Jiaoniang inquired in detail about Futu's daily routine.
Lu Futu concealed his encounter with Rong Zhen and his own efforts in establishing his small business, and instead recounted some of Chang Dali's foolish and amusing mishaps.
Su Jiaoniang was surprised and found the world quite interesting. Every extremely intelligent person would have a silly, fat, or strong person by their side.
Return home.
Lu Futu stared at the braised pork on the table, his mouth watering. Even though he had tasted so many delicacies in his dream, he was now acting like he had never seen anything like it. The pork head looked delicious and smelled amazing.
If something like that were made and sold, business would definitely be good.
Lu Futu's gaze fell on the little girl.
The young girl, who was originally focused on doing business, was now eating like a little piglet, taking a bite of meat and making sounds of naivety: "So fragrant, so delicious, so delicious!"
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