As dinner was laid out, Yang Qingrui took out the leftover roasted fish and quail eggs from the vegetable basket.
"Mom, little brother, little sister, look, these are the fish and quail eggs my sister roasted this afternoon."
As soon as Yang Qingrui finished speaking, Yang Chuxia heard two gulps. She turned her head and saw that they came from her little brother and sister, who, despite their cravings, held themselves back from reaching out for the food.
"Dad, mom, letâs eat. Not going to the principal wifeâs house for dinner tonight is much more peaceful." After calling Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang, she handed the remaining quail eggs to Yang Qingtong and the youngest Yang Xiayun, "Little brother, little sister, eat up!"
"Thank you, sister!"
"Thank you, sister!" The two children happily took them, but seeing that there was only one quail egg left on the table, Yang Qingtong quickly gave his to Ms. Wang, "Mom, this is for you!"
"Good child, mom wonât eat, you eat it!"
Ms. Wang stuffed the quail egg back into Yang Qingtongâs hand. On the other side, little sister Yang Xiayun also said with her childish voice, smiling at Yang Dachuan, "Daddy, you eat!"
A tiny arm stretched in front of Yang Dachuan, with a delicate quail egg resting in her palm. Such a small girl being so thoughtful made Yang Dachuanâs eyes red with affection.
"Daddy isnât eating, Yunyun eat, good girl!"
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia couldnât help but sigh, it seemed that the children from the third branch of the family had good characters. Growing up in such a terrible environment and still having such a character was truly commendable.
"Alright, you two eat, mom and dad still have fish." Saying that, Yang Chuxia unwrapped the big leaf holding the fish, "Mom, there are three more here, though a bit cold now, eat with porridge."
"Xiaxia, your grandma..." Ms. Wang wanted to say that her grandmother hadnât eaten fish yet.
Unexpectedly, before Yang Chuxia could speak, Yang Dachuan said, "Just eat what your daughter gives you. I have already eaten in the field. Your mom has something to eat; it doesnât matter if she doesnât have this."
Having said that, Yang Dachuan lowered his head and started vigorously drinking porridge. Yang Chuxia looked at him in surprise, but her heart was full of joy. It seemed that after her and Yang Qingruiâs afternoon of constant prodding and Old Lady Huaâs scolding earlier, Yang Dachuanâs heart had begun to shift. This was good, definitely good news.
Thinking of the reason she had come to Yang Dachuan before, a trace of probing appeared on her face, "Dad, tomorrow is Seagod Festival, I want to go to town with big brother. But going to town and back may take a whole day, can you give me and big brother two coins for lunch to buy buns?"
Yang Dachuan finally raised his head, but after a while, he said, "Ask your mom for the money later, dad... dad doesnât have the money."
"Ah..." Yang Chuxia feigned incredulity and exclaimed, then continued, "Dad, you donât even have two coins? My step-grandmother is too biased, even if youâre not her own son, youâre still my grandpaâs own son, and she wonât even give you that little money. If it were my uncle, not to mention two coins, he would probably be able to get two taels of silver."
As Yang Chuxiaâs words fell, Yang Dachuanâs head lowered again.
Seeing this, Ms. Wang scolded her daughter, "You silly girl, what are you talking about? Your dad is filial, not like your uncle, who probably wouldnât even care when your grandma gets old."
Yang Chuxia pouted, "Oh mom, whatâs the use of being filial? Sheâs not our real grandma, and sheâs not good to us either, being filial to the wrong person, right? Besides, dad doesnât have two coins now, in a few years, my big brother and little brother will grow up and need to start families. Do you think my step-grandmother will give money for my big brother and little brotherâs dowry and houses?"