Rage
When Madam Ma-Liu rushed home with her eldest granddaughter, a faint fragrance of meat entered her senses.
Madam Ma-Liu was slightly stunned as she pushed open the courtyard door. Upon hearing the commotion, Ma Xiulan ran out. When she saw her grandmother and sister return, she jumped up happily and said, âGrandma, Cousin is here to visit us. We have meat to eat.â Ma Xiulan lowered her voice at the last sentence.
Although she was young, she knew to guard against those who would come over to freeload should they hear there was good food here.
Ma Xiulan ran over and grabbed her sisterâs hand. She tiptoed and whispered in her ear, âSister, Cousin brought us candy.â
Hearing the commotion, Mu Yangling came out and saw her Great-aunt. She greeted her with a beam. âGreat-aunt, youâre back?â
âAh Ling?â Madam Ma-Liu was only surprised for a moment before she quickly went forward to push her out of the kitchen. âChild, why are you cooking by yourself? I should be the one preparing food for you.â
âItâs alright, Great-aunt. The dishes are ready. I was just about to bring them out.â
When Madam Ma-Liu saw the basin full of pheasant meat on the stove, her eyes immediately turned red. âYour father is so considerate.â
Most afraid of seeing people cry, Mu Yangling quickly brought out the dishes and said merrily, âGreat-aunt, you must be hungry, right? Quickly wash your hands and eat. Cousin, quickly bring out the food.â
Ma Xiulan responded and pushed her sister. She said in a low voice, âSister, quickly wash your hands. Iâll go get the rice.â
Ma Xiuhong had been looking at Mu Yangling from the beginning and didnât say a word. Now that she was pushed by her sister, she only nodded slightly.
Madam Ma-Liu walked around the kitchen and realized that there was a clean pheasant soaked in a wooden bucket and two rabbits hanging in the kitchen. She couldnât help but say, âThis is too much. Itâs not like the three of us can finish them all. Youâre not allowed to bring more next time you come. Since your family lives on this, you should sell them and use the money to buy more grainsâŠâ
Surprised, Ma Xiuhong glanced at Mu Yangling.
Mu Yangling felt that this cousinâs reaction was very strange, so she smiled and said, âYou must be the older sister. My father said that Iâm two months older than you. You should call me Cousin.â
A stiff smile appeared on Ma Xiuhongâs face as she greeted her, âCousin.â She then lowered her head to wash her hands.
Mu Yangling responded.
As the four of them sat at the dining table, Madam Ma-Liu kept putting pheasant meat into Mu Yanglingâs bowl and said, âEat more. Youâre still growingâŠâ
Mu Yangling looked at her two cousins, who were much thinner than her, and quickly stopped her. âGreat-aunt, Iâll help myself.â As she spoke, she wrinkled her nose and said, âMy family lacks everything else, but we donât lack these wild animals, so itâs better for you to eat.â As she spoke, she picked up the two meatiest pieces from her bowl and stuffed them into her two cousinsâ bowls. âHurry up and eat. My mother often says that I have subpar culinary skills. Try it and see if itâs really as bad as she says.â
Madam Ma-Liu smiled and said, âYour culinary skills are not bad. Itâs just that your motherâs culinary skills are exceptional.â
Ma Xiulan wolfed down the meat and exclaimed, âCousin, itâs delicious!â
Ma Xiuhongâs speed of eating meat wasnât slow either. When she heard this, she only nodded. It was obvious that she didnât know how to say good things.
Mu Yangling ate two bowls of rice and a lot of potatoes and pickled vegetables, but she only ate a few pieces of meat.
When Madam Ma-Liu noticed this, she couldnât help but feel sorrow. She felt that this child was too understanding.
The basin of food was eaten clean by the four people. This was the first time in many years that Ma Xiuhong and her sister were this full from eating, when it was not the new year. They couldnât help but hug their stomachs and sit at the side.
Madam Ma-Liu stood up and cleared the table. She cut open the two rabbits in the kitchen and placed them under the roof to dry. Because she was afraid that someone would see them and steal them, she even took something out to block the view.
Madam Ma-Liu stood in the kitchen for a while. There was truly nothing they could offer in return, so the granddaughter slipped over and said, âGrandma, Cousin said that her mother loves your pickled vegetables.â
Madam Ma-Liuâs eyes lit up. As her nephewâs wife was a lady from a wealthy family, she definitely didnât know how to make such stuff. She could give her more as a gift.
However, pickled vegetables were so cheap that Madam Ma-Liu felt embarrassed giving it as a gift. Furthermore, Ah Ling was just a little girl and probably couldnât carry much.
Madam Ma-Liu secretly gritted her teeth and decided that after the autumn harvest ended, she would bring some silk made from the silkworms raised by her as a gift in return. That was what was left after paying the summer tax. She originally wanted to save them up and sell them for the two childrenâs dowry when they grew up.
âAh Ling, what else does your mother like to eat? Iâll get you more.â
Mu Yangling smiled and said, âAs long as itâs sour, my mother will like it.â Squatting at the side, she watched Madam Ma-Liu take pickled vegetables from the vat. She couldnât help but say enviously, âGreat-aunt, youâre really amazing. You know how to make pickled vegetables and sour beans. My mother has no clue how to make them.â
Madam Ma-Liuâs pickled vegetables and pickled beans were top-notch. Mu Yangling almost couldnât stop eating these at the dining table just now.
Although Shu Wanniangâs cooking skills were excellent and her dishes were exquisite, she couldnât master the essence of such common dishes.
Therefore, such foods werenât seen at the Mu family. Even if they did appear, they were the result of an exchange with the villagers.
Madam Ma-Liu picked out quite a bit from every type. Looking at Mu Yanglingâs small frame, she picked out some before placing them in the basket on her back. She said, âSince youâre still young, just carry these back for now. Next time, call your father over. Iâll pack two vats to let him bring back. I donât have much at home, but I do have plenty of these pickled vegetables and pickled beans.â
Madam Ma-Liu was not being polite. Farming households used oil very sparingly, only choosing to boil their vegetables before adding two drops of oil. Since preserved vegetables went great with rice, were cheap, and could be prepared without much difficulty, every household in the countryside made their own preserved vegetables. Due to the Ma familyâs poverty, they tended to stock a lot of these.
Of course, Mu Yangling couldnât ask for too much. If she took enough this time, what excuse would she use next time? Hence, she said, âThese are enough. Otherwise, we wonât be able to finish them while theyâre still fresh. I heard that sour foods wonât taste good if theyâre left in the wind for too long.â
âThatâs true, so when you go back, ask your mother to mix it up. Donât keep it. If itâs not enough, come back and get some more.â At this point, Madam Ma-Liu complained again. âHow could your father be at ease letting a young child like you travel such a long distance? Next time, let him come over himself. Itâs too dangerous for a young lady like you.â
Smiling, Mu Yangling said, âItâs not far at all, as I came over the mountain. Iâm fast, so it only took me 35 minutes. Itâll take more than four hours to walk on the main road.â
Madam Ma-Liuâs body stiffened. Then, she flew into a rage. âYour father actually asked you to climb over the mountain? This scoundrel. Youâre only nine years old. With there being so many ferocious beasts in the mountains, isnât he afraid that youâll be picked up by wolves?â As she spoke, she carried Mu Yangling and checked her from head to toe. After confirming that she was unharmed, she heaved a sigh of relief and stood up. âLetâs go. Great-aunt will send you home. Letâs take the main road. Not anyone can cross that mountain. Only those in their prime would dare to take that path. Even then, theyâd have to travel in a group of three to four at least. How could your father make a child like you take the mountain path? Heâs really too unreliable.â
Although the mountain behind was already the tail of Chef Mountain and there were much fewer ferocious beasts compared to other places, the howling of wolves could still be heard at night. The children in the village were not allowed to go into the mountain.
Madam Ma-Liu did not know how carefree Mu Shi was to dare to let his daughter go into the mountains alone.
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