The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 198: Who Told Him to Be So Shameless

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Who Told Him to Be So Shameless

The rain outside falls for a while, then stops for a while.

It cascades like fine velvet, softly falling into the well, stirring layers of ripples.

The air carries a chill.

In the kitchen, Hui Niang serves the noodles and adds an egg.

Wei Shouzhong uses long tongs in the stove, picking out burning coals to place in a covered clay pot.

To use later for heating the foot stove.

He glances at his wife: "I see the smile at the corner of your mouth hasn’t faded. Are you that happy that Lang and Wan Niang are back?"

"Aren’t you happy?"

Hui Niang: "Did you notice? Lang looks much better this time. When he got off the carriage just now, he barely needed anyone’s help."

"These days when they’re not home, I feel like there’s an emptiness inside, can’t find the energy to do anything, just worried something might go wrong with him."

Now, everything should finally be settled.

The couple, with great tact, doesn’t mention a word about where the young couple has been these days or who treated Lang.

Anyway, Lang is getting better.

Wei Shouzhong stands up and places two bowls of noodles into a food box.

"I’ll take it over."

He looks outside: "Save them the trouble of coming over, with the rain it’s a hassle."

Hui Niang agrees: "Alright, I’ll boil some ginger tea."

These past few days, Hu Dalang has been lurking at the alley entrance. She doesn’t want to stir up trouble, and since it’s raining, she didn’t go to the market this morning.

There’s not much food left at home.

"I have to check the butcher shop, see if they still have any meat to sell now."

As Hui Niang speaks of this, she can’t sit still.

"Take care of the pot while I’m gone, let them drink it when it’s ready."

She skillfully boils the ginger tea, covers the pot, wipes her hands, and heads out.

Who knew, as soon as she steps out, she sees Lady Zhao from next door coming out as well.

Lady Zhao asks, "Are you heading out, elder sister?"

Hui Niang: "Wan Niang and them are back, I was going to get some meat."

"Finally back."

Lady Zhao: "My daughter Nannan has been talking about Wan Niang these past few days."

"And Old Zhao has been worried about your Lang, always asking about him whenever he returns from the academy. This father and daughter’s thoughts are all on next door."

Finishing her sentence, she says,

"With the rain, the meat stall must have closed already. Even if it’s still open, it’s just picking through leftovers, not good."

Lady Zhao: "We have some at home, let me share some with you, elder sister."

Hui Niang finds sense in her words.

"Well...how could I trouble you."

"What’s the trouble in that?"

Lady Zhao: "To be honest, I’m the one coming to ask for your help, elder sister."

She quickly approaches, not wasting words: "We have an important guest at home tomorrow, and I hoped you’d help me stew a pot of meat."

"It’s Old Zhao’s mentor. Back when the Zhao family was poor, it was him who generously funded Old Zhao through the scholar exams."

Whenever Teacher Zhao went hungry, the mentor’s wife would make sure he had a meal.

As she speaks of it, Lady Zhao sighs: "The mentor dedicated his life to teaching, nurturing scholars for the exams, and guiding young children at the start of their education."

"When he could no longer handle it due to age, he quietly resigned and moved away from Ze County."

Initially, he left no address.

Mr. Zhao asked around everywhere.

After finally hearing news, he rushed to see them.

On arriving, he learned the mentor’s wife had passed away three years prior.

The two had no children.

"Old Zhao came back to discuss with me, wanting to bring the mentor over to care for him. With an empty house, I couldn’t say no."

"It was the mentor’s wife who arranged my marriage to Old Zhao."

At this point, tears welled in her eyes.

No point in dwelling on sad topics.

"The mentor loves this dish."

Lady Zhao: "But I don’t know how to make it."

"Today, I saw some good pork and beef at the market, so I bought a lot. Can’t finish it all. Thought I’d stew half and see what dishes to make with the other half tomorrow."

Hui Niang is skilled at stewing meat.

She agrees without hesitation.

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After eating the noodles, Yu Tingwan drinks the ginger tea and soaks her feet.

She feels warm all over.

She narrows her eyes in comfort.

Suddenly, she remembers something.

"Where’s Fu Meng?"

Clearly, they came down the mountain together.

Wei Zhao, not eating much and feeling sleepy, replies briefly: "Went to do some work."

Off to bother He Xuran.

It wasn’t Wei Zhao’s idea; Fu Meng volunteered.

Because last time after running into He Xuran, instead of punishing it, Wei Zhao praised it for doing well.

How could Fu Meng not be eager?

Wei Zhao didn’t stop it.

He deserves it for being mean.

Yu Tingwan: "It’s quite capable."

"Just don’t praise it to its face."

"Why not?"

Wei Zhao says wistfully: "It’ll get cocky."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She can imagine the scene.

Yu Tingwan plans to take a nap too.

After taking off her coat and lying down, Wei Zhao embraces her.

He is becoming more adept at such things. Yu Tingwan doesn’t feel it’s inappropriate either.

In the past, when Wei Zhao’s health was poor and he felt cold, she was always thinking of warming him up.

Now he’s not exactly warm, but he’s not cold anymore.

As an old couple, how could she be shy? She finds a comfortable position instead.

Yu Tingwan closes her eyes, and softly says: "The fields at home are lying fallow, father suggests renting them out. What do you think?"

Wei Zhao tucks the blanket tightly around them both.

"Mr. Wei has been a farmer his whole life; he can’t stay idle. With planting season approaching, it’s only natural for him to think about the fields at home."

Now that he’s in Ze County, Wei Shouzhong feels relaxed, but truly has nothing to do.

He used to be busy all day long. Now he sweeps the alleyway eight times a day, just out of restlessness.

He finds it hard to sit still.

Knowing he can’t go back to farming, Wei Shouzhong is a bit anxious.

He has always relied on farming; he can’t let the fields lie waste.

Wei Zhao: "I’ll find someone to handle the renting process."

Renting the land won’t bring much income, not even enough for a dose of medicine for Wei Zhao. But since Wei Shouzhong brought it up, if it eases his mind, it’s worth it.

Yu Tingwan mumbles in agreement.

Wei Zhao: "Later, let’s find a manor nearby to buy. Just let him plant whatever he likes."

He’s always been attentive.

Yu Tingwan isn’t surprised.

In the room, silence soon returns.

Breaths start syncing.

Not sure how much time passes, but as the sky darkens and the rain outside stops, a faint aroma of meat wafts in as Yu Tingwan, half-dreaming, catches the scent.

It’s not strong, but familiarly enticing.

Yu Tingwan sniffs, quickly rises from the bed.

"I’ll go see."

Wei Zhao: ...

Yu Tingwan heads out, drawn by the aroma, stepping outside, seeing the next-door neighbor’s door ajar.

Before she steps in, someone grabs her.

"Yu Tingwan!"

The girl turns around, it’s Liu Yan.

Just up from a nap, with no dirt on her face, Yu Tingwan looks fair and delicate.

Liu Yan hesitates, retracts her hand: "Sorry, mistake."

"Are you a relative of the Zhao family? I haven’t seen you before."

Yu Tingwan’s mind is already on the stewed meat: "Oh."

A nonsensical reply.

She politely says: "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head in."