Grandpa Sun is a good old man, yes, a warm-hearted old man, Yu Xiaolian could see that.
Thinking about the impending disaster, Yu Xiaolian intended to give a warning.
So she interjected while Grandpa Sun and her grandmother were chatting, "I heard the old monk at Yangcheng Temple say there will be a severe drought in the Northern Land this year, really serious."
Grandpa Sun glanced at Yu Xiaolian, saying kindly, "Such heavy snow last winter, how could there be a drought? A big snow promises a plentiful year, don’t you know?"
Yu Xiaolian put on a look of innocence, "That old monk can foresee the future. Many wealthy families in Yangcheng have gone to him for fortune-telling. Can Grandpa possibly be more impressive than the old monk?"
Grandpa Sun was amused by Yu Xiaolian and laughed heartily, loudly claiming he was much more formidable than the old monk.
Yu Xiaolian tried to warn several times, but Grandpa Sun believed he had been a farmer all his life and could tell whether it would be a good year or not. He kept insisting it would be a great year.
Having no choice, Yu Xiaolian stopped mentioning this topic.
One’s fate is determined by the heavens.
Some people, some matters, can only be hinted at lightly.
In the evening, the Sun family specially prepared a lot of food, very sumptuous, asking Yu Xiaolian to invite Grandpa Sun’s entire family over for dinner.
The Sun family made six dishes, all served in basins and every dish had meat; when inviting others for a meal, there had to be something greasy.
The Sun family also asked Yu Xiaolian to take out a few bottles of old Baigan liquor from the supermarket, pouring them into Sun Fengshou’s wine gourd, planning to let these men drink freely tonight.
"Go get stools from your Grandpa’s house."
"And bring bowls and chopsticks."
The Sun family instructed Yu Xiaolian and Xiaohu while dishing out the food.
With the help of a few grandsons from Grandpa Sun’s family, they quickly moved over the stools and then went to get bowls and chopsticks.
A bunch of little kids were as lively as moving ants, full of cheer.
Once the adults had taken their seats indoors, the kids’ table in the yard was also completely filled.
Yu Xiaolian also prepared roasted peanuts, seeds, and nougat on plates and poured the sour plum juice she had prepped in a ladle into each child’s bowl.
The grandsons at Grandpa Sun’s house had long been eyeing the meat dishes hungrily, but since Yu Xiaolian hadn’t sat down, they didn’t dare to start eating.
Yu Xiaolian finished pouring sour plum juice for them and then noticed they were all sitting upright, eyes fixed on the things on the table, but hands were on their laps, not picking up chopsticks.
"Eat! Why aren’t you eating?"
Yu Xiaolian picked some braised pork into everyone’s bowl and then took a piece herself and began eating.
The meat was cooked by her mother, and it used braised pork sauce from the supermarket—it was really delicious.
"Wow, this meat is so tasty!"
"Yes, yes, much better than Grandpa’s treasured salted fish!"
"This spare rib is also so good!"
"It’s surprising how Aunt Chunfang cooks so well, Xiaolian, you must be so happy to have Aunt Chunfang as your mom!"
Yu Xiaolian grinned, she thought so too!
Xiaohu took a sip of sour plum juice, "This is so good to drink, Sister Xiaolian, do you get to drink stuff this tasty every day in Yangcheng?"
In truth, Yu Xiaolian didn’t drink it much; she liked chilled beer best, but considering she was still young, she didn’t dare secretly drink it.
"Wow, Sister Xiaolian gets to drink stuff this tasty every day?"
"Sister Xiaolian, aren’t you so lucky? Does your family need more kids?"
Grandpa Sun’s youngest grandson said with a childish voice, "I really want Aunt Chunfang to be my mom, then I could eat these yummy things every day."
"I also really want Aunt Chunfang to be my mom; if I could eat such tasty spare ribs every day, I’d be overjoyed!"
"How about after dinner we go find our bride?"
"I’m going too, I want to switch moms."
Wonder how her mom would feel knowing she got several more sons after just one meal?
Grandpa Sun’s eldest grandson glanced at the youngest sibling; it seemed they were really itchy?
The older ones exchanged complex looks with the younger siblings who were eating with oil all over their mouths.
The brothers: Eat more now, remember these happy times.
Kids eat quickly, several younger ones were soon full, then they looked at each other and rushed to the adults’ table.
Sun Erji’s wife and Sun Sanji’s wife, seeing their kids running over, feared they’d disturb people and anger Grandpa, were about to reach out and pick up their little ones, but the kids dodged past.
They then saw their kids passing by to timidly call out to Sun Chunfang as "mom." Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net
"...Mom is right here!" Sanji’s wife couldn’t help but say.
The little ones said in unison, "We want Aunt Chunfang to be mom!"
Could it be these children have been infected by the wine and gotten drunk?
Erji’s wife and Sanji’s wife exchanged looks; what to do? Spank or not?
Beating kids in someone else’s house doesn’t seem right.
Should they wait until getting home to spank?
While exchanging looks, the little ones had already called Sun Chunfang mom several times, getting more fluent each time.
The slightly older seven-year-old son in Sun Erji’s family was already asking his own mom to transfer him to Sun Chunfang as a son.
Seeing his dad’s face darken, Sun Erji slammed down his wine bowl heavily, got up, and dragged his little one out.
Witnessing that, Sanji’s wife also pulled away her pair of children.
Soon, sounds of chaos arose from the neighboring yard.
Rises and falls, particularly woeful.
Xiaohu exclaimed, "Just now, Mancang told me their bottoms were itching; turns out it meant getting beaten."
"Your mom cooked so many meals, but none match Aunt Chunfang’s single meal?"
"Just one meal conquered you? Look at you, so useless!"
"Dad, stop hitting, I won’t transfer..."
Sun Manzhi loudly pleaded for mercy, even though he felt that no matter how many meals his mom made, they couldn’t compare to Aunt Chunfang’s single meal, but he didn’t dare say so; his bottom would burst open, better to save it for now.
A dog doesn’t mind its poor household, a son doesn’t mind his ugly mother.
Sun Erji felt his son was like that little greedy dog that anyone could tempt with a piece of meat bone.
To want to change parents just for a meal, if this kid isn’t scolded, it won’t work.
Sun Erji reckoned he had to discipline his little son, or otherwise, he’d easily disregard his family for a bit of food.
He wasn’t like his elder brother with three sons; he only had this one son and couldn’t let someone snatch him away over a meal.
Sanji’s wife symbolically smacked her own little ones, Manyuan and Manyi, just a few times on their bottoms, not as forcefully as their second uncle.
Despite the light spanking, the crying was loud; Sun Manyuan and Sun Manyi wailed much louder than Sun Manzhi.
Effectively overshadowing Sun Manzhi’s cries.
Sanji’s wife was quite speechless; she barely touched their bottoms twice, but others might think they got a severe beating.
The two little ones didn’t even know why they got hit, just felt bewildered and naturally aggrieved to cry.
Was changing moms wrong?