The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 487 Ayu is a silly little sister

Wang Wulang and Hu Sanpang got into a fight, and accidentally injured Xiao Ayu, knocking out her baby tooth that was about to fall out.

The two were dragged home by their elders and each received a severe beating.

Widow Zhou was particularly observant. The next day, she asked Hu Sanpang, "Weren't you best friends with Wang Wulang before? Why did you fight with him?"

Hu Sanpang winced in pain, not daring to think any further, and said, "I didn't say anything, I just said that Xiao Ayu should marry me in the future."

Widow Zhou had just brought a bowl of meat soup and was about to feed it to Hu Sanpang.

Upon hearing this, he immediately finished the broth himself.

Turn around and walk out.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, my soup! I haven't eaten since yesterday, I'm so hungry!"

"You look quite full."

I'm so full.

Coincidentally, Wang Wulang was also asked about the reason for the fight, and he told the truth.

Liu went back to the kitchen, cooked the cured meat that Aunt Hu had brought over, and cut it into thin strips, intending to feed it to Wang Wulang herself.

Wang Wulang was so flattered that before he could even open his mouth, Xiao Zhangshi, who rushed in, took it away.

“Sister-in-law, don’t spoil him. He was just lucky today to fight with people from his own village. No matter what, he hurt Ayu. If you reward him today, who knows what kind of trouble he’ll cause in the future.”

Liu thought it made sense, and under Wang Wulang's expectant gaze, she took the meat strips away.

Wang Wulang lay on the bed wailing, "Mother, how could you be so heartless? Even if I haven't done anything great, I've at least worked hard, right? That Hu Sanpang dared to covet my sister, so can't I even beat him up?"

Xiao Zhang sneered: "Why can't I beat him? As long as you can hide from other people's eyes and don't cause trouble for your family, you can beat him to death and no one will say a word."

Wang Wulang blinked: "Mother, you won't blame me even if I kill someone?"

"Why blame you? This time next year, I'll light an incense stick on your grave, and that will be enough to settle the fate between us, mother and son."

Wang Wulang: "..."

That wasn't all. When Wang Wulang's other brothers learned of his miserable state, they all mocked him. Wang Dalang naturally criticized him, saying he shouldn't have been so reckless.

Wang Erlang was much more direct: "What's the point of just showing off your brute strength? That's like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own. If you really want to vent your anger, there are plenty of ways. Getting yourself killed is the stupidest thing you can do."

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, you're not here to laugh at me too, are you?" Wang Wulang lay on the bed, dejected. "I've already had it bad enough."

Wang Sanlang said, "No, I just wanted to remind you that my family is going to the temple fair tomorrow. I was worried you might not have any food, so I saved two steamed buns for you."

This temple fair is a grand annual event, so it's naturally exceptionally lively.

"I have two steamed buns here. I'm out of the good fillings, so I'll just use these mixed nuts and one bitter melon filling. You'll have to make do with these to fill your stomach."

Wang Wulang: "..."

They are all brothers, absolutely genuine.

He was wrong, he really knows he was wrong, and he will never be so reckless and impulsive again.

In the dead of night, a little guy sneaked into Wang Wulang's room.

A warm little hand touched his forehead; in the cold winter, this warmth was so obvious.

Then, fingers pried open his mouth and stuffed something inside; almost instantly, a sweet taste filled the air.

"Ayu?"

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ayu's whistling voice rang out in the darkness.

“Fourth Brother! Fifth Brother, I didn’t do it on purpose, I’m not blaming you.” Little Ayu emphasized, “I was just scared and cried, it didn’t hurt at all.”

"Hmm," Wang Wulang responded listlessly.

He buried his head in the blanket, his mouth tasted sweet, but his heart felt sour.

A tear slid down her cheek and silently soaked into the blankets.

He's had his face slapped before, and his baby teeth pulled before, so how could it not hurt?
Silly little sister.

(End of this chapter)