The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 198 Who Made Him So Morally Despicable?

The rain outside comes and goes.

The fine, dense flakes, like thin down, gently fell into the well, creating ripples.

The air was cool.

In the kitchen, Hui Niang served the noodles and added an egg.

Wei Shouzhong used long-nose pliers to pick out the still-burning charcoal from the stove and put it into a covered earthenware jar next to him.

I can use it as a fire pit later.

He glanced at his wife: "Your smile hasn't faded. Are you that happy that your stepmother is back?"

"Aren't you happy?"

Hui Niang: "Did you see? Ah Lang's complexion is noticeably better this time. He didn't need much help getting off the carriage."

“These days, they’ve been away from home, and I feel like there’s a void in my heart. I can’t muster the energy to do anything, because I’m afraid something might happen to them.”

Now, I can finally feel completely at ease.

The two were very discreet and didn't mention a word about where the young couple had been or who they had seen for medical treatment.

The two men are getting better.

Wei Shouzhong got up and put the two bowls of noodles into the food box.

"I'll take it over."

He glanced outside: "To avoid having them come over; it's troublesome on a rainy day."

Hui Niang agreed: "Okay, I'll make some more ginger soup."

Hu Dalang has been squatting at the entrance of the alley for the past few days. She doesn't want to cause trouble, and it's been raining, so she didn't go out this morning.

There aren't many vegetables at home.

"I need to go to the butcher shop and see if they still have meat for sale."

Hui Niang couldn't sit still any longer after saying this.

"The head of the household should watch over the pot; once it's ready, let them drink it."

She quickly boiled ginger soup, put the lid on, wiped her hands, and went out.
No sooner had he stepped out of the door than he saw Zhao Niangzi from next door come out at the same time.

Zhao Niangzi asked, "Is my elder sister going out?"

Hui Niang: "Wan Niang and the others are back. I'm going to get some meat."

"I'm back."

Zhao Niangzi: "My daughter has been talking about her stepmother these past few days."

"Old Zhao is always thinking about your son. He always asks about him when he comes back from the academy. The father and daughter's minds are all on the neighbors."

After she finished speaking, she said...

"It's raining, so the meat stalls have been closed for a long time. Even if they were still open, they'd only have leftovers that other people had picked through, which isn't good."

Zhao Niangzi: "I have some at home, please share some with my elder sister."

When Hui Niang heard what she said, she also felt that it made sense.

"Well... how could I possibly accept that?"

"What's this?"

Zhao Niangzi: "To be honest, I came here to ask you for a favor, elder sister."

She walked quickly closer and said without saying a word, "We have important guests coming to our house tomorrow, and I'd like to ask you, my dear sister, to help us cook a pot of meat."

"He was Old Zhao's mentor. Back then, Old Zhao's family was poor, and he passed the imperial examinations all the way to becoming a Juren, all thanks to his kind-hearted mentor who paid for it out of his own pocket."

Seeing that Master Zhao was sometimes hungry and sometimes full, his wife would always prepare a meal for him whenever she brought him food.

When Zhao Niangzi talked about this, she sighed: "My mentor devoted his whole life to teaching and nurturing people. He taught students preparing for the imperial examinations and also guided young children who were just beginning their education."

"After getting older and unable to keep up, he resigned and moved away from Zexian County without saying a word."

I didn't leave any address back then.

Master Zhao inquired everywhere.

Having finally received the news, he immediately went to meet the person.

But when I arrived, I learned that my master's wife had passed away three years ago.

Neither of them had any children.

"When Lao Zhao came back and discussed it with me, he wanted to bring his mentor over to take care of him. There was an empty room at home, so how could I not agree?"

"When I married Lao Zhao, it was my teacher's wife who arranged it."

At this point, her eyes welled up with tears.

It's best not to bring up painful memories again.

"My mentor has a particular fondness for this kind of food."

Zhao Niangzi: "But I don't know how to cook."

"I saw some nice pork and beef when I went out today, so I bought a lot. But I can't finish it all. I'm thinking of using half to make braised dishes and keeping the other half to see what to cook tomorrow."

If she can't do anything else, then Hui Niang is an expert at braised pork.

She readily agreed.

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After eating noodles, Yu Tingwan drank ginger soup and soaked her feet. She felt warm all over.

She squinted comfortably.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Where is Fu Meng?"

They came down the mountain together.

Wei Zhao hadn't eaten much and was feeling sleepy, so he said succinctly, "Time to get back to work."

I went to make things difficult for He Xuran.

It wasn't Wei Zhao who gave the order; Fu Meng volunteered.

Because Wei Zhao didn't punish it after it bumped into He Xu last time, and even praised it for doing a good job.

How could Fu Meng not be proactive?
Wei Zhao did not stop him.

It's his own fault for being so immoral.

Yu Tingwan: "It's quite capable."

"Don't praise it to its face."

"how?"

Wei Zhao said quietly, "I'll float away."

Yu Tingwan: ...

I can picture it now.

Yu Tingwan also planned to take a nap.

She took off her outer garment and had just lain down when Wei Zhao pulled her into his arms.

Men are becoming more and more adept at this kind of thing. Yu Tingwan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

In the past, when Wei Zhao was seriously ill and his body was always cold, she would always try to warm him up.

It's not exactly warm right now, but it's not freezing either.

They've been married for so long, why would she be shy? She even found a comfortable position.

Yu Tingwan closed her eyes and said softly, "The fields at home are just sitting empty anyway. Father said he wants to rent them out. What do you think?"

Wei Zhao covered the two of them tightly with a blanket.

“Wei’s father had been a farmer for half his life and couldn’t stay idle. As the time for planting approached, he couldn’t help but think about the few acres of land at home.”

He arrived in Ze County. Wei Shouzhong felt relieved, but he really had nothing to do.

He used to be so busy the moment he opened his eyes. But now, he can sweep the alleyway eight times a day and is so idle he's practically running around in circles.

I'm starting to feel restless.

The thought of not being able to go back to farming made Wei Shouzhong a little anxious.

He makes a living by farming, so we can't let the land go to waste.

Wei Zhao: "I will find someone to handle the land rental matter."

The rent for an acre of land wouldn't be much, not even as much as the cost of a single dose of medicine for Wei Zhao. But Wei Shouzhong brought it up, and if it made him feel better, it was worth it.

Yu Tingwan gave a vague reply.

Wei Zhao: "Go back and find a farm near home and buy it. It doesn't need to be too big, he can grow whatever he wants."

He has always been meticulous.

Yu Tingwan was not surprised.

Inside the room, the sound of talking quickly fell silent.

Their breathing also tended to be synchronized.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but the sky darkened and the rain outside stopped. In her drowsy state, Yu Tingwan smelled a faint aroma of meat.

Not strong, but with a familiar domineering presence.

Yu Tingwan sniffed and suddenly got out of bed.

"I gonna go see."

Wei Zhao:......

Yu Tingwan went out the door, following the scent, and saw that the door next door was open.

Before I even went inside, someone grabbed me.

"Yu Tingwan!"

The girl turned her head, and the person who came was Liu Yan.

Having just gotten out of bed, Yu Tingwan hadn't wiped the ash off her face; it was now fair and tender.

Liu Yan paused, then withdrew her hand: "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

"Are you a relative of the Zhao family? I've never seen you before."

Yu Tingwan's mind was already on the braised meat: "Oh."

That's completely irrelevant.

She said politely, "If there's nothing else, I'll go in then."