The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 27 Did they mistake her for a junk collector?
When Yu Tingwan woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

Yu Tingwan hated rainy days the most. They were damp and cold, stuck to her skin and impossible to brush off, and made her more susceptible to catching a cold.

Her eyes were half-closed, and her expression grew increasingly indifferent.

I wonder when this harsh winter will end.

"Mom, Mom."

Someone is shouting outside.

There was no raincoat to shelter from the rain in the old house. Yu Tingwan looked around, but had no choice but to run to open the door.

The distance wasn't long, but the rain was too heavy.

Upon seeing her, Hui Niang quickly handed the umbrella she was holding to Yu Tingwan's head.

"I brought you some food."

Seeing Yu Tingwan frown, she found it amusing.

“The crops and vegetables are cheap. If you don’t buy them, I’ll have to give you two coins back. But I’m thinking that the weather is strange, colder than in previous years. You can’t keep going up the mountain every day.”

"Oh, right, we made tofu at home, so we also made some tofu pudding. It was still piping hot from the pot, and I didn't know if you prefer sweet or savory, so I didn't bring it over."

Yu Tingwan, who eats boiled vegetables every day, swallowed hard.

Living next door to the Wei family, she knew Hui Niang's cooking skills better than anyone else.

Her tofu pudding must be delicious.

Hui Niang: "It's savory, with chopped scallions, drizzled with the sauce I made earlier, and also has chopped wood ear mushrooms and pickled vegetables in it."

"For the sweet ones, we sprinkled osmanthus honey on them. That honey was something that Dalang's father got from the mountain half a year ago."

Since Wei Zhao didn't eat much, she prepared different dishes for him.

Yu Tingwan was starting to feel like she couldn't keep going any longer.

But she couldn't just freeload off the Wei family; she really couldn't bear to spend the six copper coins she had left.

She suppressed her craving and said in a muffled voice, "No, thank you."

Perhaps guessing that she would refuse, Hui Niang was not surprised.

"There's one more thing I'd like to mention to you."

Hui Niang: "You've seen Ah Lang's condition; he can't stop taking medicine. In a few days, his father will have to go out to earn money, but Ah Lang can't be left alone. I heard from Doctor Qian that you can gather medicinal herbs."

"Mother, is this alright?"

“I will buy you any herbs that Ah Lang can use.”

Doctor Qian's medicine is expensive, and it will only be more expensive in the town and the county. Anyway, the money has to be spent. Hui Niang wanted to help her.

Yu Tingwan understood immediately, knowing that the Wei family had many places where they needed money, so she didn't refuse: "Then I'll give you a discount, Auntie."

This way, it can be considered a win-win situation.

When Hui Niang brought up the tofu pudding again, Yu Tingwan didn't refuse this time.

Tofu is made in the kitchen.

The roof was leaking, so they used basins to catch the water, and poured it outside when it was almost full.

Wei Shouzhong looked at the basin, and after only a moment, he turned around and found that the chair behind him was empty.

Wei Zhao went out into the rain.

Wei Shouzhong sensed something was wrong and chased after him. Seeing that his persuasion was useless, he had no choice but to hold up his umbrella for him.

Yu Tingwan came in with Hui Niang at this time.

The rain was pouring down. He hadn't done anything; he just stood in the courtyard, his features indifferent, his gaze cold and distant, yet his figure appeared exceptionally lonely.

Her long, ink-black hair was disheveled, dripping wet onto her hair and clothes. She looked disheveled yet exuded an undeniable air of nobility.

He seemed completely out of place in this remote countryside.

The evil wind sent large raindrops pelting him, slamming them heavily onto his face.

The sky was overcast, and lightning flashed.

Wei Zhao chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.

"It's amazing that there was no blood splattered on my face."

The rain is cold, but the blood is boiling hot.

Hui Niang's pupils shrank dramatically, and her voice trembled again: "Why do you always have to ruin your body!"

Wei Zhao looked over calmly and patiently repeated the statement once more.

"I……"

"It really isn't Wei Shen."

He has a cold and indifferent nature.

"You don't need to waste your energy on me."

"After all... no matter how much you give, you won't get anything in return."

Now he's nothing more than a shell, barely able to breathe. His body is covered in blood and riddled with wounds.

What could Wei Shouzhong do? Wei Zhao claimed he was his father, and he accepted it: "Fine, fine, you're not." Wei Zhao: ...

He had no intention of going back, nor did he find Wei Shouzhong, who was shielding him from the rain, in the way.

Wei Zhao seemed puzzled.

He asked, word by word.

"If one suffers a tremendous injustice, burdened with a blood feud yet unable to avenge their enemy, will the heavens shed blood?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were asking himself, and he never thought that anyone could give him an answer.

Suddenly someone spoke up from ahead.

"will not."

Yu Tingwan's tone was so indifferent that it showed no emotion whatsoever.

"In the twelfth year of the Great Jin Dynasty, there was a drought for years. Everything planted in the fields died. The disaster relief funds from the imperial court were delayed. The people could not afford to eat, became emaciated, and countless people starved to death."

Even if there are gods in heaven, they may not necessarily have a compassionate heart.

Yu Tingwan was eventually pulled to the kitchen to warm herself by the fire. As she drank tofu pudding, she felt like crying for a moment.

This is the kind of food that humans should eat!

Yu Tingwan ate very attentively, spooning the food into her mouth one spoonful at a time. Even though she was very hungry, she ate quickly, yet still appeared very refined.

Wei Zhao was forced to sit opposite her by the fire.

He had changed into dry clothes and looked listless.

Hui Niang: "This time we made a lot of tofu. My husband will make a trip to deliver some to Doctor Qian. He worked hard these past few days."

Wei Shouzhong agreed, put on a straw raincoat, and took a few pieces of tofu with him as he went out.

Hui Niang boils eggs for Wei Zhao every day, and she did the same today, stuffing them into his hand.

Wei Zhao turned around and wanted to throw it away.

Ke Hui's mother will definitely nag about it; just thinking about it is annoying.

He looked at Yu Tingwan across from him, who was treating tofu pudding as a delicacy.

She ate with great satisfaction, her eyes shining.

While Hui Niang was busy at the stove, an egg appeared in front of Yu Tingwan.

She was a little dazed and looked at Wei Zhao.

Seeing that she didn't react, Wei Zhao impatiently threw the eggs into the fire.

Yu Tingwan: !!!

This is a delicacy.

The Hu family saves all the eggs their chickens lay. Half are used to nourish Hu Yaozu's health, and the other half are taken to town to exchange for money.

She quickly used a twig to pry the eggs out.

Yu Tingwan thought to herself that he really wasn't very bright.

She put the eggs on the table and went to find Hui Niang.

Hui Niang: "Would you like another bowl?"

"No."

She was already exhausted.

"Remember to pick up the basket on the table later."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Wei Zhao, whose eyelids were drooping, and gave him another instruction.

"Ah Lang, eat the eggs quickly, or you'll have to take your medicine."

She then said to Yu Tingwan, "There's nothing inside, just some tofu and some pickled vegetables that I made myself."

Wei Zhao, expressionless, threw the eggs into the cloth-covered basket without a second thought.

After thinking for a moment, he threw in the candy that Wei Shouzhong had insisted on giving him.

Yu Tingwan always felt that the basket was particularly heavy.

After returning to the old house, she looked through it.

I saw tender white tofu, pickled vegetables in an earthenware jar, eggs with cracked shells, sugar in the corner, a few stones, tiles that had fallen from the roof, and...

The little girl's breath hitched.

Why is there a bowl of medicine in the basket?

It's obvious who did it.

Did Wei Shen think of her as a junk collector?
We passed the first round of voting! Thank you everyone for your votes.

QRead's book is available early, so we'll be making it a premium read tomorrow.

P.S.: Update delayed. Please wait until it's officially released and available for purchase. Goodnight.

(End of this chapter)