"You're welcome, we prepared these at home today as well. You should take them back and let your children eat them. Thank you."

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Tuoba Xian said faintly, turned around and went back into the room without any intention of greeting Qian Shi.

Money was left alone at the entrance of the courtyard, a little bored with herself.

She stood there for a while, looking around, but no one came to greet her.

gritting my teeth, I decided to just barge into the front yard house.

Just then, a white figure appeared at the entrance of the house.

It just stood there, shaking the white fur on its body, and then yawned.

“Wolf!”

When Qian was frightened, her hand trembled. The bamboo basket fell to the ground, and all its contents spilled out onto the floor.

Chasing Yun turned his head towards the Qian family, a trace of bloodthirsty malice flashing in his purple eyes.

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At a glance, Qian Shi was so frightened that she took several steps back. Her heel tripped on the threshold behind her, and she fell backwards.

When Tuo Ba Xian in the house heard the commotion and rushed out, Qian Shi was already sprawled on the ground, her legs trembling, while a wet patch slowly seeped from beneath her. Qian Shi slunk back to her own home.

Yang Hualin was cooking lunch in the kitchen. Beside the stove, a four-legged stool had overturned, revealing a square opening in the middle. One-year-and-five-month-old Fu'er was standing right in the center.

With one hand supporting a piece of wood in front, and the other gripping a corner, he shoved it into his mouth.

Yang Hualin wielded the spatula in one hand and the tongs in the other, cooking with gusto. He hummed a little tune as he worked.

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Hearing movement outside the kitchen, Yang Huilin said to Fu'er, "Your mother is back!"

Then, he poked his head out of the kitchen and happened to see Qian Shi rushing into the courtyard with an empty basket.

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With a flick of the basket, he dashed into the house.

Yang Hualin called out to her again, but she ignored him.

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"What's wrong with your mother? Fu'er, be a good child and stand still. Father will take a look and be right back!"

Yang Hualin briefed Fo'er and quickly followed to the opposite room.

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“Mother Fu, what are you doing?” Yang Hualin asked.

Qian was fuming, pulling out a pair of pants with patches just as worn as her own. As she pulled them on, she grumbled, "Humph, I listened to you, thoughtfully went over to deliver some fabric scraps to that Qing girl."

No one greeted me, not even offering me a cup of tea. That Madam Xian even released a white wolf to scare me!

qian shi embellished the previous events, adding her own spin to the story.

At the end, she squeezed out a few more tears, "The Yang family has five houses, and now only our second house is living the most difficult life."

"Those little bits, I picked them out from between my teeth, just to send over for them to try. It's a little something from me!"

"But what about them? What did they do? My little gesture, it's just like those two pairs of shoes I gave them last time, they didn't even bother to look at them! And we're still acting all eager and excited!" said Qian.

Yang Hualin's face was also very ugly.

"This wouldn't have happened if the third brother and sister-in-law were here," Yang Huilin said.

"That Madam Xian, they say she came from the north, and nobody knows her background. She just stays at Qing'er's place all day, acting high and mighty." He added.

Qian snorted, "At that age, she's still taking such good care of herself. Who knows, maybe she's having an affair with Yan Huai'an and Lu Tiejiang."

“Things might get complicated, considering you're also close to my third brother.”

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Yang Hualin directly interrupted Qian Shi's words.

"My third younger brother is not that kind of person. Even if you have a grudge against him, don't use this kind of language to attack him!" Yang Huilin said.

Qian shi was stunned for a moment, even more angry.

But seeing Yang Huilin's cold face, Qian shi did not dare to argue.

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"No more, no more. Anyway, today is a day where I've put my hot face on a cold butt."

"Their butts aren't even warm, and our faces are still cold. Not a word was said; from now on we won't go near them again!" Qian waved her hand dismissively.

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"Is dinner ready? I'm starving!" she asked again.

Upon mentioning this meal, Yang Hualin came to his senses.

“Oh dear, the braised pork is still in the pot! Oh no, it's probably burnt!”

Yang Hualin ran out with his legs.

“You have such a terrible memory!”

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Qian complained behind him and followed as well.

As soon as I reached the kitchen doorway, I smelled a burnt odor.

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As soon as the lid was lifted, a cloud of hot steam rose up.

Yang Hualin was so choked that he sneezed violently. He squinted his eyes.

The bottom of the pot was a lump of black stuff. I stirred it with a spatula a few times, and it looked just like charcoal.

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“Oh, dear! How could this happen? It's all over now. There's nothing left!” Yang Hualin looked extremely dejected.

At the side, Qian cried directly, raising two fists to beat Yang Hualin's shoulders: "You devil! You finally managed to cook half a catty of pork, and you burned it. You are really useless!"

Yang Huallin was filled with remorse, gritting his teeth and enduring Qian's rain-like beating.

Suddenly, he realized what it was and pushed Qian Shi away, rushing to the overturned chair.

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"Where's Fu'er? Where is she?" Yang Hualin asked.

Qian was also dumbfounded, yes, where did Fu'er go?

The couple didn't even bother to attend to the lump of charcoal in the pot. They frantically searched everywhere – inside the kitchen, the yard, even the outhouse.

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Searched and called, turning this small courtyard upside down, but still couldn't find Fu'er.

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But Fú'er was still nowhere to be seen.

Yang Huilin's face completely changed, and Qian Shi also cried anxiously.

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"What should I do? What should I do? Our Fuku-er, couldn't someone have stolen him? Oh my god, if that happens, I can't live anymore!"

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"Damn it! Who the hell stole my fortune? May your whole family die a miserable death, leaving money to buy coffin boards!"

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Qian sat on the ground, beating the floor as she cried and cursed.

The sound caused a stir, alarming the villagers who were working in the nearby fields.

Someone gathered around and asked what was going on.

Qian kept cursing under her breath with her eyes closed. Yang Hualin told everyone what had happened to Fu’er's disappearance.

“Please everyone help to look for it, show some kindness!”

Yang Huilin pleaded earnestly.

Although the villagers usually didn't get along with this couple, they were very helpful when their child went missing.

Everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed to help them find their child.

Here, Yang Hualin also ignored the former crying and scolding on the ground. He forced himself to calm down.

Then, he decisively ran towards the village entrance, entering to look for his father and several of his brothers and nephews.

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