After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 90 - Admiring the Elder Sister-in-Law

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Admiring the Elder Sister-in-Law

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Admiring the Elder Sister-in-Law

Finally, Dazhuang fell into a deep sleep, and Fang Qin carefully handed him over to Bai Linger.

This time, when Bai Linger lifted her shirt again, Dazhuang seemed to understand something and began to suckle earnestly.

Seeing this, Fang Qin’s anxious heart eased somewhat, and she suggested, “Why not move in with me for the next few days? The little one is sure to want milk at night.”

Faced with Fang Qin’s request, Bai Linger hesitated slightly. Fang Qin immediately took out the broken silver given by the Zhou Family from her sleeve and firmly pressed it into her hand, “You’ve really been put to the test, just for these few days.”

Bai Linger, feeling the sincerity from Fang Qin and the weight of the silver coin, felt embarrassed to refuse any longer.

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After Dazhuang had his fill, she handed the child back to Fang Qin, briefly bade her family farewell, and then returned home with Fang Qin.

Dusk had quietly descended as Jiang Xiehe hurried into the yard, immediately unloading the heavy basket from his back, and turned to tend to Su Yu’s horse, meticulously cleaning any remnants of horse dung on the ground.

The remuneration offered by Su Yu was quite substantial, so naturally he wanted to ensure that every task was done to perfection, meeting the expectations set before him.

Grateful again and again, Su Yu warmly invited, “Second Uncle, I just steamed a pot of steamed buns, come in and try a couple before you leave.”

Jiang Xiehe, however, repeatedly waved his hands and declined, “No need, no need, I will take my leave now, don’t want to disturb.”

His figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trace of warm human kindness that slowly flowed through the air.

Steamed buns, in this simple village, were a rare delicacy; every bit of flour contained the villagers’ hard sweat and their little hopes for life.

Su Yu may have been merely showing polite courtesy, and if he had really accepted without any restraint, it might have seemed somewhat ignorant, inconsiderate of others.

Utilizing the moment Jiang Xiehe was busy organizing the horse gear, Su Yu slipped back into her little hut, and from the still steaming steamer, she carefully picked out four of the plumpest, pristine-as-early-snow buns.

Her thoughtfulness was delicate, each movement revealing her reverence for food and her grasp of social etiquette.

“Second Uncle, these are freshly baked this morning, soft, sticky, and sweet. Take them back and let Second Aunt try them out for a change.”

Su Yu’s words were warm and sincere, well aware of Second Uncle Jiang’s kind nature; otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to tend to the horses without considering the reward.

In the woven tapestry of rural village life, such kindness was especially precious.

Jiang Xiehe looked at the few buns in his hands, which were like a warm sun in the winter, making him involuntarily swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In a place where most families could only satisfy their hunger with coarse rice and rough flour, white flour buns were undoubtedly a luxury, usually only appearing on the table during festivals or special days.

Noticing the subtle expression on Jiang Xiehe’s face, Su Yu then said with a light laugh, “Don’t be shy, I really did steam a big pot today, it’s no trouble at all to share a few. They’re just buns, not worth much money.”

Her forthright generosity made Jiang Xiehe feel much less embarrassed, and he finally accepted the buns, leaving with a grateful heart, leading the horse cart away slowly.

At that moment, Bai Linger and Fang Qin happened to return home and witnessed this heartwarming scene.

With a light tone, Bai Linger teased, “Oh, is that your new second sister-in-law? Not only is she pretty, but she’s also so generous. She even gives away white steamed buns—seems like she has a nice personality.”

In contrast, waves of discontent churned inside Fang Qin’s heart, her opinion of Su Yu laced with sourness, “Generous? Hmph, she’s cunning.”

Although Fang Qin’s muttering was faint, Bai Linger still sharply caught the dissatisfaction in her tone, inwardly reflecting that the conflict between them was not something that had developed overnight.

Facing Fang Qin, Su Yu’s gaze merely swept past her without a moment’s pause before she headed straight back to her own little house, leaving behind a calm and resolute silhouette.

Once back home, Bai Linger was astonished by the state of Fang Qin’s front door, “My goodness, how did your door end up like this?” Fang Qin became furious at the mention, “Who else but that malicious woman is to blame!” Bai Linger’s face filled with bafflement, unable to believe that the seemingly gentle Su Yu could do such a thing.

Responding to Bai Linger’s inquiries, Fang Qin’s tone was tinged with impatience, “Would I lie to you?” Faced with the question of why she would be retaliated against for no reason, Fang Qin’s eyes darted around, ultimately unable to speak the true reason—it was because she had secretly taken some of Su Yu’s meat.

Eager to change the subject, Fang Qin diverted the conversation, “Ah, let’s not talk about her for now. You help me watch the kids; I’m going to see how Sister-in-law He’s dinner is coming along.”

Bai Linger happily took over the child, and the moment she stepped into the courtyard, she was greeted by an enticing aroma of stewed meat that raised one’s anticipation.

Elsewhere, Su Yu returned to her room and found her daughter Xixi awake, her cheeks flushed with a healthy glow following the subsidence of her high fever, and her spirit revived.

Mother and daughter busied themselves in the kitchen together, their small figures shuttling between the steamed buns and flour, creating a scene of warmth and harmony.

At dinnertime, the table held not only soft steamed buns but also a few side dishes casually put together by Su Yu, along with a pot of fragrant, nourishing stewed pork trotters—a simple yet abundant meal that encapsulated the taste and warmth of home.

Sister-in-law He’s lonely basket remained in place, with only a few forlorn vegetable leaves inside, looking rather desolate.

Gazing at the empty basket, a ripple of emotion stirred in Su Yu’s heart. She planned to bring a few freshly steamed buns to Sister-in-law He in the evening, a gesture that would warm both their hearts and serve as a small token of gratitude for their mutual support in the past.

Xixi, the frail little figure, hadn’t eaten all day, her stomach grumbling, yet the sensible child endured the hunger, insisting on waiting for Su Yu and Jiang Ziling to be seated before she would pick up her chopsticks.

Her clear eyes sparkled with longing for the food, yet also contained a maturity and consideration beyond her years.

After the slightly awkward episode that morning, Jiang Ziling became determined not to let Su Yu accompany him to the toilet. He found a sturdy wooden stick and relied on it to move his body slowly and steadfastly, each step cautious yet revealing an unyielding spirit.

Su Yu watched silently from the side, feeling a burgeoning admiration in her heart.

For someone recovering from a serious injury, attempting to get out of bed and move on the first day was not just a sign of physical recovery, but also a testament to his willpower.

During dinner, the atmosphere was warm yet somewhat heavy. Su Yu finally broke the silence, “Today your father mentioned that when you were injured, he happened to be in the city working on the city wall construction and couldn’t return home immediately. But he was worried about the family, and specially arranged for someone to send money back, reminding Lady Zhao to seek medical advice for you brothers.”

As she spoke, she quietly observed Jiang Ziling’s reaction.