A Good Country Wife-Chapter 34 - A Big Scare_1
Chapter 34: Chapter 34 A Big Scare_1
Chapter 34: Chapter 34 A Big Scare_1
“Hmm, Third Mother trusts you, and you brothers are all good kids. You’ll definitely be able to do a good job with the tasks Third Mother has given you. Also, the steamed soy pulp buns and the fried soy pulp pancakes are in the cupboard. If you’re hungry, help yourselves, but make sure to close the cupboard afterwards, so you don’t let any thieving bugs in.” After Lin Yue finished instructing, the young ones eagerly headed out with their tasks.
There’s no need to go to the Wu Family’s, that just leaves the village chief’s house and Chunxi’s, both of which are in the same direction and on the way. Lin Yue picked up both baskets, and before she left, she went back into the room to find a cloth bundle from the bottom of the chest and placed it into one of the baskets.
Since Chunxi’s home was closer, and Lin Yue had some matters to entrust to Chunxi as well, she naturally went to Chunxi’s home first.
Most of the villagers in the Zhao Family village carried the Zhao surname, descendants of ancestors who had passed it down, which is why the village was named Zhao Family Village. As for those with different surnames, they moved into the village later, so the Zhao family members held significant influence in the village. Chunxi’s husband’s family also bore the surname Zhao. It was said that Chunxi’s father-in-law’s grandfather and Zhao Erhu’s father’s grandfather were first cousins, but the relationship had become distant in this generation, with hardly any contact between the two.
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When Lin Yue arrived at Chunxi’s house, Chunxi was working on knitting a net inside the room, and Chunxi’s mother-in-law, Madam Zhao Sun, was playing with her grandson in the courtyard. Seeing Lin Yue arrive, she warmly welcomed her into the house and fetched some of the last remaining old tea leaves to make a cup of tea for Lin Yue.
“Erhu’s family, you don’t often come by, and we don’t have much to offer guests, so please, just have a cup of tea.”
“Auntie, look at you, I get along well with Chunxi, and who knows, I might come to visit your house often in the future. You don’t have to be so formal, or else I’ll hesitate to drop by unannounced,” Lin Yue said with a smile as she accepted the tea, handing over one of the baskets to Madam Zhao Sun.
“Auntie, this is just some food I made casually at home. It’s nothing special, just something for you to enjoy,” Lin Yue said modestly. However, in her eyes, tofu and bean sprouts really weren’t anything worth mentioning; in her past life, these were some of the cheapest foods available in the market. As for the soy pulp, if it weren’t for her grandfather’s cooking skills that allowed him to make various snacks, most households would only try it once or twice before using the rest to feed pigs or throwing it away. Even here, soybeans were a cheap grain and didn’t cost much.
“Look at you, girl, just coming over for a visit would’ve been enough. There was no need to bring so much. How can we accept this?” Madam Zhao Sun had thought that since Erhu’s wife and her daughter-in-law had not known each other for long and, despite getting along, weren’t that close, anything given would be ordinary goods, so she didn’t pay much attention. But when she received the basket, it felt surprisingly heavy. She wondered what it could be but, not wanting to seem impolite in front of Lin Yue, refrained from lifting the cloth cover on the spot. Instead, she carried the basket to the kitchen, intending to empty it so Lin Yue could take the basket back.
“Oh my goodness, Lord Heaven, Erhu’s wife is really something. How can we possibly accept all these fine things?” Madam Zhao Sun exclaimed as she lifted the cloth cover and was startled by what she saw in the basket.
Four large blocks of tender white tofu, each the size of her spread-out palm; a large bunch of fresh, tender, and juicy bean sprouts; eight big soft and fluffy buns that would leave a deep indentation when poked with a finger; and eight fried golden pancakes, glistening with oil, smelling absolutely fragrant.
