Reborn As Lucky Star-Chapter 217 - Teaching Recognition of Characters
Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Teaching Recognition of Characters
Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Teaching Recognition of Characters
Early the next morning, Lin Chunju was cooking when she suddenly heard noises from the courtyard.
Cluck, cluck, cluck.
It seemed a chicken from someone else’s home had run to her doorstep.
Just as she was wondering, she heard Zhang Ying’s voice.
“Mom, Lin Chunju’s at the door.”
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Lin Chunju wiped her hands on her apron and went out to see.
Little Lin Xiaohong stood at the gate, holding a hen that fluttered its wings.
“Aunty Lin, Yue Jiandong was kind to let my man help him with his work, so I came specifically to thank him.”
Yue Qingqing, with her backpack on, watched Lin Xiaohong from inside the yard.
The woman’s body was slightly hunched.
Though younger than Zhang Ying, her face was wrinkled and weather-beaten beyond recognition.
Lin Chunju quickly waved her hand, “Yu Guoqiang was just helping our eldest too, you shouldn’t have brought anything.”
Lin Xiaohong bent over, her face brimming with smiles.
While insisting it was appropriate, she handed the chicken over to Lin Chunju.
But Lin Chunju firmly refused, her face showing annoyance.
“We all share the same surname, no need to be so formal. When our second son’s wife was having her first child, you specially brought a fish to help her lactate.”
Lin Xiaohong hurriedly said, “Those were just worthless things.”
“Whether it’s worth something or not, the kindness is priceless; if you keep doing this, I’ll really get mad.”
Upon hearing Lin Chunju say this, Lin Xiaohong finally ended up holding onto the lucky hen she had almost released.
“Aunty Lin, thank you so much.”
“Don’t be so formal, you should head back. Haven’t you cooked at home yet?”
Lin Chunju then went back to the kitchen, grabbed a basket of buns, wrapped them in oily paper, and forcefully handed them to Lin Xiaohong.
Until Lin Xiaohong was out of sight, Lin Chunju turned to Zhang Ying and spoke.
“She’s had a tough life.”
When Wang Xiaoni gave birth to Yue Xingxing, it was the year the villagers shunned the Yue Family.
It was Lin Xiaohong who specifically brought a fish.
The villagers even laughed at her, warning her not to get too close to the Yue Family, or she might become a target of extortion.
No one knew if Lin Xiaohong was hurt by their comments or something else had happened, but her interactions with the Yue Family weren’t substantial afterward.
However, Lin Chunju remembered the kindness and kept it in her heart.
Yue Qingqing watched Lin Xiaohong walk away, lost in thought.
With someone helping out, Yue Jiandong finally didn’t have to spiral like a beaten top, perpetually busy without a moment’s rest.
He could also come home on time and have dinner with everyone.
But these days, Yue Jiandong noticed that after dinner, his daughter would drag his wife into their room for some mysterious reason.
They didn’t let him in, and every time he entered, Zhang Ying appeared like a thief caught in the act, nervously hiding something.
This made Yue Jiandong even more curious.
One day, he deliberately stood by the door for a while, and when they let their guard down inside, he suddenly pushed it open.
Zhang Ying and Yue Qingqing were whispering about something, and the noise startled Zhang Ying.
She quickly hid something under the table.
“What are you doing? Let me see.”
Yue Jiandong was quick and grabbed his wife’s arm, retrieving what she was hiding to take a look.
Oh, it was a notebook.
Written on it in crooked spelling words.
It wasn’t Yue Qingqing’s handwriting; her daughter’s was much neater.
Seeing Zhang Ying’s face turning bright red, both angry and annoyed, he looked at her.
Yue Jiandong’s eyes lit up, “Wife, are you starting to learn to read?”
Yue Qingqing sat beside them, watching her mother bite her lip without saying a word.
She was sharp and had already sensed her dad’s intentions.
Though it wasn’t a bad thing and was bound to be discovered sooner or later, she deliberately didn’t remind him.
Zhang Ying, recovering from the embarrassment, became somewhat defensive.
“What’s wrong, can’t I learn some knowledge with my daughter?”
“Of course, it’s more than okay!” Yue Jiandong happily lifted Yue Qingqing and gave her a kiss.
The stubble made Yue Qingqing continuously dodge backwards.
“Qingqing, how did you convince your mom to learn to read? I tried before, and she wouldn’t agree at all.”
