The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 30 Are you still worried that your son is shy?

The snow fell softly, and before long, the path that had just been swept was once again stained a deep white.

After seeing Li Lian off, Yu Tingwan went back to her room.

She walked slowly, but each step seemed to carry both heaviness and relief.

The sharp voice of Wang from her previous life kept replaying in my ears.

"Your sister-in-law has hardly any breast tissue, no milk at all, and the baby cries like that. It's driving me crazy every day. Are you deaf? Go out and see if anyone raises sheep, and get some goat milk."

Even if Wang disliked the baby girl, she was still a member of the Hu family, and she couldn't just watch her starve to death.

"Why isn't the rice cooked yet? Are you trying to starve me?"

"Go shovel the snow in the yard! Do I have to yell at you for something like this? How can you be so lazy!"

"You're tired? What are you tired of? Do you expect to be waited on hand and foot, with the whole family treating you like royalty? All you do is complain all day. Do you think I'm mistreating you? Go, change your diaper."

Oh, and there's also Ms. Xu.

After giving birth to her daughter, she couldn't hold her head up in front of Wang.

Yes, he's all meek and submissive in front of Wang, but he turns around and vents all his anger on her.

"You're so smug seeing me like this, aren't you! It's not like I can't get pregnant again! I'll give birth to a big, healthy boy sooner or later. I'm a member of the Hu family, and what about you? Who do you think you are?"

"Oh, right, I haven't told you yet. She's found you a good marriage. I just don't know how long you'll live after you get married."

Although the child was innocent, Yu Tingwan felt no liking for the baby girl because of these two people.

The emotions in her eyes faded, and finally, she gave a slight smirk as she stepped across the threshold.

It's hard to tell whether they're mocking Wang or their own foolishness in their past life, unwilling to engage in conflict.

A few days later, the wind and snow began to rise.

The wind was exceptionally strong, like a sharp knife tip that could scrape flesh, snapping branches and flinging them high into the air before crashing them down.

Yu Tingwan never left the courtyard, but she often went to the corner of the wall and found something without lifting a finger. Sometimes she could find an egg, and sometimes she could find a steamed bun.

Everything she saw was delicious, which shows that Wei Shen is a very discerning eater.

This is the fourth time she's climbed over the corner, but there's nothing there.

Could it be that Wei Shen's health is failing?

The last time I saw him, he looked half-dead.

So, Yu Tingwan entered the Wei family's door once again, carrying the basket she had taken from the Wei family last time.

Hui Niang opened the door and smiled when she saw her: "Why is Wan Niang here?"

It seems Wei Shen is alright.

Yu Tingwan coldly shrank her head: "The basket that Auntie took from her house last time has not been returned."

“I wove those baskets. I have plenty at home, so I’m not in a hurry to use them.”

Seeing that she was shivering from the cold, Hui Niang let her in.

"You're here just in time. If you're not busy, help your auntie with the fire, and we can chat."

“I was just about to make meat sauce for your Aunt Shi. Cooking requires precise control of the heat, but something happened in the village and your uncle went to help. I’m short-handed right now.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan couldn't find a reason to refuse.

She asked, "What happened in the village?"

Hui Niang didn't hide it from her.

“Some outsiders came, originally intending to go to the county, but as you know, the roads are blocked now, so they can’t go.”

“The weather is so cold it can freeze a person to death, so those people went to the village head and begged him to help arrange accommodation.”

The village is poor, and most villagers' homes are so crowded that even their own families are crammed together. It would be really difficult to accommodate a dozen or so outsiders.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, who knows what kind of people these outsiders are like? If the mountain roads remain closed for a long time, are we supposed to take them in for the New Year?
Nobody wants to provide accommodation for free.

The village head had no choice but to mediate, gathering some people from relatively well-off families to discuss how to allocate the resources.

The Wei family was among them.

Hui Niang told her, "The village head has already reached an agreement with the outsiders. They are willing to pay three coins for one night's stay, as long as they vacate the room. If you want to provide them with meals, the cost will be calculated separately."

Everyone knows that Wei Jia's son is a bottomless pit; the Wei family saves every penny they can.

Yu Tingwan's memories of her previous life were so fragmented that she didn't know about the outsiders: "Did that uncle go to bring someone back?"

Hui Niang paused slightly, her gaze shifting to Wei Zhao, who sat not far away, his eyes unblinking, a hint of worry in her eyes. "The house is habitable."

Xiao Niang's room has been empty for a long time.

Hui Niang: "But his father and I discussed it for a long time, and we still felt it was inappropriate."

“Ah Lang’s condition is not good, and I’m afraid he’ll feel uncomfortable if there are too many people around.”

Yu Tingwan: ...

Are you worried that your son is shy?
Hui Niang: "With more people in the family, there will be more things to do. The village head wants to take care of us, but although we appreciate his kindness, we'd better not."

Once inside the kitchen, Hui Niang told Yu Tingwan to warm herself by the fire, while she herself sat on a wooden stool and processed the shrimp she had caught in the river, deftly pulling out the shrimp veins.

These were all arranged beforehand with Widow Shi, and she was asked to prepare them before bringing them over.

This meat sauce is made with plenty of ingredients. Besides the marbled pork, it also contains beans, firm shrimp, fresh black fungus...

Hui Niang moved swiftly: "We'll have dinner at home later."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan became more enthusiastic.

"Auntie, would you like me to peel some garlic for you?"

"No, I'll burn your hands."

Yu Tingwan looked down at her hands, which were severely frostbitten and cracked in several places.

A simple sentence brought tears to her eyes.

She was at the Hu family's house; all she would hear was...

"Aren't all country folk like this? What are you being so delicate about?"

She didn't insist any further and put the basket down.

He who eats another's food is bound to do so. Seeing that Hui Niang wasn't looking this way, Yu Tingwan looked around, took the bowls out of the basket, and quickly stuffed them into the place where the Wei family kept their dishes.

After doing all this, she noticed a gaze falling on her.

Not strong.

But there was no goodwill involved.

Yu Tingwan looked over in that direction.

I saw Wei Zhao lying on a chair not far away, quiet and seemingly unnoticed.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there.

The Wei couple always felt at ease only when they kept a close eye on people.

Wei Zhao was devoid of any human warmth; he was lifeless, listless, and dejected.

On the contrary, it was when he was talking nonsense in the rain in the yard that day that he seemed more like a real person.

I have no idea what he went through.

Wei Zhao looked at her with droopy eyelids.

Oh, Yu Tingwan recognized that look in her eyes.

The look in his eyes as he watched the monkeys perform.

However, Yu Tingwan didn't hold it against him.

After being fed a few times, she thought Wei Zhao was actually a pretty nice person.

Yu Tingwan was no longer afraid of him.

The little girl smiled at him generously.

Wei Zhao slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the peace charm he was holding in his hand.

"Hey."

Hui Niang suddenly thought of something.

"I was wondering what I'd forgotten; it turns out I'd forgotten to prepare the medicine."

She scolded, "My lord, why didn't you remind your mother?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

He'd already spilled his medicine, how could he possibly remind him?

Sure enough, Yu Tingwan saw Wei Zhao's dark eyes flicker, revealing a strong sense of resistance.