Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 13: The Hypocrite's Becoming Begins (Please Collect and Recommend)
Xu Fugui has not come back. In He Yuzhu's memory, he is not a projectionist yet. He seems to be a purchasing agent. He usually runs errands for the Lou family. Xu Damao's mother is a servant of the Lou family.

Yi Zhonghai saw He Yuzhu and Xu Damao making a snowman. His eyes swept towards the main house of the He family, and a hint of barely perceptible envy flashed in his eyes.

He and his wife Li Chunni have been married for many years, but they have no children. Seeing the He family have both a son and a daughter, he can't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Zhu Zi, is your father at home?" Yi Zhonghai walked forward and asked with a kind smile on his face.

He Yuzhu stopped what he was doing, looked up, and politely responded, "Uncle Yi, my father went out. He said he was going to find something to help my mother increase her milk production. I think he'll be back soon."

Yi Zhonghai nodded and said, "Your father is a caring man. Your mother just gave birth to a child, so she really needs some nourishment." As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the main house of the He family.

Jia Laonian followed behind Yi Zhonghai and came over to take a look at the snowman. He chuckled and said, "Zhuzi, Damao, your snowman looks pretty realistic. Why didn't you ask your brother Dongxu to join in?"

Xu Damao was enthusiastically fiddling with a branch, preparing to make an arm for the snowman. When he heard Jia Laonian's words, he raised his head proudly: "Of course, Zhuzi and I made this together, how could it not look good!"

Just ignore the part about Jia Dongxu. Who is Jia Dongxu? Xu Damao doesn’t know him!
At this time, there were more footsteps. He Yuzhu turned his head and saw He Daqing walking into the hanging flower gate with his head down, holding a cloth bag in his hand.

"Dad, you're back!" He Yuzhu's eyes lit up, he threw down the snowball in his hand and ran over.

When He Daqing saw his son, a smile appeared on his tired face: "Zhu'er, were you good today? Did you take good care of your mother and sister?"

"I'm very good. I've done a lot of things for my mother!" He Yuzhu said, patting his chest.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Laonian also walked forward and greeted He Daqing.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the cloth bag in He Daqing's hand and asked with a smile, "Daqing, what good stuff did you get?"

He Daqing raised the cloth bag in his hand and said, "Hey, I ran around all day and couldn't find a ewe. But I got two pig's trotters from an acquaintance. They're for your sister-in-law to help with her milk production."

As he said this, he was about to walk home, but after taking two steps he stopped and said to Yi Zhonghai and Jia Laonian, "Zhonghai, Lao Jia, wait until your sister-in-law is out of confinement, come to our house for a simple meal. Your sister-in-law gave birth to the baby thanks to your family's help, otherwise she would have been in danger."

Yi Zhonghai quickly waved his hands: "Daqing, it's too formal to say that. We are all neighbors, and it's only natural for us to help each other."

Jia Laonian also nodded: "Yes, yes, Daqing, please don't be polite to us."

He Daqing smiled and turned to walk home. It was just a polite remark. If you take it seriously, you are really stupid. How could he not know who deserves the greatest credit? However, he cannot help but thank his neighbors for their help, otherwise he would be ignorant.

When Xu Damao saw He Daqing coming back, he looked towards the door but didn't see his father, and felt a little disappointed.

He said to He Yuzhu beside him: "Brother Zhuzi, I am going home too. It's time to eat. I'll play with you tomorrow!"

"Okay, go back quickly."

"Goodbye Brother Zhuzi, goodbye Uncle He!" After saying that, he ran away.

He Daqing stopped walking after hearing the conversation, looked around, and saw the snowman in the yard. He turned to look at Xu Damao who had run into the hanging flower gate with a strange expression, "Isn't this little bastard from the Xu family most afraid of Zhuzi? How come he's playing with Zhuzi again?"

At this time, He Yuzhu heard a faint voice: "How can this little bastard from the Xu family be so impolite? He doesn't even say hello when he sees people. And why isn't Zhuzi with Dongxu? Wouldn't he learn bad things if he stays with Xu Damao, that bad boy?" He Yuzhu frowned and turned his head to see Yi Zhonghai pushing open the door and walking into the room.

"Is this old guy so petty? That idiot Zhu in the original novel who beats up Xu Damao every day couldn't have anything to do with him, right? Besides, how old is Jia Dongxu? He's not even his apprentice yet, so he's just watching him. Is there something fishy going on here?"

Looking at his father He Daqing again, he seemed not to hear what Yi Zhonghai said and waved at him, "Zhu Zi, go home. Your mother is waiting at home." After saying that, he continued to walk towards home.

He Yuzhu trotted to catch up with He Daqing and entered the house right after his father. As soon as he entered, he couldn't wait to ask, "Dad, how do you cook this pig's trotter? Does it taste better if you stew it?"

He is not greedy for pig's trotters, but his body is greedy. This statement is very suitable for children of this era, who are like this when they see meat.

He Daqing placed the cloth bag on the table, unbuttoning his shirt as he said with a smile, "You little rascal, you only know how to eat. These pig's trotters need to be seared first to remove the hair, then blanched in water, and then simmered over low heat with some soybeans. Stew them until they're soft, so your mother can produce more milk."

"The pig's trotters are delicious!" In He Yuzhu's previous life, the pig's trotters made by his father were so fragrant that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva unconsciously.

Chen Lanxiang heard the voices of the father and son and said from the kang, "Daqing, you're back. You must be exhausted from running around all day, right?"

He Daqing walked into the inner room and looked at his wife lying on the bed and their infant daughter. His face was full of tenderness. "I'm not tired. As long as you and your daughter are well, everything I do is worth it."

"And there's our son!" Chen Lanxiang scolded.

"Yes, yes, and our pillars!"

He Daqing said as he entered the kitchen, took the pot off the stove, skewered the pig's trotters with chopsticks, and began to roast the pig's hair.
A burnt odor emanated, causing Chen Lanxiang from the main room to dry heave a few times. The little girl He Yushui was also woken up by the stench and started crying loudly.

"Wife, please take care of the baby. I'll be well soon, almost well." He Daqing said embarrassedly. It was so cold that he couldn't open the window to ventilate. The baby who was just one day old and his wife who had just given birth in the room could not stand the wind.

"It's okay, I just can't get used to it right away." Chen Lanxiang replied.

He Yuzhu looked at He Yushui who was howling with her eyes closed and wanted to go up and touch her but was afraid of hurting her so he just looked at her.

Chen Lanxiang picked up He Yushui and started to coax him. After a few strokes, He Yushui stopped crying and started smacking his lips.

"Daqing, make some rice soup first. Your daughter is hungry again."

"Okay, I see."

"Zhu Zi, go to the cellar and get some soybeans, some potatoes, and some cabbage!"

"Okay, Dad." He Yuzhu walked quickly to the outer room, took a small basket and a bowl from the kitchen, and went out.

Before going out, he saw that there was not even a door curtain between the inner and outer rooms. He wondered whether he should get a cotton door curtain so that the cold wind coming in and out of the house would not affect his mother and sister in the house.

He didn't have cotton, but he had military coats and cotton-padded jackets for his daily life, as well as those of traitors.

(End of this chapter)