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"What's wrong?" Jiang Chengzhou asked.

Ma Xiaodong shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't had Dr. Lin's cooking in a long time."

Ma Xiaodong actually wanted to complain about his grandmother.

But his mother said they weren't allowed to say anything bad about his grandmother outside.

Liu Chunhua no longer cares about her husband and mother-in-law, and some bad rumors have already spread in the family compound.

Some people said she was unfilial and should be removed from her job.

Liu Chunhua knew perfectly well that the number of job openings at the island pharmaceutical factory was limited. This wasn't an accusation that she was unfilial; it was clearly an attempt to steal her job.

However, she wasn't afraid, because Old Lady Ma had a nominal position with the leadership.

No matter how big the fuss gets, the leaders can't possibly remove her from her job.

Liu Chunhua now has a job and money, and she's not afraid of what others say, but she still doesn't want her son to be labeled as unfilial.

So he instructed his three sons not to speak ill of his grandmother outside.

Others, unaware of the situation, will only think the children are being immature.

Ma Xiaodong is the oldest and more sensible than his two younger brothers.

Knowing how hard his mother had it, he suddenly matured a lot compared to before.

After finishing their bamboo rice, the children wanted to go out and play.

As soon as I stepped out of the yard, I bumped into Ma Daniu.

"dad."

"Uncle Ma."

The children greeted Ma Daniu.

Ma Daniu smiled and agreed, then his face darkened as he asked Ma Xiaodong, "Have you eaten? Dad bought some meat today, call your mom and come home to eat together."

Liu Chunhua now collects Ma Daniu's salary.

Liu Chunhua didn't go too far; she left him 10 yuan so he could buy meat.

Ma Xiaodong was about to run away when he heard this and stopped. "Dad, could you ask Grandma to stop swearing?"

"What?" Ma Daniu was stunned.

Ma Xiaodong scoffed, "You can't control Grandma, and you still insist on calling us home to get scolded. You can keep the meat; we don't like it!"

After he finished speaking, he took off running.

My two younger brothers followed behind.

Jiang Chengzhou, holding his sister's hand, looked at Ma Daniu with some disdain. "Uncle Ma, you're such a failure as a person. Your wife doesn't like you, and neither do your three sons."

"I..." Ma Daniu choked for a moment.

"Does your mother like you?" Jiang Chengzhou delivered a soul-searching question.

Ma Daniu was speechless.

How could he live such a failed life?

Even little kids look down on him.

Ma Daniu stood at the door for a long time, but didn't go inside; instead, he went to the military base.

The house immediately becomes quiet as soon as the children go out.

The bamboo tubes from this morning haven't been processed yet.

Lin Zhilan and Su Bingcheng were in charge of drilling holes and scraping off the green outer skin of the bamboo with a knife to reveal the pale yellow bamboo flesh underneath.

Bamboo shavings fell softly at my feet, leaving behind a unique, slightly astringent smell, similar to that of grass and wood.

Wang Rou usually needs to paint, so she keeps all kinds of calligraphy brushes at home.

She sat next to Lin Zhilan, holding a fine brush in her hand, drawing lines on the polished bamboo tube.

Wang Rou painted orchids.

With a few strokes, the composition is sparse and elegant, exuding a refreshing charm.

Xu Yueyun leaned closer to take a look and couldn't help but praise, "This is really well drawn; it must have been drawn seriously."

When Xu Yueyun was a child, she had to learn all kinds of arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Even if you're not an expert, you can still appreciate things.

The orchid is depicted with just a few strokes, and the orchid leaves are written with the central brush tip, conveying both strength and gentleness.

His brushstrokes are simple yet powerful, with varying shades of ink, clearly showing the skill of a professional.

Wang Rou smiled with her head down, "I studied painting for a few years when I was little, but I stopped later. I picked it up again last year with my sister."

Xu Yueyun gave a soft "hmm," "It shouldn't have been lost. Not for fame or fortune, but to cultivate one's mind and body."

Upon hearing this, Wang Rou looked up and stared at her in surprise.

She hadn't heard anyone say that in a long time.

Apart from her sister, everyone else would say that drawing can't put food on the table.

Xu Yueyun seemed to notice her surprise and smiled, "I learned these things when I was a child. My parents made me learn them, but I didn't like it. I only realized the benefits when I got old."

Xu Yueyun is in poor health and rarely goes out.

Most of the time, she practices calligraphy at home.

The more you write, the calmer your mind becomes.

Lin Zhilan finished carving another one, smoothed the edges with sandpaper, and handed it to Xu Yueyun for inspection. "Mom, do you think this is okay?"

Xu Yueyun took it and looked at it over and over. "It's very good. My drawing isn't as good as Xiaorou's, so I'll just write a few words."

After finishing the first one, Lin Zhilan and Su Bingcheng got used to it and started shaving quite a few, which they then placed on the stone table.

Xu Yueyun and Wang Rou each wrote inscriptions and painted pictures.

Then start arranging the flowers.

I don't care about any particular style or genre; I just want it to look good.

On the living room table, the bamboo tube that Wang Rou had drawn had already been decorated with flowers by Xu Yueyun.

A few slender wild grasses form the framework, with a few roses added, and a few broad leaves underneath.

With their varying density and height, the arrangement of the items on the table brings the whole room to life.

Although it was to please her mother-in-law, Lin Zhilan was very satisfied.

She placed one in her and Su Lang's room, and also placed one in each of Jiang Chengzhou's and Lin Lin's rooms.

The room where Xu Yueyun and Su Bingcheng lived was naturally included as well.

Seeing that she liked it, Xu Yueyun couldn't help but smile: "You don't seem to mind having too many."

"It looks good, doesn't it?" Lin Zhilan said matter-of-factly.

Just then, Su Bingcheng's voice came from outside the door, "Zhilan, come out quickly, we have guests."

Lin Zhilan came out and took a look.

Yin Xiuxiu stood at the door with her daughter in her hand, holding a box of pastries and several cans of food.

"Dr. Lin, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Lin Zhilan greeted her, squatted down, and patted Nannan's head. "Nannan, Happy New Year!"

Today, Nannan wore a red sweater and had two little pigtails in her hair. She was a little chubby than before the New Year, and her complexion was much better.

She smiled shyly at Lin Zhilan, her eyes glancing around every now and then, as if searching for something.

Yin Xiuxiu put the things on the table and greeted Xu Yueyun, "Auntie, sorry to bother you."

"We won't disturb you; please feel free to talk."

Xu Yueyun didn't know who she was either, but she greeted her politely.

Wang Rou was still fiddling with the bamboo tubes when Xu Yueyun saw this and went over to join her.

Lin Zhilan walked to the other side of the yard and waved to Nannan, "Nannan, come here, walk a few steps so Auntie can see you."

"Go ahead," Yin Xiuxiu nudged her daughter.

The little girl loosened her grip on her mother's clothes and slowly walked over.

His steps weren't fast, but they were steady and deliberate, and he was much more agile than before.

"Not bad, you've improved a lot." As she approached, Lin Zhilan patted her head and praised her, saying with satisfaction.

Yin Xiuxiu hurriedly said from the side, "Dr. Lin, during the time you were away, I have been massaging Nannan and taking her out for a walk every day to practice. I haven't missed a single day."

"You did very well," Lin Zhilan said, giving her a positive look. "Keep it up in the future."

"Okay." Yin Xiuxiu knelt down and held her daughter's shoulders. "Dr. Lin, could you take another look at her? Nannan's illness..."