A Young Woman's Heart

"Can our Snow Music Band apply for a performance?" Hua Yinyin's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Huh? Huh—? Senior year of high school, is that okay?"

"Is it okay? Is it really okay?"

"Oh, well, I'll just talk to my mothers."

"Mother--"

"...they?"

"?"

……

Chapter 190 Mothers...?

(One)

"Hey, hey! What do you mean by 'mothers'?" This time, it wasn't Hua Yinyin who was asking the question, but Mo Xueyao. She put her hand on Le Tingfeng's shoulder incredulously, "What's going on?"

"Oh, well, I'll tell you about this later," Le Tingfeng waved the banknotes he was holding in his other hand. "I'm in a hurry to buy soy sauce!"

"We'll go with you! Take us inside later!"

"Okay, okay, no problem. Uh, you guys wait here for me, I'll be right back..."

……

(two)

There were many grain and oil shops in those days.

Buying soy sauce was a unique shopping method of that era.

The main reason is that people are more convinced that these soy sauces are handcrafted, without unnecessary additives, and... cheaper than those that are packaged.

The latter is probably more important.

In grain and oil stores, you can buy bulk rice, soy sauce, salad oil, vegetable oil, and vinegar.

These are all sourced from local farmers at low prices, but sometimes they run out of stock because the owner has to drive there and transport them himself.

If you can't buy it nearby, you have to go to a place a little further away.

Compared to pre-packaged condiments, it has another advantage: you can buy as much as you want.

You can buy at least one box (equivalent to 20 milliliters in modern terms), which is a whole cup scooped out with a very small plastic cup—about the amount for one meal.

Of course, when Le Tingfeng went to buy them, he would buy two liters of each, and the shopkeeper would pack them in empty plastic bottles, making a total of four liters, which would be four plastic bottles.

"Uh, Hua Yinyin, why are you looking at this so seriously? Don't you usually just sit around doing nothing?"

"Hmm, rarely. My family usually buys the bottled kind from the supermarket." Hua Yinyin shook her head, seemingly finding it quite novel. "Oh, do you guys like to use vegetable oil?"

"Yes, the vegetable oil smells very good."

"My family rarely uses it because it produces a lot of cooking fumes."

"Haha, you'll get used to it. Every time I come home and smell that cooking oil, I feel like I'm home." Le Tingfeng laughed as he paid and put the four full plastic bottles into a paper bag. "All done! Let's go."

"Yes, right! Now it's time to explain what exactly happened, isn't it?"

"Huh? Oh... okay, I'll tell you, although I've been used to it since I was little, people always keep asking me questions whenever they find out..."

……

(three)

Pushing open the graffiti-covered door and walking down the long staircase, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the darkness. Pushing open the transparent glass door, you were truly inside the bar.

"There aren't many people here at this time; it's usually around six or seven o'clock that there are more people," Le Tingfeng introduced as if he were back in his own home—oh wait, this really was his own home.

At the front of the bar is a small stage, surrounded by booths, and there are also many seats in the main hall.

While the sun was blazing outside, the nocturnal creatures were clearly still asleep. In the corner sat a well-dressed middle-aged man, who appeared to be a foreigner, leisurely sipping his wine and eating the fruit platter in front of him.

"Mommy, I'm back!" Le Tingfeng shouted, waving the bag in his hand. "Where is everyone?"

"She went inside." Sitting in front of the bar was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She had side-swept bangs, the kind that showed half of her forehead, and her ponytail was tied high with fluorescent green ends.

Even from a distance, you can feel the mature charm emanating from her, and the bottles and jars on the wine rack behind her match her perfectly.

"Mom, these are my classmates."

"Oh? You brought three female classmates back on your first trip?" The woman with the high ponytail rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked them up and down. Hua Yinyin was the first to look away guiltily. "Can you handle it?"

"Hey—Mom, it's not that kind of relationship."

"It's just a bit unexpected. You usually bring male classmates home. I thought you only liked..."

"Ahem! Mom, let me reiterate, I'm a staunch..."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and take the soy sauce to your mom, or you'll be in trouble later."

"it is good……"

So Le Tingfeng led the three of them inside, and he chuckled in a tone that wasn't low, "Haha, see that? That was my mom just now. Well, to distinguish them, one is called 'Mom' and the other is called 'Mommy'—don't be scared when you see my mommy later."

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you being fierce?"

“No, that’s not it…” Le Tingfeng pursed his lips with a strange expression, “Well… anyway, I am my mother’s child.”

"Then...who was your mother's child?"

"Well, let me finish. It was obtained through an application for sperm, and then conception occurred naturally."

"I see. So you're not related to your mother by blood?"

“Uh…” Le Tingfeng’s expression became even stranger. “Well, my mommy is actually my mom’s distant cousin.”

"Huh? Is it more than five generations removed?"

"Exactly five generations, uh."

"Is it the older sister or the younger sister?"

"……aunt."

"what?"

"But actually, my mommy is still younger."

Mo Xueyao was stunned by the bizarre story. She opened her mouth to say something, but Hua Yinyin interrupted her, saying, "Really, why do all the people around me have such complicated family backgrounds, while my family is so ordinary?"

"cough……"

……

(four)

After passing through a security door, Le Tingfeng arrived at the back of the bar. He then used a key to open an iron gate, finally reaching his home.

Just as he said, it was a circular, or more accurately, an arc-shaped corridor, with the rooms located on either side of it.

There was a room with an open door; that was the kitchen, because Mo Xueyao and the others could already smell the cooking fumes coming from inside.

"Cough, cough—"

"It tastes so spicy..."

"Is Mommy making stir-fried pork with chili peppers again?" Le Tingfeng asked helplessly as she quickly walked forward and rushed into the kitchen.

The kitchen range hood is working hard to suck up the cooking fumes, but with little effect.

"Mommy!"

"What's up? Did you buy it?"

"I bought it!"

Mo Xueyao peeked into the kitchen and imagined a fierce-looking middle-aged woman, the kind who could snap a chicken's neck with her bare hands.

But what came into view was a girl, or rather... a little girl, standing on a small stool, coughing incessantly with her mouth covered in the fumes.

She looked to be about the same age as Taiyin—or a few years older, but still around the junior high school level.

Perhaps for the convenience of cooking, her hair was tied up in a bun, a style often seen in movies and TV shows, the kind of braided hairstyle worn by European ladies.

"Mommy, I brought my classmates home to play."

"Classmate?" She immediately raised her voice, "Honestly, why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Ahem, I brought her back temporarily..." Despite facing such a petite figure, Le Tingfeng was clearly flustered.

The woman called "Mommy" turned around, her impatient expression instantly turning into a gentle smile: "Oh, it's a girl."

"Mommy, none of these are my girlfriends," Le Tingfeng quickly said in advance.

"I know." She glanced at Yue Tingfeng sideways. "I know you like boys."

"No, Mommy..." Le Tingfeng cried out in despair. He probably felt that he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River, especially since there was Hua Yinyin here who was just as gossipy as Wang Jiale.

"Hello everyone, please come sit in the living room. I'll cook a few more dishes, and we can have dinner together later."

"Ah, no need, no need..." Mo Xueyao quickly waved her hand.

"Since you're already here, why not eat before you leave? I'm very confident in my cooking skills."

Hua Yinyin's gaze fell on the eye patch over her left eye, and she looked it over curiously, seemingly not listening to what the other woman was saying at all.

"Okay, let's go sit on the sofa then." Le Tingfeng hurriedly walked out of the kitchen.

"You absolutely must stay for dinner!"

"I understand, Mommy!" Le Tingfeng looked up and replied, then quickly led the girls forward.

There is a courtyard here, which is also the only place in this underground space that can receive sunlight.

The top is covered with a special glass panel, so if you look in from the outside, you will only see darkness.

Mo Xueyao remembered this place. She was curious at the time why the well was built so high—a full three meters. Perhaps it was to prevent others from easily seeing inside, serving as a second layer of protection outside of the glass.

"What happened to your mommy's eyes?" Hua Yinyin finally came to her senses and asked excitedly and curiously.