Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 112: Osmanthus Cake

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Osmanthus Cake

Everyone had returned to the village together when the sky had already grown dark.

The three Shen brothers waved and entered the courtyard.

Mrs. Lin stood in front and knocked on the door for a long time without any response.

"Could your father be asleep?" Mrs. Lin muttered with a frown.

Thinking of her unreliable husband’s usual behavior, she really wasn’t sure this time.

"Who is it!" Doudou and Maomao, holding onto Shen Zhiyu, shouted while leaning on the door.

"It’s grandma! Doudou, hurry and open the door!" Hearing her grandsons’ voices, Mrs. Lin knocked on the door again.

When they entered the courtyard, Mrs. Lin looked around but didn’t see her husband, so she only asked the three little ones, "Where has your grandpa gone?"

Shen Zhiyu giggled and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "Grandpa is in the kitchen cooking!"

Mrs. Lin looked suspicious.

The sun didn’t rise from the west today, so how could he be willing to enter the kitchen?

After leading the three mules into the yard, the little ones suddenly exclaimed.

Shen Zhiyu, seeing his mother leading the first mule, quickly ran over.

Wanting to touch it but feeling scared, he asked with eyes sparkling, "Mother, is this our donkey?"

He just loved Brother Doudou’s donkey!

Now they also had a donkey at home!

"Zhiyu, be good, this is a mule, not a donkey," Nanzhi noticed the little one’s interest and picked him up.

"Is it different from Grandma Liu’s donkey?" Zhiyu asked curiously while hugging Nanzhi.

"Mules are a bit more formidable than donkeys," Nanzhi said, holding Zhiyu closer.

The little one reached out and touched the mule’s head, saw the mule turn its head and lick his palm, and just giggled non-stop.

"Are you guys back?" Mr. Lin, holding a spatula in one hand and wiping sweat from his face with the other, asked.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Lin quickly approached, circled around him twice to make sure he was alright before asking.

"I thought it might be late when you all got back, and I was worried you might be hungry," Mr. Lin said, his confidence waning.

Originally, he was also a pillar of the household, but a severe drought had killed all the crops this year. Until now, with his wife and two daughters-in-law managing the cooking and laundry, and his son bringing some meat from hunting in the mountains, he was the only one at home with nothing to do, unable to help with anything.

Thinking of the blackened potatoes in the kitchen, Mr. Lin seemed even more dispirited.

Mrs. Lin, having lived with him for over twenty years, knew exactly what he was thinking.

She didn’t continue asking about the kitchen, but just patted him and said, "Alright, alright, leave the kitchen matters to us. You should rest well today, and tomorrow morning you need to go make the cart with eldest and second sons."

Hearing this, Mr. Lin’s spirits immediately lifted.

He knew how to do carpentry!

In the past, he was one of the top carpenters in the village!

Knowing he had work to do, he finally shook off the feeling of loss.

He wasn’t useless at home!

Seeing her husband cheer up, Mrs. Lin told everyone to rest well while she went to cook.

The three little ones flocked around the mule while Nanzhi and her sister-in-laws began checking the items they had bought today.

Besides the knives for self-defense, they had also bought some wound medicine and medicinal wine at the Medicine Shop. Nanzhi even bought ten pairs of cloth shoes, one pair per family member.

Mr. Lin looked at the pile of items on the table and pursed his lips.

Even when Nanzhi handed him the pair of shoes they had bought for him, he showed little reaction.

Remembering what his wife had said before they left today, Nanzhi understood.

Her father was thinking about pastries!

"Zhiyu, you guys come over," Nanzhi waved to the three little ones.

"Mom bought candy!"

Hearing Nanzhi’s words, Lin’s father’s eyes lit up. Since she had bought candy, did that mean she had also bought his pastries?

But then there was no more to the story, leaving him feeling frustrated.

After distributing the items bought today, Lin’s mother had also prepared the meal.

Though called a meal, due to the rush, Lin’s mother made only a big pot of potato paste and fried an egg for each person.

Ever since she had taken over the daily task of collecting eggs, she had realized something.

Her two old hens were not like ordinary hens, especially these past two days when she could collect twelve or thirteen eggs each time.

A single egg per person in the family was really not a problem; they could even save up while eating.

After dinner, Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui took on the task of washing the dishes, which allowed Lin’s mother to sit by her husband and ask with pretend surprise, "What’s the matter with you? Who owes you silver?"

Lin’s father wanted to mention the pastries, but he felt embarrassed in front of his daughter and son, so he grimaced and pretended not to hear her.

"All right, how old are you? Still craving sweets like this?" Lin’s mother said, then magically produced a bag of Osmanthus Cake.

Seeing the pastries handed to him, Lin’s father let out a chuckle.

He didn’t usually smoke nor loved to drink, but he craved sweets. After the autumn harvest in previous years, he would buy two bags of Osmanthus Cake to slowly enjoy at home.

This year, with the harvest not being good, he thought he wouldn’t be able to have any.

"This was bought by your daughter, you should remember that."

Lin’s father nodded, indicating he understood, and then carefully opened the oil paper wrap. Seeing the neatly arranged pieces of cake, he let out a satisfied sigh.

"Zhiyu, Doudou, Maomao, come over here."

He waved at the three children and stuffed a piece of cake into each of their hands.

"Go eat."

The little ones nodded, thanked him, and took their Osmanthus Cake to the side.

Lin Yicheng looked at the pastries in his father’s hand and chuckled as well.

Just as he was about to approach and start a conversation, he saw his father rolling his eyes and taking the Osmanthus Cake back to his room.

"What’s that about?" Lin Yicheng touched his nose, feeling somewhat indignant.

In his childhood, his father would always share a piece with him. Why now did he not even allow him to see it?

"Dad, don’t you understand? Didn’t you see that even Plump hasn’t got any?"

Lin Ercheng spoke and patted his older brother’s shoulder.

In the past as children, their father would give it to his older brother, then to him, and eventually neither of them got any, as their father only gave some to Plump. Now, with younger ones around, not even Plump got any, so they couldn’t expect any either.

Nanzhi suddenly named and totally baffled, wondered what she was supposed to share?

Weren’t the shoes already distributed?

Some of the grass materials that Shen Wenchen and the others had bought were still left, just in time to feed the Mule.

After putting things in order, Nanzhi stretched lazily.

Looking up at the starry sky, she felt somewhat anxious.

Previously, although she had dreamed about the earthquake, the dream at least had some premonitions, but this time, in the dream, it was just her and the Mule. Now that the Mule had also been bought, what exactly did that dream predict?

Because she was scared, she had bought all sorts of things she could think of.

The more she thought, the more worried she became, and finally, she sighed and took Zhiyu back to their room to sleep.

The three Mules in the front yard were eating heartily, given that the fodder was brought under the best conditions.

But the backyard was a bit different.

The two old hens, used to sleeping close to each other, now stared wide-eyed with eyes as big as beans at the wooden tub under the eaves.

River Clam, however, always felt a bit of ominous foreboding.

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