I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 443 Hungry, Eat_1

Chapter 443: Chapter 443 Hungry, Eat_1

Confronted with three consecutive questions, Xiao Feng found himself utterly bewildered. Although he hadn’t had the most material wealth as a child, he had never been involved in tasks like those before and was naturally unaware of the finer details.

And as an outsider, you suddenly had a lightbulb moment and blurted out, "Auntie Han, did you already know where Lele’s home is beforehand?"

With a meaningful look, Du Han glanced at you, just for a moment, and you suddenly felt an eerily familiar sensation—it was as if, in that instant, she overlapped with your own mother!

Then she spoke with an all-knowing tone similar to your mother, "Boys, never underestimate your mothers, especially when you’re up to no good."

You and Xiao Feng reflexively shrank your necks. Indeed, old ginger is spicier!

Afterwards, Du Han started to elaborate. It turned out that she had known about Han Lele a month ago, but had simply chosen not to expose Xiao Feng. She had also visited Han Lele’s home. Though she hadn’t interacted closely with her family, she had observed and gathered some information, thus forming a certain understanding of Han Lele’s character.

Turning her head towards you, Du Han asked, "Mu Yun, everyone in the village says Lele is a calamity star. What do you think about this issue?"

At these words, Xiao Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and he began to make frantic eye signals at you.

Without even glancing at Xiao Feng, you confidently responded to Du Han, "Auntie Han, fortune and disaster go hand in hand. Just as I’ve said before, it all comes down to fate."

"You little rascal, since when did you start spouting your mom’s philosophies!" Du Han gave you a sidelong look, half-amused and half-annoyed. "Stop beating around the bush with me. I just want to know if there is a way to get rid of it!"

Since Du Han showed such an attitude only after knowing Han Lele had a Yinguo Body, it implied she had recognized Han Lele to a certain degree.

After exchanging a knowing look with Xiao Feng, you said to Du Han, "Auntie Han, Lele’s constitution is innate. To completely eliminate it requires some steps. I have already promised Xiao Feng that I would begin after the New Year."

"Hmm, I can rest easy with your word."

Just as Du Han was speaking, she noticed Xiao Feng’s father smiling at them and couldn’t help but glare at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Lin replied cheerfully, "From my angle, for a moment there, I noticed Lele vaguely resembles you when you were young."

Subsequently, you couldn’t resist throwing in a jab, "Could they be siblings, perhaps?"

"Scram!"

Three people simultaneously spewed in your direction!

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

You kept apologizing with a smile.

Then, Du Han and Xiao Lin began reminiscing about their own youthful romance. Du Han, also from a rural background, grew up poor. To afford school fees, she carried baskets of eggs to town to sell, saving up penny by penny.

It appeared to Xiao Lin that he saw the youthfulness of Du Han in Han Lele; he recalled how Du Han was gentle and frail in her younger days, only becoming tough after having a child and becoming a mother.

The conversation turned to their family’s happy moments. You stood up, took Zhao’er by the hand, and left amidst their calls for you to stay.

"Yun."

As soon as the two of you got into the car, Zhao’er turned to look at you.

"Hmm?"

"I’m hungry."

You were taken aback for a moment and then nodded with a smile. Just when you were about to bite your finger to draw blood, Zhao’er shook her head slightly and said, "No blood, I’ve had enough."

"Enough?"

"Hmm."

After a brief stupor, you put the car in drive and said with a laugh, "Well then, let’s go home for dinner, for a reunion dinner."

On New Year’s Eve, every household was bustling with noise. In contrast to the prevailingly stark atmosphere of the previous years, this year your home had gained two new members. Around the reunion dinner table, the four of you sat together, at last infused with the spirit of the New Year’s Eve feast.

"Little Yan, move a bit closer to Zhao’er and leave this spot open,"

Although Little Qinniang was somewhat puzzled, she obediently shifted her chair to sit beside Zhao’er.

For eighteen years, this tradition in your family had never changed.

On every New Year’s Eve, your mother would invariably leave one seat empty at the dinner table, placing a bowl of white rice, a pair of chopsticks, and a spoon on it.

Seeing Little Qinniang’s puzzled look, your mother explained with a smile, "This place is reserved for Dad."

"Dad?"

Little Qinniang tilted her head, seemingly unfamiliar with the term.

"Dad, you know, is the person who will show up right beside you when you need care and help, the one who will protect and love you with his strong arms."

After pondering for a moment, Little Qinniang turned to look at you and said to your mother, "Brother does the same."

Your mother gently stroked Little Qinniang’s head, smiling as she said, "Right, when Brother grows up, he will also become someone’s dad."

Little Qinniang nodded, not fully understanding.

Once all the dishes and drinks were on the table, the four of you sat down together, with the noise from the TV and the laughter of your family mixing together.

During the meal, you noticed that Zhao’er would occasionally glance over at the empty seat, at one point even making a few eye exchanges with you and the empty spot.

"Zhao’er, what are you looking at?"

You served Zhao’er a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, as the girl had a fondness for sour and sweet flavors.

Zhao’er paused, looked again at you and the empty seat, and then said, "Yun, there is someone who..."

"Zhao’er!"

Your mother suddenly stood up!

"Hmm?"

Zhao’er tilted her head, looking at your mother.

Good heavens, this little girl had actually learned to read the room.

"Oh, there’s one more dish in the kitchen. Could you go in and help me bring it out?" Seeing Zhao’er like this, your mother’s smile bloomed beautifully.

Silent and composed, Zhao’er stood up and walked to the kitchen. As soon as she entered, your mother followed.

The two whispered in the kitchen, and when Zhao’er came out to sit next to you, you leaned in and quietly asked, "What did you and Mom talk about?"

Zhao’er turned her head and gazed at you steadily.

Seconds ticked by, one after another.

After a long moment, Zhao’er simply uttered two words: "A secret."

You rubbed your forehead, not expecting Zhao’er to play this trick on you, and then raised your thumb toward your mother, "Mom, you’re awesome! You even managed to fool Zhao’er!"

You knew that Zhao’er never kept any secrets from you, but with just a few words from your mother, she was now covering for your mother, the two of them conspiring to keep you in the dark.

At this point, you couldn’t help but turn your gaze to the empty seat, where the Sen Luo Curse Mark slowly emerged in your eyes.

Under the scrutiny of the Sen Luo Eye, you still couldn’t see anything and turned back to look at Zhao’er, who was staring at the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table and said indifferently, "Hungry, let’s eat."

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