The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man
Chapter 1252 - Chapter 1252 1252 asking for monthly tickets

Chapter 1252: 1252 asking for monthly tickets Chapter 1252: 1252 asking for monthly tickets “Chuan instructed me to look after you,” she said.

“I’m just helping out.”

Qinghe slightly slanted the corner of his mouth, “Take the stuff back, a few days ago Zhang Shun in the village slaughtered a pig, and I bought twenty jin of pork.

Yesterday, Zhang Shun delivered it to me, and since Qingyue bought over a hundred jin of flour before we divided the family, I still have over thirty jin left, barely eaten any, so I’m not short of food for the New Year.”

“It’s just bringing something over for the New Year visit, I can’t take it back,” Zhou Fuquan insisted, waving his hands repeatedly.

“Well, wait a moment.” Xiao Qinghe took the basket in one hand and maneuvered the wheelchair with the other to the kitchen.

When he came out, the two jin of pork and ten eggs in the basket had been taken out, replaced with a dried chicken and five jin of flour.

Zhou Fuquan and his wife stepped into the yard, and Qinghe handed the basket over to them.

“Qinghe, what are you doing?” Zhou Fuquan was slightly displeased.

“It’s nothing, it’s the New Year after all, take something for Fuwa to eat.

The flour is still from what Qingyue bought before, and the dried chicken is from the game that Second Brother hunted up the mountain a while back, it’s been cured but never cooked,” he said with a smile.

“I ought to return the favor, so don’t refuse it.”

Zhou Fuquan was aware that Chuan and the others hadn’t come back and asked with concern, “Do you have enough food at home for the New Year?”

“Plenty.”

“Alright then.” Zhou Fuquan accepted the basket.

“Qinghe, are you feeling alright?

That Li Rong’er hit you hard with the stick just now…”

“I’m fine.

I’m a doctor myself and I know my own condition,” he replied.

Fuquan was still worried, “Chuan and I have been good brothers since childhood, and I’m like half a brother to you as well.

You’ve got to let me know if there’s anything you need.”

He nodded faintly.

Zhou Fuquan and his wife gave a few more instructions and then left.

It wasn’t until they had gone that Xiao Qinghe closed the courtyard door, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his arms covered in bruises from the beating.

He lifted his clothes, revealing several more bruises across his chest.

“What are you staring at?

Stare all you want, you’re still a cripple who can’t stand up for life!”

“With that pathetic look of yours, you’ll always be a parasite living off others…”

Li Rong’er’s scornful and disdainful words kept echoing in his ears.

He clenched his teeth.

Looking at the empty yard, today was the New Year, and he hadn’t expected to be all alone, let alone have this happen.

Over and over in his mind, he told himself he wasn’t a waste, he wasn’t!

Even though it was daytime, his heart felt as though it would never see the sun again, colder than the snow piled up in the courtyard.

Thinking of Qingyue’s voice and smile, the corners of his lips curved upwards.

…

In the town’s ‘haunted house.’

It could no longer be called a haunted house.

Not only had the original house been taken down, but the new one was also now halfway built.

In the kitchen, Su Qingyue was personally wrapping dumplings while Xiao Yuchuan chopped up pork on the kitchen stove’s cutting board.

After chopping the pork into mince, he mixed in some green onions, salt, and chopped ginger to make the filling.

Su Qingyue rolled the dough into dumpling wrappers, placed a bit of the filling on each, and quickly pinched them into dumplings with practiced motions.

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“Wife, the dumplings you make are so pretty,” Xiao Yuchuan remarked as he pinched a dumpling and compared it.

“Why don’t mine look as good as yours?”

“Because I’m prettier than you.”

He chuckled, “No matter how pretty, you’re still my wife.”

Su Qingyue looked out the kitchen window, where snowflakes had begun to drift down again, “I wonder what Fourth Brother is doing at this moment?

We didn’t go home for the New Year; he must be very sad.”

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