A car accident, our family of three crossed

After asking Chu Yi how many people he needed to cook for, Song Ning began to prepare.

"What's wrong with you just now? You were so sarcastic." She was referring to Hang Shuheng's sarcasm just now.

"I feel sorry for you and can't bear to see you being wronged."

"I don't feel wronged, you childish boy, come over and make a fire." Song Ning scolded him, turned around, and smiled with her pursed lips.

In the yard, the two brothers squatted facing each other, with a basin of water between them.

The two looked down at their faces reflected in the water, then looked up at each other's big painted faces, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Sixth brother, your face looks like that of an opera singer."

"How good do you think you are? Your face is even uglier than that wild cat I shot this morning."

After the two of them finished their verbal fight, they started to fight for a basin of water for a long time. After they finally washed their faces, someone knocked on the door outside the yard.

"Uncle Hengzi, are you home?"

Hearing this, Hang Shuheng and Song Ning came out of the kitchen. They could hear the noise of fighting and quarreling just now, but now the yard was empty and so quiet that it seemed as if no one had ever been there.

The door was opened, and outside were the brothers Shuisheng and Mudun.

"Uncle Hengzi, Auntie, the bathtub has been delivered to you. Where do you want to put it? I'll help you move it in."

Shuisheng was pulling an ox cart with a large bathtub on top.

There have been so many things going on these days that if Shuisheng hadn't delivered it to their door today, they would have forgotten about ordering the bathtub.

"Why did you bring it here in person? Just put it in the yard first. We need to wash it later." Song Ning made way for them to come in.

"Okay!" Shuisheng was young, but he was very strong and he easily moved the heavy-looking bathtub down.

"It should have been delivered two days ago, but it happened to rain, so I didn't deliver it until today when the weather cleared up."

"Thank you for your hard work. You can take a rest first. I will go get the silver."

Song Ning was about to go back to the house, but Shuisheng stopped him immediately.

"No, no, auntie, no, Uncle Hengzi gave me a lot of ideas a few days ago, which are very useful to me. This bathtub can't compare to those valuable suggestions."

"How can this be? Let's put things in perspective. The money must be paid."

"Okay, okay." Shuisheng scratched his hair, glanced at Hang Shuheng, and said hesitantly: "If, if you must give money, can you change it to a suggestion from Uncle Hengzi..."

"This……"

Song Ning didn't expect him to say that. She knew that Hang Shuheng had given him some suggestions that day, which might really be of great help to him. She turned around and asked for Hang Shuheng's opinion.

"You kid, you're such a smart bastard." Hang Shuheng pointed at his head, looking both amused and helpless.

"Thief, smart?" These new words made Shuisheng confused.

"Your uncle Hengzi is praising you for being smart." Song Ning explained with a smile.

"Okay, since he insists on not taking the money, forget it." Hang Shuheng said to Song Ning, and then he looked at Shuisheng, "I'll go to your house later, and then we can talk in detail."

"Okay! Okay!" Shuisheng got a positive answer, and was so happy that his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He smiled foolishly for a long time before saying, "Then we'll leave first. Uncle Hengzi, Auntie, you guys get busy."

Just after seeing off the Shuisheng brothers, I turned around and saw the two people who had just disappeared appear in the yard as if nothing had happened, as if they had disappeared out of thin air and reappeared out of thin air.

Chu Shisan came over, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Sister-in-law, where do you put this? Let me help you move it!"

He is relatively young, so he feels no pressure calling her sister-in-law.

"Thank you! But let's leave it here for now. When I have time, I'll clean it up and move it into the house."

As soon as Song Ning finished speaking, Hang Shuheng began to order people around without any courtesy. He raised his chin towards the firewood room and said, "If you have strength but nowhere to use it, go and chop that pile of firewood."

Chu Shisan looked at the pile of firewood outside the woodshed and walked over without saying a word.

Song Ning gave Hang Shuheng a teasing look. He really dared to order him around.

Hang Shuheng smiled in response, saying without hesitation: "Free labor is a waste if not used. Otherwise, they will leave in a few days and we will have to do the work ourselves. Well, it's getting late, let's go cook first!"

Chu Shisan's axe hit him crookedly and nearly chopped off his toes. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked back at their backs. He always felt that the man didn't seem to like him very much.

"Chop it well!" Chu Liu was holding a grass root in his mouth, watching the excitement with a gloating look on his face.

But he didn't show off for long. Hang Shuheng paused as he passed by him and said, "You, come in and chop the meat."

In the study, Chu Rui asked Chu Yi to serve him some tea. Naturally, the noise outside could not escape their ears.

"Oh! You really never let go of any grudge." He shook his head and chuckled.

"That kid Thirteen deserves to be punished." Chu Yi put down the cup and continued.

Chu Liu also did not escape the fate of being ordered around. He chopped the prey into the shapes Song Ning wanted. It was a strenuous job, but it was easy for those who practiced martial arts.

There were a lot of ingredients, and Song Ning planned to steam, boil, stew and braise them all. Fortunately, when Song Xiucai had someone build the stove, he built two stove chambers. Cooking in two stove chambers at the same time could save a lot of time.

But it was really uncomfortable to go through so much hardship in the hot summer, and Song Ning's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Chu Liu sat on a low stool at the kitchen door. He turned around and saw a woman stir-frying food between two pots in the kitchen. The man carefully wiped the woman's sweat with a handkerchief. The woman accepted it calmly and responded with a gentle smile.

He felt like he was force-fed something...

The delicious aroma from the kitchen could not be covered up. Chu Shisan had dropped the half-chopped firewood at some point and was now leaning on the kitchen door frame, his eyes almost glued to the pot.

"Hey, hey! Can you please control that expression on your face? You're drooling almost on the ground. Aren't you ashamed?" Chu Liu said with disgust.

Although the smell of the food was indeed tempting, he really couldn't do such a shameful thing.

Chu Shisan subconsciously pursed his lips and touched his chin. Fortunately, it was okay! He retracted his reluctant look.

"Sixth brother, don't you think it smells good? It smells so good!" He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The two of them stood guarding the kitchen door like door gods, one on each side, tormented and enduring the temptation of delicious food, their stomachs rumbling as expected.

"Sixth brother, I'm hungry." Chu Shisan said softly while rubbing his stomach.

Chu Liu did not respond, but was leaning against the door frame with his eyes closed and dozing off.

Who isn’t hungry…

Finally, as Chu Shisan looked back countless times, Song Ning lifted the lid of the pot and told Hang Shuheng to turn off the fire. Finally, a big pot of stewed meat came out of the oven.

Chu Shisan once again transformed himself into a sloth, hanging on the door frame, his mouth continuously secreting saliva, which he could never swallow completely.

Hang Shuheng considerately helped Song Ning take off her apron and wiped her sweat. "Go back to the room and have a rest. I'll bring the meal in later."

Song Ning didn't act pretentiously and nodded in agreement.

She couldn't help laughing as she looked at Chu Shisan. The funny behavior of this young man always made her laugh.

Chu Shisan's entire mind was on the pot, so he had no time to pay attention to his image. It was Chu Liu who pulled him down from the door frame.

"The meal is ready, please send it to your master quickly!" She said with a smile, and carefully explained which dishes were suitable for people with injuries and which were not.

After giving the instructions, Song Ning left the kitchen. A gentle breeze happened to blow, and the room felt a lot cooler.