C64

Mulberry's eyes drifted around. She wanted to take these delicious things home, but Mu Yiyang was still staying at the dead girl's house. What if he really decided not to raise her?

Mu Yun could not bear to part with the meat bowl in his hands, so he walked to the top of the stairs and shot a look at the Mulberry in the kitchen. What he wanted was the entire Mu Rousang family's property. Thinking of the ten acres of fertile land and the fat pigs and chickens at home, Mu Yun's heart started to thump hard. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

Mu Rousang stood at the door of the stove house, she did not know that Mu Yun was standing behind her, and was curious why the Mulberry did not go crazy, was he planning something? No, since when did Mulberry come to her house with Mu Yun? No matter what, she wasn't like the original owner, who would allow others to crush her as they pleased.

"Sang girl, are you making dumplings?" Mulberry's laughter was terrifying.

"Yes, Eldest Aunt." It was a pity that the dumplings couldn't be packed anymore. Mu Rousang would rather feed his own food to the dogs than to give it to these two wolf-hearted wolfdogs.

Mulberry acted as if he did not hear the coldness in her words, and shook the noodle bowl in his left hand: "How can you eat this little bit, I already said it, your family has fed so many eggs, how can you eat them. Yo, your family's foundation is really thick, only eggs are added to the flour, tsk, you are such a good kid, you know how to be filial to your elders."

Mu Yiyang who was standing in the courtyard finally realised. A half grown child might not be big, but it was not small either.

"Dad, mom, you guys aren't at home, why did you come to Sang's house today? Hurry up and go to the main hall to roast some fire!"

It was good that this was not mentioned, but Mu Rousang remembered that she always thought that firewood had smoke, and that the wood that was used at home was extremely good. Sigh, she sighed in her heart and thought that the new year was bad, and she really hated Mu Yun and Mulberry.

Mu Yiyang immediately pulled Mu Yun to the front of the hall using all his strength. Mulberry looked at the stove, if she stayed, wouldn't that mean she would help this damned girl wrap dumplings?

Mu Rousang used her small hands and noodles in a sickly state. It looked like she would not be able to save on lunch.

After Mu Yiyang coaxed his parents into the living room, he came to the stove room himself. Seeing Mu Rousang's listless face, he felt very ashamed in his heart, "Little Sang, I'm sorry, I didn't know that Father and Mother would come today."

"yang-ge is not your fault." Mu Rousang didn't even like this cousin of her, her tone was cold.

Mu Yiyang was a little depressed: "I'm sorry Little Sister Sang, please take more responsibility. I'll definitely be able to control Father and Mother in a few years."

"Alright, I won't say anymore. yang-ge, please help me make it better." She was not stingy with her dumplings, but Mu Yun and Mulberry were just two pieces of dog skin paste.

Mu Rousang sighed, and took out another twenty odd eggs from a jar under the cupboard and poured them into the flour, "Yi Yang, come again and mix them with each other, I will go and get some spring onion." No matter what, she wouldn't let her stomach suffer.

Mu Yiyang frowned as he looked at the big bowl of noodles. "Little Sang, why don't you ask my mother and Feng Jin to wrap it up together?"

"Up to you!" Mu Fengchai was one year younger than Mu Rousang, and she was already four years old.

"Clang!" A sound came from inside the house, Mu Rousang could not be bothered to pay attention to it, she turned from the side door of the kitchen to the vegetable patch at the back of the house.

Mu Yiyang felt that this parents were very embarrassed, after hearing the commotion, he put down the bowl in his hands and entered the living room: "Mother, what are you doing?"

So it turns out that Mu Fengchai wanted to drink water, but Mulberry was daydreaming and did not hear her. The little girl, seeing that her mother had ignored her, she climbed over to the table to pour water for herself.

The result was too many at once, the bowl fell from his hand, the water spilled on the books on the table, and then tumbled to the floor and broke.

Mu Yun raised his eyelids a little, it was none of his business, he continued to roast the fire, Mulberry scolded: "You damned girl, you don't know when to come and serve your own sister." Then, he sat beside the pyrethrum and continued to roast the fire.

When Mu Yiyang entered the living room, what he saw was this: "Mother, little sister broke the bowl, and you actually allowed her to pour the water herself."

He rushed over and grabbed the wet book on the table. Fortunately, the few pages outside were soaked. "Mother, how can you allow your sister to pour water over the table? See if it's all wet or not." The words on it were a bit blurry.

Mulberry just could not stand to see Mu Rousang doing well. As an elder, she had never enjoyed this much. She disdainfully curled her lips and said, "Anyway, it isn't your book. It just gets wet when it's not wet."

"Mother!" Mu Yiyang was so angry that his face was flushed red, he pointed to the book in his hand and said angrily: "This book is my son's current study!"

"What can I do if I'm already wet? Worse comes to worst, I can just ask that damned girl to buy another one." These words were as if the Mu Rousang family's silver was her family's, and Mu Rousang was just helping them take care of it.

"Mother!" Can't you be a little shameless! Rou Sang is my cousin, the daughter of my father's younger brother. Mu Yiyang had a headache. How could he get involved with such a pair of parents?

"So what if she's your cousin? This house has the surname 'Mu', this house has the surname 'Mu', everything in the family has the surname 'Mu'. She's going to marry someone in the future, so how can I give these things to her?" Mu Yun valued his sons and daughters greatly. In his heart, he did not care about his children, but there were still differences, because his sons were used to guard against old age.

Mu Yiyang really couldn't understand. Could it be that Little Sister Sang wasn't surnamed Mu, and even if she was surnamed Mu, she was still a property of her cousin's family, "Father, even so, is Little Sang not Third Uncle's daughter?

"Who knows!" Mu Yun's irresponsible reply was extremely harsh. It was a disrespect to the dead Mu Rousang's mother.

Mu Yiyang was so angry that he felt pain in his chest. He wanted to flick his sleeves and leave, but he was worried that his parents would bully his cute cousin again.

"Mother, bring the phoenix hairpin with you to wrap dumplings!" He didn't want to argue with his parents.

"What?!" "I ?" The Mulberry screamed, wanting to reject this chore. It was so comfortable to sit by the pyrethrum and wait for food.

Just as she started to speak, she was interrupted by Mu Yun's rough voice: "Why aren't you going? "You're a dead man, you want to starve me to death."

Until now, Mu Yiyang had faintly noticed that his parents were beyond terrible. A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart, "Mother, I'll go bring the noodle bowl and the meat stuffing over.

Mu Rousang stood at the back door and listened for a while, feeling extremely helpless in her heart. She didn't know whether she should hate Mu Yiyang, and even though she clearly knew that she didn't like the couple, she still allowed the two of them to come in and freeload off. Perhaps in Mu Yiyang's heart, these two were still his biological parents, and he couldn't truly open his mouth to chase the two away!

The moment Mu Yiyang entered the kitchen, he saw Mu Rousang washing spring onions. "Little Sang, I'll bring the things over. My mother and little sister will help wrap the dumplings together."

Help together? Mu Rousang looked at him with probing eyes. Forget it, how could she not understand Mu Yiyang's thoughts? She was stuck in a dilemma between the two of them and if she allowed him to work hard, would the two of them be able to improve themselves? Mu Rousang was willing to let the sun rise from the west.

"You damn girl, you're too lazy to even tell your elder brother to do anything. Do you even have any children in your eyes?"

When Mulberry came out from the living room, he saw that Mu Rousang's pink and tender face was like a fish that was stinging in eyes. If that damned girl had fed her phoenix hairpin to him, raising her white and fat body would be the same as going to Shangguan Family to enjoy wealth and prosperity.

Mu Rousang was extremely unhappy in her heart, "Oh, when Eldest Aunt was a senior, he also did things like a senior!"

Mulberry's face was completely disgraced by a little girl, especially in front of his own children. His face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot, "Your mother, you little BIAO who has no mother, why don't you go and die!"

This was obviously unreasonable. Mu Rousang really wanted to grab a broom and sweep her out of the house. But if she really did that, then she must have left her heart with Mu Yiyang.

"Mom, can you stop talking? Sister Sang is still young, it's only right for me to be your assistant. Mother, please stop messing around, I taught you a lot of things."

Mu Yiyang was also furious in his heart. His mother was really confused, if he offended Little Sang, he would definitely not be able to read any of her books.

"You damned girl. Why didn't you die from holding on? A bastard with a broken heart! You urged your elder brother to learn to be a bad person! You bastard, why didn't you die?!"

Mulberry was very jealous of Mu Rousang. Looking at her dress, her entire body was made of muslin, only wealthy people could wear such clothes, this damned girl must have a lot of silver inside.

"Hmph, what does my death have anything to do with you? It's not like you're my biological mother. Also, yang-ge, was I the one who urged you to do this? " Mu Rousang's words had obviously turned cold.

Oh no, Mu Yiyang hated his mother to death now, "Mother, stop messing around, your father is still waiting for you to eat hot dumplings!"

"If you don't want to eat, then please leave! The door is there. " Mu Rousang stared at Mulberry coldly and pointed to the door of the courtyard.

However, he was still too young, so when his cold gaze fell on Mulberry, it had a limit. Thinking about Mu Yun's fist, Mulberry could only endure this rage in his heart.

She didn't want to wrap dumplings in the kitchen. It was snowing heavily, so wouldn't she turn him into an ice cube?

As the three of them entered the hall, Mu Rousang, who was at the very back, glanced at Mu Yun in disdain. He had a large man sitting calmly by the side of the pyrethrum, with a small tea table at the side.

Looking at the undesirable people in this room, Mu Rousang stood at the entrance, feeling anxious.

"You damned girl, why aren't you coming over to help? You want to sit and wait for something to eat? Let's see if you have that rich life of yours!" Seeing Mu Rousang standing at the door like a young miss, it was as if she was stabbed in the heart.

Mu Yun ignored the noise of a room full of people sitting and humming a song, the suspicions in his heart slowly grew, and looking at Mu Yun, he looked like he was thinking about spring! Thinking of spring? How is this possible? Who dares to pick on him? Then, she secretly sized up Mulberry who was unwillingly making dumplings. Could it be that she did not know or had guessed wrongly?

Mu Rousang kept feeling that something was wrong with Mu Yun today. Forget it, every family would sweep the snow from their doors, who would bother about others adding to the snow, did she have nothing better to do?

"Little sister, this meat cannot be eaten raw!"

Mu Yiyang reached out his hand to stop the small hand that was standing at the side, ready to steal some food.

"Wa, mom, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat! Didn't you say that this lowly bastard only has meat to eat at home? "Mom, I want to eat meat. Bro, mom said that everything in this house belongs to my family, so why can't I eat it?"

Mu Rousang stretched out her small hand and touched her little heart. She mustn't be angry, if she wasn't angry, the Mulberry would definitely be angry.

Sure enough, when Mulberry saw her relaxed appearance, he immediately pointed at her and shouted, "You suicidal bitch, is your heart made of ice? Hurry up and get some food for your sister. Mu Laoban, open your eyes and look. Your family's damned girl is disrespectful to her elders.

Oh my god! She lowered her head and smiled as she wiped away the cold light from her eyes, then raised her tender little face and smiled: "Eldest Aunt, your words are too unreasonable, how could I not respect the elders, how could I not treat my cousin nicely?