Chef Hua-Chapter 568 - 304

Meng Yuhuai unconsciously frowned.

Things that Hua Xiaomai could think of were naturally even clearer in his heart, and he guessed that explaining to Old Madam Meng would be troublesome, yet the matter was not easy to resolve.

If Tang Maolin had blatantly sought him out, hoping to find a job at the new house’s construction site to earn some money, he might have come up with many excuses to refuse. But his uncle, without any notice, joined the craftsmen who had taken the job and surreptitiously turned up; he had already been working at the site for over half a month. According to Cheng Yong, he hadn’t made any mistakes. If he now turned him away without any reason, wouldn’t he be cruelly cutting off his own relative’s livelihood?

The relationships between relatives are indeed much more difficult to manage than all the miscellaneous affairs in the Escort Agency!

He had initially not wanted Hua Xiaomai to worry about this issue, but today she had inadvertently stumbled upon it. He didn’t know what to say for a moment. After a long pause, he spoke slowly with some difficulty, "I think, my uncle’s family might be having a hard time too. He’s not without temper, considering the serious dispute we had with them before. If he had any other way, he probably wouldn’t be so insistent on earning money from our family..."

Having a hard time? How could they be having a hard time? Is that a joke?

Hua Xiaomai couldn’t help feeling a mix of laughter and tears.

Initially, when they had driven Tang Maolin’s family away, Meng Yuhuai had given them some money, not much, just a few taels. Although it wasn’t enough for big expenses, it was enough for the family to live comfortably for half a year. As long as Tang Maolin was willing to work seriously, how could their life not go on?

If it were up to Hua Xiaomai, just based on the heart-wrenching words that Tang Maolin had said in front of Old Madam Meng, she could have justifiably driven him away without leaving any face. But... after all, Tang Maolin was Meng Yuhuai’s uncle. In these times, public opinion could be crushing; how could she allow her own husband to bear the reputation of being "unjust"?

Sighing, she reached out to gently rub Meng Yuhuai’s shoulder and said reluctantly in a low voice, "Alright, alright, I know it’s hard for you being caught in the middle. For now, we can only be a bit more tight-lipped and not let my mother-in-law find out about this, so as not to upset her. As for uncle, since I don’t get along with him, I won’t go and greet him. You have Cheng Yong look into the details, and when you have time, you should also check in more often. Making sure the new house is being built securely and smoothly, that’s the main concern."

Fortunately, Old Madam Meng was very busy these days, having to supervise the ten women shelling crabs at the shop every day. She should not have the time to specifically visit the new house... right?

Meng Yuhuai also knew that her words already amounted to a big retreat. While grateful, he also felt somewhat guilty, and thinking of Old Madam Meng, even more so. He took his little wife’s hand and gently caressed it in his, remaining silent for a long time.

Hua Xiaomai then asked, "By the way, do you know where my uncle, aunt, and cousin are now living in the city?"

"I didn’t ask," Meng Yuhuai replied dully, shaking his head. "Neither you nor mother wishes to associate with them; what’s the use of asking?"

Hua Xiaomai nodded in agreement and didn’t inquire further.

Both felt that the matter was very troubling and didn’t want to dwell on it any longer. Sitting in silence for a while and seeing that it was getting late, they could only go to bed and rest for the night without another word.

...

It was unclear whether it was due to good luck or something else, but Old Madam Meng, busy as she was day after day, had not discovered that Tang Maolin had been working and earning money at the new house she was building. For a long time, the Meng Family’s life was very peaceful.

The weather grew colder day by day, and winter had finally come to Fire Knife Village.

With her pregnancy approaching seven months, Hua Xiaomai felt heavy and walking became gradually less convenient. Moving between home and Daoxiang Garden every day, she inevitably felt some strain.

Everything else was bearable, but the most troublesome was her feet which easily swelled. Especially every night before bed, they puffed up like buns, leaving a depression with a press of a finger. On bad days, she couldn’t even fit into her shoes.

Old Madam Meng could do nothing but curse for a while, yet her hands remained busy. It took her five to seven days to make two new pairs of shoes for her, padding them with a thick layer of cotton. They had a strong sole, yet stepping into them was still very soft, much more comfortable than before indeed.

"It should have been you making shoes for me, but everything at our house seems to have been turned upside-down!" Old Madam Meng stuffed the shoes into her hands indignantly and snapped, "Knowing your own condition, you should rest at home peacefully. Do you think Daoxiang Garden can’t operate without you?"

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