Chapter 71 - Chapter 71: Rare Guest

Chapter 71: Rare Guest

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Xiaoxiao shook her head. “But Brother, don’t you blame me for being disrespectful to Second Aunt?”

Ning Dalang said without thinking, “I’m just worried that you’ll hurt when you’re injured.”

Xiaoxiao hugged her brother’s waist. “Big Brother is so good!”

Ning Dalang froze. His arm stopped in midair for a while before he put it down and patted her shoulder. “How old are you? Why are you still acting coyly?”

Xiaoxiao snuggled in his arms. “I’m Brother’s younger sister no matter how old I am.”

A wind blew, hiding the moon behind the clouds and covering Ning Dalang’s current expression.

Life in the Ning Family seemed to have returned to normal. Xiaoxiao handed the food compensation to Madam Song in front of Ning Fengnian and started to happily prepare her daily meals.

The designs of the Ruyi Clothing Shop had already been completed, but she would still bring Madam Song’s embroidery over from time to time.

Shopkeeper Liu had a strong career woman persona at the beginning, but later on, she started bickering with Xiaoxiao despite her age. She vaguely had the intention of becoming friends with her.

The restaurant’s business was still going on, but Xiaoxiao calculated the time when the second branch knew about their business and felt that it was about time.

As expected, the second day after Second Aunt Ning tried to hit someone, the first branch received a “rare guest” in this dilapidated courtyard.

The sun was shining brightly today. Madam Song was drying the bedding in the courtyard and doing embroidery. Another embroidery piece was about to take shape. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

When she heard the knock on the door, Madam Song calculated the time and felt that it was time for Ning Fengnian and Xiaoxiao to return. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she saw Second Uncle Ning. Second Uncle Ning had not appeared since Ning Fengnian was seriously injured and unconscious. It was said that Second Uncle Ning went out early and returned late every day to work.

The latter placed his hands behind his back and sauntered into the courtyard. Madam Song frowned and went forward to pack up the embroidery.

Second Uncle Ning’s gaze swept across the familiar drawing, but he also seemed to inadvertently glance at Madam Song’s still slender figure despite several pregnancies. Madam Song turned around and met his unpleasant gaze. She walked into the house unhappily with the needle and thread.

“Second Brother, sit for a while. Your Big Brother will be back soon.”

Second Uncle Ning responded, but he took a few steps.

“Second Uncle? Why are you here?” Xiaoxiao, who had returned with the fish basket, narrowed her eyes. Why did she feel that Second Uncle was secretly following behind her mother just now?

When she saw the embroidery in Madam Song’s arms, her first reaction was to help her mother hide the designs.

However, Second Uncle Ning’s main goal today was actually the pickled vegetable jars of various sizes at the foot of the wall. He suppressed his temper and drank a glass of plain water. He sat for a while and only said when Ning Fengnian returned, “I heard that Dalang and Erlang have become successful recently. They can even earn money for the family?”

Ning Fengnian laughed. “It’s just the children messing around. However, the sour bamboo shoots were made by Xiaoxiao.”

Second Uncle Ning pretended not to hear the pride in his tone and ignored the latter half of the sentence. So what if it was Ning Xiaoxiao who made it? She was a girl, and… Hmph. Anyway, how much money the first branch had in the future had nothing to do with that girl.

Ning Dalang and Ning Erlang also returned one after another. Second Uncle Ning beat around the bush and asked how much they had sold. After a long time, he finally mentioned their supply to the Fragrance Restaurant. “Brother, the seedlings are growing and we will have to start transplanting soon. Although you’re in good health, you can’t be too tired.”

He rubbed his hands and said in a “I’m doing this for your own good” tone, “I’m thinking that I’m almost done with my short-term job.. Why don’t 1 help you make sour bamboo shoots?”