Chapter 354: The Potential to be a Crooked Businessman (1)_1
Grandma Fang’s heart sank suddenly, and she hurriedly said, "Qinqin forced it on me, and I didn’t dare to give the recipe to Hui Niang, so I came back to discuss it with you." Her voice grew softer as she spoke. She knew she shouldn’t have taken it, but we’re all family after all. We can’t just have superficial relations; by being close and affectionate, we can bring prosperity and good fortune to the family.
"You really are confused! Hui Niang has had an easy life, everything always going her way. Her own family caters to her, and now everyone else should too!? We haven’t interacted for so many years, Qinqin and the others have never heard about their little aunt from when they were young until now. Even if they’re relatives, they’re still distant! There’s no real connection of kinship, yet she has all these expectations. Qinqin doesn’t owe her anything, why should she indulge her!?" Old Scholar Fang berated Grandma Fang angrily.
Grandma Fang took his scolding without daring to speak.
Old Scholar Fang’s face was gloomy, "Don’t think that blood relations can’t be severed. If they truly couldn’t, the Pei family would have taken Sister Peiqin and her brother long ago!"
Grandma Fang dared not speak even more, only quietly asking, "So what do we do now? We surely can’t... really break ties with their family..."
Old Scholar Fang didn’t say a word, his eyebrows knitted tightly together, and he sighed thinking about how Pei Qin was unwilling to return the Jade Hairpin Shen Songming had given her. Qinqin would always need support in the future...
He picked up the recipe, crumpled it into a ball, and then called for Grandma Fang to accompany him to the town.
Fang Li wanted to drive the cart to take them, but Old Scholar Fang did not allow it, driving the cart himself.
Seeing the two of them out the door, Fang Li hurried back to the room to look for the torn-up kimchi recipe, but he couldn’t find it anywhere, which puzzled him. If it wasn’t torn up and thrown away, could it have been taken back to give to Pei Qin and the others!? With this thought, Fang Li slapped his thigh in regret. Last year, just those kimchis sold for over a hundred taels of silver, more than what he earned from two seasons of making pickled bamboo shoots. To just hand it over to his second sister’s family, Mother really did not think about her son, but was instead helping her married daughter earn money!