The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Chuxia’s eyes flickered when she heard what was said. Seeing Ye Zi’an still smiling at her, she didn’t ask any more questions and just served him some shrimp, "Whether you’ve lost weight or not, you need to eat more."

"Okay!"

Ye Zi’an smiled and after eating a few pieces of shrimp, he realized he couldn’t eat anymore.

Sitting next to Yangyang, Lele, with his keen observation, noticed something was off with Ye Zi’an.

He couldn’t help but break out in a sweat. It seemed like father couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. He had not expected that his younger brother would be the first to notice something wrong with father.

Yang Chuxia saw him chewing a single shrimp for a long time without swallowing and felt colder inside.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, she pushed forward the soup Yangyang had served him, "You’ve been eating shrimp every day lately in the Capital City, you must be tired of it by now. Have some soup instead, this is pigeon soup with ginseng added, drink more of it."

"Okay, thank you, my wife."

For a moment, the atmosphere around the table grew silent, and even Yangyang noticed it. Commandery Princess Dongyang also looked at Mu Shaoling with confusion.

After finishing the meal, everyone went back to their respective courtyards. It was the first time the two families had gathered together and did not chat after eating.

"Brother, do you think our beautiful father and mother are acting a bit strange?" Once back in their own courtyard, Yangyang asked Lele, pulling on his arm.

"What’s strange about them?" Lele’s eyes also flickered.

"They’re not strange?" Yangyang, kicking off his little shoes and slipping into the tiger-head slippers his mother had made for him, said, "Also, haven’t you noticed that our beautiful father has lost weight? He has definitely lost weight, why hasn’t mother mentioned it? Every time we lose weight, mother would go on and on about it for a long time."

"Yangyang!"

"Hmm?"

Seeing that Lele didn’t respond, Yangyang dragged his slippers over to him, only to find him with tears in his eyes, which scared Yangyang so much that he immediately dropped the cloth tiger he was holding and hugged Lele tightly.

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

"Brother!" Lele hugged him back and after a long time, he choked out, "Father is sick! We could very well be losing father!"

Upon hearing this, Yangyang was visibly startled but still comforted him, "If our beautiful father is sick, isn’t Uncle Shaoling there? He can heal him, right? How can we lose father? Don’t worry, brother, Uncle Shaoling is a very good doctor."

"Brother, Uncle Shaoling can’t cure father. He doesn’t know how to treat this kind of illness," Lele tightened his hold and added another sentence. "Father has contracted that strange illness from Shandong!"

"You’re talking nonsense!" Yangyang pushed him away forcefully. "I don’t believe it, I can’t lose our beautiful father, I want to ask our beautiful father!"

Yangyang ran very fast, and Lele hurriedly followed behind, thinking to himself that it was bad and wondering whether father had explained everything to mother.

But when he got outside, he froze. Yang Chuxia was standing outside their house, face to face with Yangyang.

"Mother, mom!" Lele called softly.

"Lele!" It was some time before Yang Chuxia’s voice came softly, causing Lele to shiver.

"Mother, it’s not that I didn’t tell you, father said you would be sad if you knew, and he wanted to see you smile. If you knew, you wouldn’t smile," Lele hurried to her side, pulling on her clothes as he spoke.

"Is that so?" Yang Chuxia murmured softly.

"Mother, I don’t want to be without a father, I don’t want to lose our beautiful father!" As soon as Yangyang heard this, he suddenly clung to Yang Chuxia’s legs and burst into loud sobs.

Yang Chuxia knelt down and held him tightly in her arms, but she forcibly held back her own tears, "There, there, don’t cry, don’t cry, your father will be alright, he will get better, he surely will."