Chapter 327: What Will Become of This Child?
Mother Xu was leaning over Dezi’s bed, sobbing unrestrainedly, not noticing that Dezi’s lips were so dry from coughing until Shirley came over and moistened them with a damp cloth.
"You, you finally came back, but you still can’t bear to leave your son behind, huh? Let me tell you, go ahead and get remarried, go find another man if that’s what you want. Dezi is my grandson from the Xu Family, he bears the Xu surname. Don’t even think about taking him away. I know all about it, that man of yours has just an old hag for a mother, and they don’t even have a child, thinking they can just pick up our fully raised grandson to look after them in their old age, pah, keep dreaming!"
"You shameless old hag, malice pouring out of every pore! Who are you calling old and dying? If you don’t have a mirror, use a pot of piss and take a good look at your own wrinkled orange-peel face before you go criticizing others. I have already said, my caring for Dezi is to fulfill our mother-son bond. Once he’s discharged from the hospital, we’ll see if I take care of him. As for picking up your ready-made grandson, don’t even dream about it. My future husband is wealthy and wouldn’t mind spending on your grandson’s food and clothing. Besides, Old Qian and I are young, and it would be no trouble to have seventeen or eighteen children. As for this eldest grandson of yours, you can keep him. You’ll be the one putting the first incense on the grave during the Qingming and Hanshi festivals."
Shirley, seeing that Dezi was alright, sat to the side and knitted, completely ignoring Mother Xu.
Mother Xu hadn’t had a drop of water or a bite of food all day and was now famished.
At that moment, Chengwang entered the room, holding a lunch box and a thermos.
"Shirley, you must be hungry. Mom made your favorite stir-fried celery with shredded pork, potato slices, and steamed rolls made from mixed grains. There’s also a bowl of millet porridge. Eat it while it’s hot."
Upon opening the lunch box and thermos, a delicious aroma wafted through the room. Shirley placed her half-finished knit sweater on Dezi’s bed and took the packed lunch box.
"Why have you dished out so much meat for me? Aren’t you and Big Aunt going to eat?"
"We made plenty. We also stewed eggs for Daya and Xiao Ya, the kids love them. Tomorrow, Mom said she’ll make stir-fried eggs with green onions and braised pig’s trotters for you. My mother’s cooking skills are top-notch. In the future, just tell her whatever you want to eat."