A Good Country Wife

Lin Yue looked at Jiang Wenshu, who had been thrown outside the courtyard, with a sense of schadenfreude. Look, it wasn’t just her who was powerless to resist Zhao Erhu’s "violence." Even a man like Jiang Wenshu was weak as a chick in Zhao Erhu’s hands. Too embarrassing. What use was such a man? She would definitely never fancy a pretty-boy.

Having lost face in front of so many people, Wenshu, with his scholarly pride, considered face a major issue and didn’t bother Lin Yue any further. He snorted and walked away, his belly full of fire, but his heart truly unwilling to let it go.

Lin Qing saw the plight of Wenshu and felt somewhat apologetic. After all, even though he hadn’t sided with Zhao Erhu, he did stand by his sister’s side. Wenshu had been his good friend for many years. Lin Qing saw him walking away and wanted to follow, but Lin Yue called out, "Brother, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. You’ve finally come to see me, and you haven’t even sat down inside. Have lunch at our house today."

"Little sister, I’m worried about Wenshu. I’d better go see if he’s alright so nothing happens." Lin Qing looked in the direction Wenshu left with considerable concern. Yet, here was his little sister pulling at him—she hadn’t treated him so warmly in a long time, calling him brother so affectionately. Lin Qing truly found it hard to leave.

"Brother, what’s there to worry about? Jiang Wenshu is not a child; he can take care of himself. If he can’t get over such a trifle, he would be narrow-minded. Don’t fret over nothing. In the end, he’s just a friend. What’s more important, a friend or your sister? Today, you’ve finally acknowledged Zhao Erhu as your brother-in-law. I have good dishes prepared for lunch, and Brother Jiang is here too. Let’s have a good meal together."

In Lin Yue’s view, Lin Qing had been led astray by Jiang Wenshu; naturally, she wanted them to stick together less. Wenshu seemed like no good at a glance—too many crooked thoughts and too full of himself. Such a person wasn’t a good associate.

Zhao Erhu was very tactful too. Of course, he wanted to win over the big brother-in-law, "Yeah, big brother, stay. Let’s have a good drink at lunchtime. This wine was brewed by my wife; it tastes better than what you can buy at the liquor shop. I’ll cook a few good dishes. We also have game we hunted in the mountains yesterday. If we stir-fry it with chili, it’s the best for accompanying alcohol."

"So Little Yueyue can brew wine too, tsk tsk, truly multi-talented. Today, I’ll also stay for lunch. Yueyue, the sauerkraut fish you made last time was so delicious. Make one for lunch today too," Jiang Ziqi took the liberty of ordering the dish for himself.

"Yes, yes. The young master is right. Miss Lin’s skills are indeed remarkable—no, I should say they are exceptional. Even the Imperial Chefs in the Imperial Palace can’t match the flavor of that sauerkraut fish."

Axin gave a big thumbs-up and praised enthusiastically. Hearing that Ziqi would stay at Zhao Erhu’s house for a meal, he was inwardly delighted. He had eaten there twice and knew that Miss Lin’s culinary skills were superb. No wonder the young master liked to visit Zhao Family’s village. Thinking of the sauerkraut fish mentioned by the young master, Axin salivated.