The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Forget it, let’s not talk about them anymore, a family’s troubles." Ms.Wang said as she spread out the blanket and added, "It’s late, we should sleep early and visit your granduncle tomorrow."

"Sigh, I know. How is granduncle’s health?"

"Quite robust."

The mother and daughter chatted briefly before going to sleep.

The next day, as soon as Yang Chuxia reached the front hall, the whole family was already up.

She saw Lele and Yangyang distributing gifts to everyone.

"Handsome Uncle One, Handsome Uncle Two, these are your bookmarks," Yang Chuxia observed as Yang Qingrui and his brother each held a calligraphy brush gifted by Lele.

"Yangyang, you bought a ton, and you’re only giving me a bookmark?" Yang Qingtong teased him.

But the little guy tilted his head up and said, "Uncle, you can’t be greedy. Gifts should be one per person, how could you want two?"

"But don’t you like us a lot? If you like someone, you should give them a little more, right?"

Yangyang seemed to consider this reasonable, so he dug out some xuan paper from the pile of gifts and first extended it to Yang Qingtong. Yang Qingtong’s hand was already reaching out when Yangyang drew the paper back.

"Yangyang, don’t be so stingy. You’re not giving it to me, are you?"

"Of course not!" Yangyang replied, "I just wanted to tell you that my ’Pretty Dad’ is my most, most, most favorite. You have to realize I gave gifts to you and Handsome Uncle One first, so I still like you guys."

"Pfft..." Yang Qingtong felt stumped, why did it sound like he was jealous of his brother-in-law.

Yang Qingrui, on the other hand, calmly accepted the xuan paper Yangyang gave him.

After the uncles finished receiving their gifts, Yangyang took out two walnuts made of cliff cypress wood, "Grandpa, these are for you."

"Grandma, this is for you." He gave Ms.Wang a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads.

"Yangyang, there are only a few of us, how did you buy so much?" Yang Qingrui looked at his little box filled with all sorts of items—silk flowers, bronze mirrors, hairpins—truly a bit of everything.

Lele, however, was more straightforward, buying gifts only for the Yang Family and the few children, not as complicated as Yangyang’s assortment.

Hearing this, Yangyang rolled his eyes and said haughtily, "I have several grandpas and grandmas, these are for them."

"Alright, you have a point!"

"Let’s look at the gifts after breakfast; come on, let’s go eat," Ms.Wang said with a smile, she twirled the Buddhist beads around her wrist a few times and also put on the plain silver bracelet Lele gave her, then took the two kids to the dining room.

"Grandma, did you make breakfast too?" Lele asked.

"Yes, Lele. Do you like eating grandma’s cooking?"

"I like it, grandma’s cooking is delicious." Lele nodded obediently.

Yangyang followed by saying, "It’s even better than what my mom makes." He said it in a quieter voice, and fearing his mom would hear, he looked back only to see Yang Chuxia smiling at him; he quickly turned away, patting his chest with a frightened expression.

Yang Chuxia chuckled, "Yangyang, mom heard you. She heard you say that grandma’s cooking is better than mom’s."

Then Yangyang suddenly drooped his head, turned around gloomily and said, "Mom, you could pretend not to hear that. By being so direct, you’ll lose me as a good friend."

"Haha..."

Yang Qingtong laughed heartily, "Oh my sister, he really is a treasure, hilarious."

"This Little Yangyang is indeed quite amusing."