The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Uncle Dayong!" "Uncle Dayong!"

"Hey, Brother An is getting more and more imposing."

"Uncle Dayong, you’re jesting again." Yang Dayong and Ye Zi’an playfully exchanged punches, looking rather close.

"Xiaxia, am I going to be a grandfather again?" Yang Dayong glanced at Yang Chuxia, couldn’t help but break a sweat. He clearly wasn’t that old, so how had he become a grandfather?

"Yes!"

"Xiaxia, congratulations, you’re a mother again." This voice came from behind Yang Dayong; it was Shen Qiu, "I heard from Dayong that you came home, so I came to see you."

Yang Chuxia had wanted to ask him what exactly was going on between him and Shen Qiu, and how Shen Qiu had saved him, but she didn’t expect Shen Qiu to come along.

"Long time no see." Yang Chuxia said indifferently.

She didn’t have a particularly good impression of Shen Qiu, nor did she have much to say, merely making lukewarm conversation.

On the other hand, Yang Dayong and Ye Zi’an were chatting merrily.

For a while, there was a bit of awkwardness as Yang Chuxia and Shen Qiu sat facing each other.

It was Little Yangyang who ran over and dissolved the awkwardness.

"Mother..."

"Why aren’t you playing with Little Uncle anymore?" Yang Chuxia just scratched his little head.

Yangyang hummed, "I guess, Little Uncle probably finds me too noisy. He only plays with Brother, hmph, I don’t want to play with him either. I’m going to find my beautiful aunt to play with."

Following his gaze, Yang Chuxia indeed saw Yang Qingkang and Lele together; both children were of a similar temperament, the quiet type.

But Yangyang was indeed self-aware, "You know you’re noisy, why don’t you speak less then?"

"Can’t do that, mother, aside from eating, isn’t my mouth made for talking? And I’m not eating right now, if I don’t talk, what else can I do?"

For a moment, Yang Chuxia was left speechless.

"Xiaxia, is this your son? He’s grown so much?" Shen Qiu looked on with envy, pure admiration. If she had been married, her child would have been this big by now.

Alas, it was all because of that damned County Governor, if not for him, she wouldn’t have been so miserable.

"Mm, this is Second, Yangyang, call her Aunt."

Upon hearing this, Yangyang immediately cried out loud, "Another Aunt? Mother, don’t you have any beautiful sisters that I don’t have to call Aunt? If they’re all Aunts, they’re all my elders, how will I get married then?"

"Stop messing around and greet the person," Yang Chuxia said, amused yet helpless as she pinched his small face.

"Mother, let go, let go, you’re squishing my face out of shape." Once Yang Chuxia released her hand, he rubbed his handsome face, "Indeed, now that I have a little sister, this cute little son of mine will have to step aside."

He sighed and then approached Shen Qiu, giving a bow, "Aunt, hello, my name is Ye Haoyang."

Upon hearing this name, Shen Qiu was again taken aback. That was a name personally bestowed by the Emperor, such an honor.

"Aunt?" Seeing her lost in thought, Yangyang called out again.

"Ah, Yangyang, right, such a good boy."

After exchanging a few words, Shen Qiu was struck dumb again, thinking that she would never surpass Yang Chuxia in her lifetime, not herself, nor her future children.

But fortunately, she was about to marry Yang Dayong. Yang Dayong was a good man, and there was no mother-in-law to serve in his home. Although he had a son and a nephew, what did that matter? The Yang Family was not short on money; they wouldn’t miss the expense of two more people’s food and drink. Especially since marrying Yang Dayong would make her an elder to Yang Chuxia, from this perspective, she would still be one step above Yang Chuxia.