"I sacrificed so much for you. I didn't even come back for the funeral when my eldest brother died. I was kicked out of the house by my parents and brothers."

"Now, I beg you to help me take care of my daughter, give her a bowl of food every day, and say a few words to her,"

"I have such a small request, can't you satisfy me?" Yang Hualin asked.

Qian still looked embarrassed.

But in the end, he nodded: "Okay, starting from tomorrow, I will go over to see her after cooking the meal at noon, or let Yongbai deliver it to her, what do you think?"

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Yang Hualin smiled happily, picked up the chopsticks again and started eating the supper.

Pour half of the peanuts into Qian's bowl.

"I will work harder to make money from now on, and I will give it to Fu'er Niang for you to keep! Come, eat, eat, eat!"

Mr. Qian smiled and nodded, and the couple ate their supper.

The next day, at noon, Mrs. Qian prepared lunch and fed Fu'er, who was nearly two months old.

He told Yang Yongbai to watch Fu'er at home while he went into the village to deliver food to Yang Ruolan.

Along the way, we met many villagers who came to have lunch from their workers.

Carrying farm tools, leading the old cow, shouting five and six.

Qian lowered her eyebrows and tried her best to avoid the scrutiny of those people. She walked through the bustling village and went straight to the courtyard of Lao Chen's house.

There was a lot of noise everywhere, but in this courtyard, it was as if it had been forgotten by the world, and it was deathly quiet.

"Girl Lan, are you in the house?"

Mrs. Qian entered the courtyard and shouted into the hall as she walked towards the door.

No one paid any attention to her.

Qian stood in the yard, a little embarrassed.

At this time, in the courtyard on the other side of the wall, a woman poked her head.

"Hey, isn't this the Qian family? Are you looking for Lan Yatou?"

That woman was a character in the village who was similar to Mrs. Liu, a mistress who would sniff out any signs of trouble.

When Qian saw the woman, she smiled shyly.

And he raised the rice bowl in his hand: "I'm here to bring some food to Girl Lan. Sister-in-law, do you know that Girl Lan is in the house?"

The woman's eyes were looking at the bowl in Qian's hand, and a flash of gossip flashed in her eyes.

Then he glanced at the closed door of Lao Chen's house, "It must be in the house. Before I had a bowl of tea, I saw Miss Lan going to the toilet!"

"Oh, thank you sister-in-law. I'll go in and take a look."

Mrs. Qian thanked her, went straight to the door of the main room with the bowl in hand, and pushed it with her hand.

The door to the main room was actually ajar, and Qian came in directly.

"Lan'er... oh, you are here, why don't you respond to me? You scared me!"

Qian had just closed the door to the main room, turned around, and saw Yang Ruolan standing at the door of the west room wearing a white sleeping robe with disheveled hair.

The doors and windows in the house were closed tightly. It was noon and the sun couldn't shine in. It was dark and overcast.

Yang Ruolan gave Qian a cold look and asked angrily: "Why are you here? You are not welcome here, get out!"

Qian said: "I don't want to come either. It's your father who feels sorry for you and insists that I come to give you food for your stuttering."

When she heard that food was being delivered, Yang Ruolan realized that she had not eaten for three meals.

My stomach suddenly felt like it was stirring.

She glanced at the bowl in Qian's hand and swallowed.

Qian curled his lips, walked to the table, and put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Come on, come and eat. Don't be pretentious when you're hungry."

Yang Ruolan still couldn't resist the instinctive trend and sat down at the table.

"Why is this all there? There's not even a piece of meat, how can I eat it?"

Seeing a few pieces of radish and a handful of pickles in the bowl, Yang Ruolan's eldest daughter lost her temper.

Mr. Qian sneered: "It would be nice to have hot meals and dishes to eat. Your father and I can't even afford these!"

Seeing Yang Ruolan still sitting there with a frown on her face, Qian said: "I'm not your biological mother. If you want to eat, you can eat it. If you don't eat, you'll be knocked down. I'm too lazy to serve you!"

After saying that, he reached out to clear away the dishes, but Yang Ruolan stopped him.

"Who asked you to accept it? I didn't say I wouldn't eat it!"

Yang Ruolan glared at Mr. Qian, grabbed her chopsticks and ate it frantically.

He was gobbling it down like a hungry ghost reincarnated, which made Mr. Qian look with contempt on his face.

In this way, Qian delivered meals to Yang Ruolan for several days in one go.

The two of them didn't communicate too much. Every time, Qian delivered the food and watched Yang Ruolan finish it.

Then, Qian picked up the empty bowl and left, without Yang Ruolan saying a word of thanks.

At night, Yang Hualin returned home and Qian was sitting there breastfeeding Fu'er.

Yang Hualin came over and said, "Mother Fu'er, how's it going with Girl Lan these days?"

Qian smiled gently and said, "I bring her meals and vegetables every day. I boil two eggs at noon, one for each of Lan Yatou and Yong Bo."

"She's eaten it all. Although she still doesn't want to see me as the stepmother, I can see how much better she looks!"

Hearing Qian's words, Yang Hualin was very happy.

"That's good, that's good. I'll be free tomorrow, so I'll go see her, but I don't know if she wants to see me!" he said.

Qian said: "You are her biological father. How can a daughter in the world not want to see her biological father?"

"Hey, I'm a useless father. I didn't let her live a good life..." Yang Hualin said.

Qian said: "When she got married, the dowry you gave her was quite expensive. I heard it was more than twenty taels of silver, right?"

Yang Hualin shook his head: "Where can there be so many? Just sixteen taels, and they will be at the bottom of the box for her."

Qian smiled and understood.

The next day, Qian made scrambled eggs and spicy radish, and accompanied Yang Hualin to deliver food to Yang Ruolan.

Yang Ruolan looked at these two people coming in and her face dropped.

"Hey, you and your wife came here together?"

She leaned against the doorframe and looked at Yang Hualin and Qian with a sneer.

"Don't think you can get anything out of me by bringing me food every day."

"I can't be favored now. You can't get anything out of me," she said.

Yang Hualin frowned.

"Lan'er, Dad knows that you have a grudge against Dad in your heart. When you had a miscarriage, Dad couldn't come back in time to see you. Dad has his own reasons..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Yang Ruolan interrupted Yang Hualin.

"Not long after my mother died, you went to the **** and got this old bitch pregnant."

"Now that you are reunited as husband and wife and sons, go and live your free and unrestrained life. I will not eat from you anymore. I will go to my grandpa!"

Yang Ruolan walked straight out, ignoring Yang Hualin and Qian.

Mrs. Qian advised: "Today the food has been delivered, and I have made your favorite scrambled eggs, so don't make your grandpa bother."

"I'll leave the food here, and we'll leave right away without stopping you from eating."

Qian put her rice bowl at the door and dragged Yang Hualin away quickly.

After walking a long way, Yang Hualin sighed.

"Hey, my daughter doesn't recognize me anymore," he said.

Qian said: "Don't rush, take your time, as long as we continue to be nice to her, she will always understand our good intentions."
Chapter completed!