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The large dog lay weakly beside the small puppy, appearing listless. Yu Songyu reached out and patted it gently.
"If you all like it, just take it! It's freezing out here, and I don't have any food left to feed it!"
Just as Yu Songyu was pondering what to do, Old Feng spoke up.
"Uncle Feng, can we take this big dog too?"
Seeing the desolate state of the place, Yu Songyu worried that the large dog wouldn't survive if left behind, so she boldly asked for it.
"We can't take the big dog; I still need it to guard the house!"
Although Yu Songyu wanted to say that with their current situation, there wasn't much left to guard, she kept that thought to herself.
"Then thank you, Uncle Feng!"
Seeing that Yu Songyu was pleased, Yang Qinghe took out two coins from his pocket and handed them to Old Feng.
"This is free; you can take it!"
"That won't do! Uncle Feng, please don't be polite with us; just accept it!"
When Old Feng refused to take the money, Yang Qinghe stuffed the coins directly into his cloth pouch where he kept his tobacco leaves.
"Uncle Feng, then we'll be on our way!"
The two initially wanted Old Feng to help them find an old quilt to cover the small bamboo basket since they were worried about the puppy getting cold in the frigid weather. However, looking around, they realized that would indeed be a bit difficult for him.
Once outside, Yang Qinghe simply took off his thick cotton coat and draped it over the bamboo basket.
"This won't do; you're too cold!"
Yu Songyu was concerned for him, but at that moment, she couldn't let a girl like her take off her clothes, could she?
"No, I'm not cold! Hurry up and ride; we'll be home soon!"
Yang Qinghe mounted his bike with Yu Songyu sitting behind him, cradling the bamboo basket in her arms.
"Oh dear, this child!"
Seeing that Yang Qinghe wasn't wearing a coat, Grandma quickly pulled him inside to warm up.
On the kang (a traditional heated bed), dinner was already on the table, waiting for their return.
"Xiao He, come and see what’s in this little basket!"
Yu Songyu placed the bamboo basket on the kang and called Xiao He over to take a look.
Being a child, Xiao He was thrilled to see the puppy and immediately started playing with it.
"Wash your hands, it’s time to eat!"
Grandma had already begun to see Yang Qinghe as her son-in-law, and she was growing fonder of him by the day. She thought they were a perfect match, a couple made in heaven, and if they could give her a little grandchild, that would be even better.
"I got it, Aunt Wang!"
Yang Qinghe replied, pulling Yu Songyu along to wash their hands for dinner.
When Grandma heard that title, half of her delightful fantasies were dashed.
"Yang Qinghe, what did you just call me?"
"Huh? Aunt Wang?"
Yang Qinghe didn’t realize what was wrong; hadn’t he always called her Aunt Wang since he came to the countryside? Was there an issue with that?
"Think about it, Xiao Yu is my own granddaughter!"
The old lady feigned a stern expression; she wanted a little grandchild too, and this was crossing the generational line!
"Oh, Grandma!"
Yang Qinghe finally understood and called out directly, his face turning red.
"Now hurry up and wash your hands for dinner!"
The little old lady was pleased now; the wrinkles on her face smoothed out. She felt that every day was meaningful and full of hope. She had a great-granddaughter and now a son-in-law; if they could add a great-grandchild to the family, she would be even happier.
Even now, she kept herself busy—whether making quilts or curtains for her granddaughter or teaching Zhao Lianzhi how to cook. She thought ahead; if one day she couldn’t cook anymore, she couldn’t let her granddaughter go hungry, could she?
Although Zhao Lianzhi was capable of doing everything—washing clothes and managing household chores—her cooking skills left much to be desired.
She couldn't tolerate this. Her granddaughter was picky and couldn't settle for less.
Speaking of her granddaughter, she felt that while she was good at many things, cooking was definitely not one of them. She had never seen her do any housework, but of course, she didn't want her to have to do it either.
However, none of this was a big deal. With her around, her granddaughter would never go hungry.
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