Chapter 59: Chapter 59: What Color Is Your Flower, Anyway?

On the way home, Xu Shuhua couldn’t stop praising Yu Nuannuan.

“Our little Nuanbao is really something! So young, yet she already knows not to waste money! Not like some brats out there, who don’t earn a penny themselves and can’t wait to suck others dry for spending money.”

Yu Nuannuan just smiled at the first part.

But when she heard the second half, she glanced at Xu Shuhua with a bit of confusion.

There was definitely a hidden meaning in those words!

Yu Nuannuan mentally went through everyone in the family, making sure Xu Shuhua wasn’t talking about any of their own.

So who was she talking about?

Just as she was thinking about it, Chen Qiaoqin let out a sigh. “He’s just been spoiled, that’s all.”

Yu Nuannuan turned to look at Chen Qiaoqin. From the way she said it, it sounded like she knew exactly who Xu Shuhua was talking about.

“‘Spoiled,’ my foot! He’s the one who refuses to behave, and now it’s everyone else’s fault for spoiling him?” Xu Shuhua pursed her lips as she spoke. “He’s been sneaky and rotten since he was a kid. It’s just that those two old folks from the Gu family are blind, always doting on him. Now he’s gone and done something like this, and people still say it’s because the old couple spoiled him too much.”

Chen Qiaoqin: “...”

Mom, I have a feeling I’m the ‘people’ you’re talking about.

After hearing all this, Yu Nuannuan admired Xu Shuhua even more.

Her grandma was really something else!

They chatted as they walked, and before Yu Nuannuan knew it, half an hour had passed and they were already back at Sanliqiao.

Once they crossed the bridge, they were back in the village.

It was already past six o’clock. People in the village ate early, so this was right around dinnertime.

In her previous life, Yu Nuannuan had lived in the city. Forget dinner—every meal was eaten behind closed doors, just with the family.

But after coming here, she gradually realized that villagers not only liked eating at their own doorsteps, but even more enjoyed gathering in groups to eat together.

You’d glance at what someone else was eating, they’d try a bite from your bowl, everyone would compliment each other’s cooking, sometimes even throw in a few teasing jabs. A meal could easily stretch to half an hour or forty minutes.

And even after eating, no one was in a rush to leave. They’d squat there with empty bowls, chatting away enthusiastically. Only when everyone finally dispersed would they reluctantly get up and head home.

The Yu family, though, never did this, because Xu Shuhua didn’t like her family eating outside with their bowls.

As Xu Shuhua put it, “If you want to go out and chat, fine—just finish your meal first, then go talk all you want.”

They hadn’t walked far into the village when they saw quite a few people gathered together, eating and chatting.

When people saw Xu Shuhua and the others coming back, someone called out with a laugh,

“Old Lady Yu, took your son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter to town, huh? What did you buy? Was it something for Nuanbao again?”

Before Xu Shuhua could answer, an old lady about her age clicked her tongue twice and said,

“Whose family doesn’t dote on their boys? Only Old Lady Yu is different—she’s got six grandsons at home and doesn’t spoil any of them, just pampers that little girl of hers like she’s some kind of ancestor. I heard she even bought her malted milk, lets her drink it every day. Giving such expensive stuff to a money-losing girl—aren’t you afraid she’ll choke on it?”

Was Xu Shuhua the kind to just take that kind of sarcasm?

Absolutely not!

So Xu Shuhua handed Yu Nuannuan over to Chen Qiaoqin, rolled up her sleeves, and strode right over to the old lady who’d just spoken.

“You Caihua, if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never know what kind of flower you really are!”"

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