Chapter 89: Chapter 89: If You’re Bad at Talking, You Should Be Aware of It

Yu Nuannuan looked at Xu Shuhua with deep admiration. At this moment, she truly felt that Xu Shuhua was the person she respected the most.

Every time she thought she already understood Xu Shuhua’s abilities, Xu Shuhua would always surprise her with something new.

Just listen to what she said just now—one sentence, and she managed to scold both people at once!

Yet, Yu Nuannuan could tell that Wang Dilai hadn’t even realized it.

Wang Dilai glared at Xu Shuhua, her face full of anger, and practically squeezed the words out from between her teeth. “You’re talking nonsense! Jiandong would never dislike me for being ugly! I carried him for ten months and went through so much to give birth to him, and I’ve raised him well all these years. How could he possibly dislike me?”

Xu Shuhua smiled indifferently. “Oh, so a son doesn’t think his mother is ugly?”

“Of course not!” Wang Dilai nodded emphatically.

“So, does that mean he thinks your family is poor?”

Xu Shuhua shot out this sentence quickly, not giving Wang Dilai a chance to respond before continuing, “I get it now—you’re saying your son is a dog!”

Wang Dilai: “……”

Wang Dilai’s mind couldn’t quite keep up. She just stared wide-eyed at Xu Shuhua, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

Yu Nuannuan looked at Wang Dilai and couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her.

If you’re bad at talking, you really should be aware of it!

As the sky grew darker and more mosquitoes started buzzing outside, Xu Shuhua quietly said to Gu Mo, “Daibao, come over for porridge tomorrow morning!”

Without waiting for Gu Mo’s reply, she picked up Yu Nuannuan and stood up. “Time to go home and sleep!”

With some meat jerky in her belly and the promise of chicken porridge tomorrow, Yu Nuannuan slept especially well that night—no dreams at all until morning.

The next day, when Yu Nuannuan woke up, she was the only one left in bed.

As an eight-month-old baby, Yu Nuannuan nimbly rolled over and sat up, then called out toward the door, “Mom!”

She used her loudest voice, but since she’d just woken up, her soft, milky voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness, making it sound even sweeter.

Chen Qiaoqin, who was sweeping the yard, heard Yu Nuannuan’s voice, tossed the broom aside, and hurried into the house.

“Nuannuan!”

Chen Qiaoqin beamed at her. “You’re awake? Your dad’s out back slaughtering a chicken. In a little while, you’ll get to have chicken porridge.”

Yu Nuannuan smacked her lips. She could already imagine the delicious aroma of chicken.

After helping Yu Nuannuan freshen up, Chen Qiaoqin carried her outside, just in time to see Yu Hai coming from the backyard with a plump, freshly plucked chicken.

Seeing that fat, featherless chicken, Yu Nuannuan couldn’t take her eyes off it.

Even though she knew she’d get to eat it, she still wanted to watch it turn into porridge with her own eyes.

Normally, Xu Shuhua didn’t like letting Yu Nuannuan near the smoky, busy kitchen, but when Yu Nuannuan pointed her little finger toward the kitchen and refused to look away, Xu Shuhua had no choice but to give in. “Qiaoqin, just hold Nuannuan and stand a little farther away.”

“Mom, I know. Don’t worry!”

The old hen weighed over four or five jin (about 2–2.5 kg), so of course it wasn’t all going to be used for Yu Nuannuan’s porridge.

Even if no one else in the Yu family minded, there’s no way Yu Nuannuan could finish it all herself.

Xu Shuhua cut a big chunk of chicken breast with a knife and handed the rest to Zhang Yugui. “Eldest daughter-in-law, put this away. At noon, stew it with potatoes so everyone can eat together.”

After giving Zhang Yugui her instructions, Xu Shuhua started making porridge for Yu Nuannuan.

She put water, scallion segments, ginger slices, and chicken breast into the pot, and brought it to a boil over high heat."

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