Chapter 10 Bringing Soup to Lu Daya

Shitou was even happier and jumped out without a thought of money, "Granny, this isn't about whether it's meat or not, I really think my little aunt is awesome.

Look around our village, who is as pretty as my little aunt? Who is as educated? Who loves cleanliness like her? My little aunt not only respects her elders but also takes care of me and Hu Zi, that's it."

Shitou said, giving a thumbs up.

This made Mrs. Xu burst into laughter, "Alright, knowing your little aunt is good is enough. When you grow up, don't become those heartless ones. You must take good care of your little aunt!"

Shitou immediately nodded in assurance, "Granny, I definitely won't. When I start earning money, the first thing I'll do is buy new clothes for my little aunt."

Mrs. Xu was extremely pleased to hear this. Just then, Mr. Xu returned from work with his sons, and as soon as they entered the yard, they smelled the scent of meat.

"Mom, do we have meat for lunch today?"

Mrs. Xu hummed softly, "This fish was caught by your little sister. She was worried about your health, so she hurried to the mountains to catch game to nourish you.

If you don't treat your little sister well, would your conscience allow it?"

"Mom, this was caught by my little sister?" Second Brother Xu was full of disbelief, not that he didn't believe it; it was just that his little sister had been spoiled and was clueless about doing anything at home.

How could she possibly go up to the mountains to catch fish! Moreover, the weather had turned cooler, and if his sister fell into the river again, she could lose her life.

"What? You don't believe it? Shitou, tell your second uncle what your little aunt did today." Mrs. Xu snapped.

Shitou immediately replied, "Second Uncle, today little aunt and I went up the mountain. Not only did we catch three fish and three wild chickens, but we also found eight wild chicken eggs and ten duck eggs."

Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard was delighted.

This convinced Second Brother Xu, his face shocked, "Wow, our little sister is really incredible."

Just the day before yesterday, he and his older brother had set traps in the mountains but caught nothing.

Xu himself was reminded of this and looked at his little sister with a bit of admiration.

Mr. Xu boastfully looked at everyone, "It's also my daughter's good luck. To be able to bring back so many good things from the mountain."

Thinking of his daughter catching fish, Mr. Xu's expression became somewhat uneasy, "Dear, go to the river less from now on. This time you were lucky to be saved by Daya; you might not be so lucky next time."

Yingying obediently nodded her head and clung to Mr. Xu's arm, cooing, "Dad, I understand."

It was the first time Mr. Xu had his daughter cling to his arm and act spoiled; the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, and he stared at Yingying, smiling non-stop, "Mm-hmm, good to know."

Xu and Second Brother Xu looked enviously at Mr. Xu.

Eldest Sister-in-law Xu tugged the corner of her mouth.

"Mom, did you prepare some fish soup for Aunt Lu? I'll take it to her," Yingying turned her head and asked Mrs. Xu.

Mrs. Xu went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of fish soup she had prepared earlier.

"Hurry up, don't linger, you still need to have lunch."

Yingying nodded, took the fish soup, and hurried out the door.

It was noon, and everyone was home eating. There weren't many people outside in the village.

Yingying walked with the fish soup towards the Lu family. When she arrived, the Lu family was also having their meal.

Mrs. Lu saw Yingying and her eyes crinkled into slits with a smile.

Aunt Lu's older brother and sister-in-law saw Yingying and their mouths curved into even wider smiles, thinking of the basket of eggs and some snacks their team leader had brought to their house in the morning.

Now seeing Yingying with a basket, they were about to burst with excitement, "Yingying is here, oh, she's already here, but why did she bring something again?"

"Oh my, Yingying's here. Are you here to see Daya? She just woke up and is in the room," Mrs. Lu said as she went to take the basket from Yingying's hands.

Yingying dodged to the side and, with a smile, asked, "Aunt Lu, which room is Daya in? I brought her some fish soup to help nourish her."

Mrs. Lu was somewhat displeased upon hearing this. What was the meaning of this? Was she afraid that Mrs. Lu would eat the things she brought?

She was Daya's mother; what was wrong with eating some of Daya's things?

Despite her frustration, Mrs. Lu glanced at Xu Ying, but since her father was the captain, she had no choice but to take her to Daya's room.

"Daya, Xu Ying brought some fish soup to see you."

Xu Ying followed Mrs. Lu into the room, and immediately saw a girl lying on the bed, thin as a rail.

Her face was even paler, lying lifelessly on the bed.

Seeing this, Xu Ying couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Sister Daya, I owe you a lot for saving me a few days ago. Otherwise, I'd be gone," Xu Ying said hastily, placing the basket on the table, then took a bowl out of the basket.

She glanced at Mrs. Lu and asked, "Aunt Lu, do you have chopsticks? Could you get a pair for Sister Daya?"

Mrs. Lu paused for a moment, eyed the white fish soup in the bowl with desire, and swallowed her saliva before going to the kitchen to fetch chopsticks.

Xu Ying took the chopsticks and handed them to Daya, then handed her the fish soup. "Sister Daya, you just woke up. Strengthen your body and drink it while it's hot."

Seeing her daughter pick up the fish soup, Mrs. Lu vigorously winked at her. If that damned girl dared to drink the soup, once Xu Ying left, she would skin her alive.

Why should she eat something so good? It was a waste; it would be better given to her beloved grandson.

"Sister Daya, if you don't like it, I'll pour it away!" Xu Ying said purposely, knowing she was concerned about Mrs. Lu's feelings.

"Aiyo, why pour it away? If Daya doesn't drink, let her nephew drink. It would be such a waste to throw away such nice fish soup," Mrs. Lu anxiously spoke up.

Xu Ying looked coldly at her and said calmly, "This was prepared for Sister Daya. If she doesn't drink it, I'll pour it away."

After all, she had been this unreasonable in her previous life!

Mrs. Lu, with a face turning green with anger, waved her hand and said, "Daya, drink it quickly."

Daya, seeing this, curved her lips slightly and began to sip the steaming fish soup.

Mrs. Lu watched the fish soup being out of reach for her and left the room, devastated.

Xu Ying felt a bit guilty as she watched Daya sipping the soup. If she had to admit whom she had wronged the most, it was her family, and the next was Daya.

In her previous life, Daya had saved her, and she knew it.

However, upon waking up, she had heard that it was Chen Yanran who had saved her, and she had been furious and had wanted to clarify things with Mr. and Mrs. Xu.

But at that time, she had a crush on Wen Zhong, who had come to her righteously and said, "Yingying, I know you care for me the most. Yanran is like my own sister. If you make a big deal out of this, Yanran's reputation will be ruined. Consider it a favor for me, and help Yanran."

At that time, Chen Yanran had also been pleading tearfully for her not to make a fuss.

For Wen Zhong's sake, she had agreed to credit Chen Yanran as her lifesaver.

Poor Daya had always been invisible at home, where her mother clearly favored boys over girls, and then she fell ill after saving her.

The Lu Family had no money for her treatment, and she ultimately died from the fever.

Xu Ying hated herself to death when she thought about how in her previous life, after saving her, Yanran had received her father's care, secured the easiest jobs, and later even got the position to become a teacher.

"Sister Daya, why aren't you drinking anymore?" Seeing her stop with the bowl in hand, Xu Ying asked curiously.

Daya looked at the fish soup, hesitated, and with a trembling voice asked, "Can I save some fish soup for my Second Brother?"

Xu Ying found this request odd—why save it specifically for her second brother—but still, she strictly refused, shaking her head: "You're weak now, you need to drink this soup."

This year, Daya was eighteen. Despite her tall stature, she was underdeveloped in every way for an eighteen-year-old girl, frail and thin like a stick.