Chapter 12: Talk Back to Her

Ning Nuan and Ning Huan were cooking rice with beans in the kitchen. They stir-fried shredded cured pork with greens, boiled three-section sausages, and made salted vegetable dumpling egg soup—already a most exquisite midday meal.

Outside, a chorus of praise echoed, and the two sisters felt a shared pride. Their elder sister’s good reputation naturally reflected well on them.

Yet, there were always those who spoiled the mood.

Little Mu arrived with Ning Yao, Ning Guangzong, and Ning Yaozu, eyeing the wild boar with a sharp, grating laughter.

“Sister-in-law, just a couple of days ago Mother said she wanted meat. Isn’t this perfect timing? Hurry up and boil water to kill the pig—wait any longer and there won’t even be any blood left.”

Madam Meng chuckled softly, “Fifth sister-in-law, your mouth is quite sharp. You know well how things are in our main household—there’s no way we can afford to kill a pig. You’re the most filial daughter-in-law in the village; why don’t you just dig into your pockets and buy some meat for Mother?”

“Fifth sister-in-law, I’m not blaming you, but Mother’s been craving meat for two whole days, and you still don’t have any. Really, oh…” Madam Meng shook her head.

Madam Wu was the first to laugh, but when Little Mu shot her a fierce glare, she immediately fell silent.

No one was willing to give Little Mu any face.

A voice piped up, “Ah Xin’s mother, I think it’s not your mother-in-law who wants meat, but you, fifth sister-in-law.”

Little Mu’s face flushed crimson.

Seeing her mother being bullied, Ning Yao hurriedly protested, “You’re talking nonsense.”

“Oh, child, the adults were just joking; you’re so stubborn,” Little Mu said as she pulled Ning Yao behind her.

She couldn’t allow her daughter’s reputation to be tarnished—otherwise, no one would want to marry her off later.

“Her aunt, the child doesn’t understand. Don’t take it to heart,” Little Mu hurriedly pleaded, but silently she blamed Madam Meng for lacking tact. How could killing only one of the two wild boars be a problem?

They were all family, after all—they were being far too precise with their accounting. And it made her and Ah Yao look bad.

“Meat, Mother, meat!” Ning Yaozu came forward, tugging at Little Mu’s sleeve.

At that moment, Ning Nuan and Ning Huan were stir-frying the shredded cured pork to release its fragrant oil—the aroma was simply tantalizing.

Ning Guangzong also started clamoring.

In front of so many people, they openly demanded meat.

Especially under the puzzled and slightly disdainful gazes of their peers Ning Wen and Ning Wu, it was all the more humiliating.

“Alright, alright, let’s go. Mother will cook meat for you when we get home.”

“Really?”

Ning Guangzong and Ning Yaozu asked together.

“Really, really,” Little Mu said, secretly craving meat herself. She took the children’s pleas as a perfect excuse to have her mother-in-law bring out some meat to cook.

Ning Yao glanced toward the main household’s courtyard as she followed behind, wondering what Ning Xin was up to.

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