Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 242 Moldy Grain Buries Hidden Dangers, Nightmare Comes to Warn (1)_1

By the end of the meal, the chicken soup in the stew pot was finished, and not a bit of food remained on the table. Han Zhiyun quietly patted his belly, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

"Brother Ziyu, your eldest daughter is virtuous and capable, your younger daughter is naive and lovable, and your young son is smart and clever. You really are so fortunate!"

Looking at the well-behaved Xin Er and Zhenzhen snuggling up to their father, and Mo Yan, who came all the way from the kitchen to cook for their father, envy bubbled up in Han Zhiyun’s heart.

He also had sons and daughters; his eldest daughter was already ten years old, but not only had she never cooked for him, she had never even poured him a cup of tea;

His younger children were also distant towards him; every time they saw him, they stayed far away, as if they were afraid of him, making it impossible for him to get close to them.

Now, seeing Brother Ziyu with his children, he realized what true family happiness was, and it truly made him jealous! freēwēbnovel.com

Mo Qingze looked affectionately at his children, his smiling face especially tender: "The children of poor families grow up early! In the past, our home conditions were tough, and I couldn’t take care of them because I had to teach at the academy. It was the eldest daughter who brought them up. Fortunately, they are all very sensible and didn’t cause me much worry; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to continue my studies at the academy."

Hearing this, Han Zhiyun glanced into the kitchen, realizing that the Mo Family seemingly had no mistress of the house?

On thinking this, he couldn’t help but view Mo Yan differently, recognizing that only an extraordinary elder sister could take good care of her siblings and teach them to be so well-mannered and polite.

Mo Qingze, unaware that he had revealed too much with just a few words, continued, "Now it’s all thanks to the eldest daughter keeping watch at home, which lets me have no worries and allows me to continue my studies at the academy."

If it were any other matter, he might have been modest, but regarding his obedient and undemanding children, he felt no need to hide the pride in his heart.

Han Zhiyun’s eyes turned red with envy, "Brother Ziyu is indeed blessed!" How come he couldn’t have such obedient, sensible, and capable children?

Mo Yan was in the kitchen just a wall away washing dishes, and she could easily hear their conversation. Listening to Han Zhiyun’s sour tone, she couldn’t help but snicker.

Being praised was naturally a happy matter, and she was no exception to the rule.

As Mo Qingze spoke more and more, Han Zhiyun grew more and more envious, unable to resist saying, "Such a good girl is rare. If only my family had a young lad of the right age to match with Brother Ziyu’s eldest daughter, I would definitely seek to arrange this marriage."

"Ah? That really is a pity."

Mo Qingze was taken aback and did not take his words seriously. But thinking about how his daughter was growing up day by day, and with the new year, she would be of age, he considered that it was indeed time to think carefully about her marriage prospects.

There were many talented young men in Changshan Academy, and it would be good if he could find someone from a decent family who was also loyal and reliable.

Han Zhiyun also felt it was a shame. His elder brother did have a son of the right age, but in the eyes of his sister-in-law, the Mo Family’s status was too low, and they probably wouldn’t be considered good enough. Being only an uncle, he had no say in his nephew’s matrimonial matters.

Mo Yan, with a twitch in the corner of her eye, listened as the two men’s conversation strayed further and further, deciding to just stay in the kitchen, where she chopped up the other half of the chicken, put it on the stove with water, and stewed it on a low flame. That way, it would be ready for her father to drink when he returned in the afternoon.

Changshan Academy only had a two-hour break for lunch, and before long, Mo Qingze left with Han Zhiyun. Before leaving, Han Zhiyun repeatedly instructed the siblings to come over again soon, only mentioning that he wanted to make up for the absence of a welcome gift.

Mo Yan rolled her eyes secretly; to score another free meal, his righteous-sounding excuse was enough. As for whose skin was thicker, hers or the Red Python’s, it was hard to tell.