The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 57: Hit Him Six Times

Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao twice.

She still suspected that Wei Shen was a cook in the Wei Family Army. He really didn’t have the slightest sense of oppression that comes from a man seasoned in battle.

Hmm, only a strong sense of death.

Wei Zhao was so weak that she could knock him down with a punch. What could their son learn from him?

But men care about their pride, and Yu Tingwan didn’t want to hurt him.

She carefully considered her words, speaking very tactfully: "The people in the martial training ground are all skilled practitioners. Those who were sent for conscription training yet dropped, and were not selected by military camps, mostly enter the martial grounds. Escort agencies in gambling houses are short of people, so they also go there to pick."

Wei Zhao indifferently uttered four words: "Dropped out."

Which military camp doesn’t lack people? Those who are dropped are the least qualified. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Even those picked need to be outstanding to stand out among the rookies before they have a chance to be sent before Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan was momentarily stunned.

You know you stayed with the Wei Family Army, but don’t you know your own worth?

How do you have the nerve to look down on others?

"They are strong; each can crush stones with a punch and are truly capable. Over the years, they’ve been teachers, gaining teaching experience too."

This time, Wei Zhao didn’t even look at her, his pale lips moved slightly, listlessly repeating: "Dropped out."

So she changed her approach: "Alright then, actually, I don’t want my husband to work too hard."

"In the future, you’ll have to earn a living, and won’t be able to spare the effort to teach him."

However, Wei Zhao didn’t listen to a single word.

His eyes were vacant, mumbling: "Dropped out."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Men and their damned competitiveness.

......

Yu Tingwan also went to the mountains a few times, but apart from picking a few fruits and other medicinal herbs, she returned empty-handed. Soon enough, it was New Year’s Eve.

She got up early to sweep the dust.

Hui Niang was killing a chicken, swiftly slitting its throat, draining the blood, then tossing it into scalding hot water for a while to make plucking easier.

The chicken was bought by Yu Tingwan from outside, with Yue Shan watching by the side.

Hui Niang asked him: "Yue Shan, do you like chicken?"

Yue Shan: "Yes!"

Yu Tingwan also heard Hui Niang’s voice.

The girl stuffed the peeled eggs into Wei Zhao’s hand, nodding heavily.

She liked it too!

Wei Zhao: ...

This is so annoying.

These days, Yu Tingwan kept watching him eat all the time.

Without thinking, he was about to throw it away, but before making a move, he got thumped.

Wei Zhao, with his gloomy eyes, looked at Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips and fearlessly looked back.

The couple was at an impasse.

One of them had to give in eventually.

With no expression, Wei Zhao took a bite.

After a bite, he swallowed with difficulty and then started spacing out.

Then got thumped again.

Wei Zhao’s eyes moved slightly, and slowly took another bite.

There was still quite a bit of glutinous paste leftover from the wedding, which Yu Tingwan used to stick the door god’s New Year picture at the door.

Wei Zhao slowly put down his hand, and just as he had hardly formed any thoughts, he got thumped again by the girl working next to him.

Yes, to eat an egg, Yu Tingwan had to thump him six times.

The New Year’s Eve dinner had to be eaten around noon. Once the meal was ready, men had to go out to pay respects to their ancestors, and if there were children in the house, they’d follow along to help carry lanterns.

Yu Tingwan sliced the braised intestine from earlier and arranged it on a plate.

With her helping, Hui Niang had it much easier.

Perhaps because it was New Year, even without the man around, her face was full of smiles.

"Before your father left, he told me that he’d apologize to the ancestors when he gets back, so we don’t have to go."

"And I already went to burn incense for Lady Xiao this morning, telling her that Lang has returned, and asked her to bless him more from heaven."

She chatted on and on. Suddenly, her expression froze.

Yu Tingwan noticed something wasn’t right: "Mother, what’s wrong?"

"Every year at New Year, we have to send a plate of the food we make to the old house. Even though we’ve split the family, we still have to show respect. If we suddenly stop, people will talk."

"We also have to give your grandmother her pension money every year, this was agreed upon in the contract, stating that it should be given on New Year’s Eve for the coming year."

With all the recent busyness, it had slipped her mind.

She was a bit worried.

Hui Niang had suffered much under Mrs. Wei and the main house’s hand; she was quite afraid to go.

But if delayed, Mrs. Wei might cause a fuss at their door.

Thinking of this, she grew anxious.

Yu Tingwan looked at the six dishes on the table.

Pickled radishes, spicy cabbage, sour beans, boiled chicken, braised intestines, and a dish of fish.

In times of scarcity, this was quite good.

"I’ll go."

Hui Niang hurriedly said: "No, no, you, a new daughter-in-law, if you go, you’ll surely be given a hard time."

She couldn’t bear letting Yu Tingwan suffer like that for no reason.

Yu Tingwan: ...

You can’t say for sure who will give who a hard time.

After persisting, Yu Tingwan wobbled out the door with money and carrying the dishes.

In contrast to other homes filled with joy, the Wei Family’s old house was shrouded in gloom.

After Mrs. Wei had her fall, her temper had worsened immensely, finding fault with her eldest daughter-in-law Zhuang Mei at every turn.

She couldn’t get out of bed, everything was done on the bed. Wei Shoucai thought the room smelled and dumped all the care onto his wife, Zhuang Mei.

If her own son disliked it, how much more could a daughter-in-law endure?

Yet Mrs. Wei was hard to please, constantly scolding her and venting her anger upon her.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, do you think just because I’m bedridden, I can’t deal with you? You show attitude when I ask you to help me wash up!"

Wash up? That was clearly wiping her poop.

Zhuang Mei felt disgusted and retched; was that wrong!

She was very displeased, fed up, and on New Year’s slammed the basin: "If mother dislikes me so much, then move to the second house to be cared for. Among your daughters-in-law, Hui Niang is the best at serving people."

Mrs. Wei’s eyes widened, trembling with rage.

She grabbed the medicine bowl next to the bed and threw it at Zhuang Mei.

Still being so haughty?

All that time, the couple had respected her only because she held onto Wei Shen’s pension silver.

But now, all the money had been returned. With how much was used over the years, they even had to dip into their own pockets to make up for it.

Zhuang Mei had enough and was about to tear into her!

Then came the irritated voice of Wei Shoucai from the doorway: "Enough, what’s all this shouting on New Year’s? Hurry up and change mother’s clothes. Everyone’s waiting to eat."

Once the clothes were changed, Wei Shoucai grudgingly came in to carry Mrs. Wei to eat the New Year’s meal.

Even on New Year’s, they couldn’t let her eat on the bed.

The main house was crowded; the table was full.

That’s when Yu Tingwan entered.

She didn’t knock, just barged in.

Mrs. Wei was still angry, planning to teach Zhuang Mei a lesson at the table, but when she looked up, she saw her.

Looking quite familiar.

Ah, remembered.

It was her! Back then, when Wei Shen splashed medicine on her face, it was she who covered for him!

Even accused her of being sick, saying she splashed herself.

Mrs. Wei was furious: "You little wench!"

Yu Tingwan wasn’t having any of it.

"I’m bad-tempered and not very respectful to elders."

Yu Tingwan said gently: "Don’t use foul language, or I’ll smash the bowl over your head."