The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 427 Part 2

Qinzhou was close to Hezhou, and it happened to be cold weather, so every household was cooking less. These days most common folk used lard, which solidified when it got cold. They heard from the people in Shangyang that sweet potato noodles stewed with bone broth were absolutely delicious.

Though fortune favors the bold and starvation awaits the timid — doing business requires courage — at first everyone was afraid to take too much. They just thought they'd get a few hundred catties and see how it went.

Later, of course, they sold well — gone in just two days. 

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 427 Part 1

Chapter 427

During the time Guaizai was away, the two of them had clung to Meng Ruqing desperately every night. At noon, once they'd eaten their fill, it didn't matter if Meng Ruqing wasn't around—they could play with Old Madam Qin, dance for her, sing for her, or run around outside. But the moment night fell, they'd start whining for Meng Ruqing.

Sometimes when Meng Ruqing was busy and couldn't come in time, the two little ones would sit on a stool and silently shed tears. Then they'd call Uncle Tang over and ask if he could cook them two bowls of noodles—they missed their dad so much they could die, they were pining away, and their final wish was one bowl of noodles each, the kind with two catties of pork and three fried eggs.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 426 Part 3

Old Madam Zheng was old. Her body couldn't take much strain. Who knew how many more years she had left. She didn't want to leave her hometown—she'd lived in Fu'an Town for decades and was used to it. She also didn't want to go to Yuanzhou to live with her second and third sons. Yang Mutao wanted to stay and look after her: "You and Guaizai go first. Father will come find you later."

Yang Mingyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Yang Mutao patted his shoulder: "Don't overthink it. This isn't your fault. If anything, blame me."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 426 Part 2

Wang Linchang himself was far from clean — he just hadn't made any major mistakes, so no one had bothered to investigate him.

Once the matter blew up, it caused a huge uproar. When the common people asked around, they learned the truth as well.

"Oh my, who'd have thought! That Wang family young master seemed so refined. Didn't expect him to be that kind of person."

"Exactly. And a scholar too! Pfft."

"That's what they mean by 'you know a person's face but not their heart.' But have you seen the Yang family's ger? Is he really that handsome?"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 426 Part 1

Chapter 426 

Quite a few people knew that Fang Zichen had once worked at Zuixiao Restaurant, but that was years ago and no one really talked about it anymore. The servants asked around casually and then came back.

Wang Wenjie understood, but he didn't take it to heart. If Fang Zichen really cared about the Yang family, would the Yang family still be scraping by with just one restaurant? They would have gone with him long ago to live the good life.

Besides, the man was far away in Hezhou — who the hell was afraid of him?

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 425 Part 3

Wang Linchang, newly arrived, naturally wanted to win over Old Master Wu, but unfortunately the old man wasn't very cooperative.

He hadn't taken the Yang family seriously. Now he glanced at Wang Wenjie, somewhat furious, and asked who had beaten him.

His son, no matter how disappointing, had no reason to be beaten like this by outsiders.

"I don't know." Wang Wenjie said, "But they must be someone important. They had..."

"Had what?"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 425 Part 2

"Guaizai saw Grandpa Yang," Guaizai said. "Grandpa Yang said something happened to you, so Guaizai wanted to come save you and protect you. Uncle Yang, wasn't Guaizai so cool playing the hero and rescuing the beauty? Have you already secretly fallen for Guaizai?"

Seeing him looking so pleased with himself, Yang Mingyi pressed his lips together, a faint, gentle smile in his eyes. He scooped Guaizai onto his lap and asked how he got the injury on his face.

"Guaizai got hit." This was something that would damage his heroic image, so Guaizai swung his little feet. "Uncle Yang, did you miss Guaizai?"