Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Mrs. Sun sighed softly, then continued walking towards the kitchen, with a hint of helplessness and a faint worry about her daughter's future on her face.

Little Laoliu approached Mr. and Mrs. Yang in a sneaky manner and whispered, "Grandpa and Grandma, let me tell you, Uncle hates Sister Huahua."

Yang's father and mother were surprised and were about to ask for details when they were overheard by Mrs. Sun who was passing by.

Mrs. Sun paused, her smile froze instantly. Her heart skipped a beat: How could this child say that? How could Qingfeng dislike Huahua? Could this really be a misunderstanding?

She stood there, neither knowing whether to move forward nor backward, looking somewhat embarrassed and worried.

Yang's father and mother also noticed Mrs. Sun, and the atmosphere became a little subtle for a while.

Little Six hadn't noticed anything was wrong yet, and was still talking to himself: "I saw my uncle run away. He must hate Sister Huahua."

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but say, "Xiao Liu, don't talk nonsense. There might be some misunderstanding."

Little Laoliu opened his eyes wide and looked at Mrs. Sun in confusion: "I'm not talking nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes."

At this point, Yang's parents hurried to smooth things over: "Children are naive, don't take it personally. Let's first figure out what's going on."

Mrs. Sun forced a smile and nodded, but she felt like a stone was pressing on her heart.

Mrs. Sun was confused: Although I know in my heart that our Huahua is just a country girl, she has not read much and has not seen the world, and she is indeed not worthy of a knowledgeable and promising scholar like Yang Qingfeng.

But even if I'm not worthy, I don't want Huahua to be disliked. Huahua is a well-behaved, sensible, hardworking and kind child, so why can't she be liked by others?

Is it because of poverty and poor conditions that one must be despised? If Huahua knew that Yang Qingfeng hated her, she would be so sad.

As a mother, I am really heartbroken. No matter what, I can't let Huahua suffer this injustice.

Father Yang frowned, thinking to himself: I originally thought Qingfeng was interested in Sun Huahua. After all, everyone was gathered together today and seemed quite lively. Who would have thought that Xiao Laoliu would say that Qingfeng hated her?

This is truly baffling. Could it be that we, the old couple, misunderstood? Could it be that Qingfeng has his eye on the girl from the Ma family? The girl from the Ma family is of average appearance and comes from an average family, but compared to Sun Huahua's simple and kind nature, it's hard to say what Qingfeng is thinking.

Mother Yang was also full of doubts: I have always hoped that Qingfeng could get married soon. If he really likes the girl from the Ma family, it is not impossible, but he must not be overwhelmed by the choices and be unable to make up his mind.

Although Sun Huahua comes from a humble background, she's a good girl. Why does Qingfeng dislike her? Is there some misunderstanding between them? Oh, this is really frustrating.

By the time the meal was over, the atmosphere at the table was unusually depressing.

Yang's father, mother, and sister-in-law Sun did not say anything, each of them was thinking about what had just happened.

Sun Huahua and Yang Qingfeng lowered their heads and stirred the rice in their bowls. Sun Huahua had a hint of uneasiness and embarrassment on her face. Yang Qingfeng also had a strange expression on his face, and he would steal a glance at Sun Huahua from time to time.

Xiuying was filled with confusion when she saw this scene. She looked at this and that and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? No one is saying anything. This meal is so boring."

However, no one responded to her. Xiuying shook her head helplessly and continued to eat her meal, but she was wondering in her heart: What on earth happened? Why is it so weird?

After dinner, Mrs. Sun got up and left with Huahua.

Mother Yang looked guilty, feeling that today's events had upset everyone. She said apologetically, "Sister Sun, I'm sorry for today. Here are two jars of pickled vegetables I made myself. Take them home and try them."

Mrs. Sun quickly declined, "I can't do that. I can't do that."

Mother Yang stuffed the kimchi into Mrs. Sun's hands and said, "Take it, take it. Don't be polite to me."

Mrs. Sun had no choice but to thank him: "Thank you, sister."

Sun Huahua stood aside obediently. Mother Yang picked up another jar of pickles and handed it to her: "Huahua, come here, hold it."

Sun Huahua took it with both hands and said sweetly, "Thank you."

So, Mrs. Sun and Sun Huahua each took a jar of pickles and went out.

The night wind was a little cold, and when it blew on them, Sun Huahua couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Mrs. Sun looked back at the gate of Xiuying's house, sighed softly, and quickened her pace.

On the way, Sun Huahua, holding the kimchi, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking Mrs. Sun: "Mom, what do you think of Yang Qingfeng?"

Mrs. Sun sighed and said, "Huahua, Yang Qingfeng is well-educated, well-mannered, and handsome. He's good in every way, but he doesn't like you, so forget it."

Sun Huahua's eyes dimmed for a moment, she bit her lip and whispered, "Mom, I understand."

Mrs. Sun looked at her daughter distressedly and said, "Huahua, don't take it to heart. We can meet someone better in the future."

Sun Huahua nodded silently, and the mother and daughter walked slowly under the moonlight, their figures looking a little lonely.

On the way, Sun Huahua thought about it and couldn't help asking Mrs. Sun: "Mom, how did you know?"

Mrs. Sun's heart tightened, fearing that her daughter would be sad if she knew Yang Qingfeng disliked her, so she casually said, "Mother saw it herself."

After saying that, she quickly changed the subject, "Huahua, Xiuying told Mom about a cooking method today. It's really interesting. She said that when making braised pork, you first fry the meat until golden brown, then add all kinds of seasonings, and it will be so fragrant when cooked."

Sun Huahua's attention was drawn to her, and she asked curiously, "Really? Mom, let's try it next time."

Mrs. Sun smiled and nodded: "Okay, we will do it next time."

As the night wind blew, the figures of the mother and daughter were stretched out in the moonlight, and the sound of their conversation gradually disappeared on the path.

Mrs. Sun's heart was in turmoil: If Xiuying could become Huahua's sister-in-law, it would be a rare opportunity.

Both Yang's father and mother were such easy-going relatives, kind and considerate to others. Before leaving, they even remembered to bring two jars of pickles for their family.

Xiuying was also kind-hearted and gave Huahua a bag of medicinal herbs to nourish her body.

This family is so nice, why is it that only Yang Qingfeng doesn't like Huahua, and even hates her? This story came from Xiao Laoliu's mouth, so it can't be wrong.

Alas, could it be that our Huahua isn't blessed enough? But what's wrong with this child? I really can't understand it! Ultimately, it's just my own wishful thinking.

After Mrs. Sun and Sun Huahua left, Xiuying sat alone in the room, thinking about what had just happened.

Xiuying frowned and thought to herself: The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong. But what exactly went wrong?