Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

They hope that the Master will accept them as disciples. If so, all the necessary supplies for food, lodging and study will be provided.

The master raised his head slightly, slid his fingers across his old and rough sleeves, and rejected their request flatly.

Lu Li stood dejectedly in the yard, and Lu Yang was even more stunned. Seeing Lu Yi was like seeing an enemy, and all his resentment was directed at Lu Yi.

He raised his foot to kick, roaring: "It's all because of you being useless, why don't you just die?!"

Lu Yi kicked the man two meters away with two clangs, then stopped chasing him and continued kicking. He then cast a cold gaze at Lu Li without a trace of a smile on his face.

It was just a performance, but he was really getting ahead of himself.

Lu Li's anger was suddenly extinguished. He quietly put his leg back down after raising it halfway and took a step back.

"Go clean up the main room and the kitchen. If there are any mushrooms left, you don't need to cook them. How about you eat them one by one?"

As soon as Lu Yi finished speaking, Lu Li picked up the broom and went to work without stopping. He even walked around Lu Yi and pulled up Lu Yang, who was lying on the ground holding his stomach in pain.

Lu Yi was bored, admiring the clucking chicken coop. He picked up two freshly fallen eggs and muttered, "Four chickens, and only two eggs? Should I make some hen soup tomorrow?"

Lu Yi thought of the lamb leg in the space again, and hesitated between the hen and the lamb.

"Cack!"

The sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded. Lu Yi lowered his eyes and looked. Oh, another egg was laid.

Let’s stew the mutton.

After cleaning the kitchen, Lu Yi beat the three eggs he had just picked up into a bowl, added some water and put them in the pot to steam.

After waiting for twelve minutes, Lu Yi ate the slightly stale egg custard while waiting for the dumplings to float up.

After lunch, Lu Yi sat in the main room, holding his nose, and watched Lu Li, Lu Yang, and Lu Qian running in and out of the toilet, making rumbling noises one after another.

Lu Yi could even hear the voices of the children in the next yard scolding, "Goudan, did you poop on the bed again?! Open your hands and let Daddy see if you're playing with poop again!"

"Wow...I didn't!"

"No? Ugh! Why would it stink if there is nothing? Ugh! How could it stink if there is nothing? Lying is not a good thing!" The man kept chattering with a few dry heaves.

Lu Yi couldn't help laughing and covered his nose more tightly with his hands. He was also curious about what was put in the mushroom soup that had a better effect than croton.

The whole house was in such a bad state because of them, Lu Yi got up and walked out, going to the town dock to carry the heavy bags by himself.

When I came back, I saw the triplets and Guo Fuyue sitting around the table, eating the black steamed bread in their hands with great care. The triplets looked pale, and it seemed as if the flesh on their faces was sunken.

They had been using the toilet for the entire afternoon, but they were strong and the urge in their stomachs had gradually subsided, but they still had no strength.

Lu Yi sniffed it tentatively, and the smell dissipated.

"You're back, I have something to tell you." Guo Fuyue's voice trembled slightly, and her face did not have the tearful expression she had in the past.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore? Lu Yi glanced at her.

Guo Fuyue held Lu Qian's hand, and then looked at Lu Li and Lu Yang. She took a deep breath as if to draw courage from it, and said with a desperate look, "I won't delay you any longer!"

"Oh." Lu Yi walked towards the room.

"Second son!"

Guo Fuyue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she uttered this somewhat awkward name. "I had hoped to recuperate so I could have a child of ours, but I've been taking a lot of medication over the years, and nothing has worked. In that case, I won't delay you any longer."

Guo Fuyue smiled miserably, then gave the triplets a soothing smile.

"Having three children to accompany me for the rest of my life is enough. Second Young Master, please go back. Don't waste half your life with me without even having a biological child."

Lu Yi met her eyes, a playful smile on his lips, still acting.

"Are you okay? I raised these three! You let them serve you with just a few words? You want to kick me out and think I'm a fool?"

Guo Fuyue shook her head, choking up and unable to utter a complete sentence, "No... No... Don't misunderstand me..."

"I...I really didn't...wuwu..."

"Stop provoking my mother!" Lu Qian shouted out a not-so-loud sentence with all her might.

Lu Yi stared at Guo Fuyue calmly, seeing her covering her heart with her hands as if she couldn't breathe, as if she was going to die in the next second.

With a creaking sound, Lu Yi slowly sat down on the chair and looked at Guo Fuyue with interest, to see if she would creak and when.

Time passed by little by little, and Guo Fuyue could no longer sob.

As her breathing gradually calmed down, Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Li ran to pour her a bowl of water. Only Lu Yang noticed something was wrong.

Mother is weak. Is she so weak that she will be on the verge of death after crying for a while?

"Second Young Master, tell me, what can I do to let me and these three poor children go?" Guo Fuyue spoke as soon as she recovered, pleading with Lu Yi with tears in her eyes.

Lu Yi raised a smile and said, "Let you go? Guo Fuyue, have you forgotten what you said when you persuaded me to elope with you?"

Lu Yi recalled and read slowly: "You said that you had no family and no one to rely on, and you didn't know how long you could live, but if you followed me, you would treat me wholeheartedly. You hoped that I would be your one and that we would go to Guojia Village to settle down, away from the prosperity of Bianjing, and live a simple and happy life."

"It's only been a few years. Is a lifetime so short in your eyes?"

Guo Fuyue regained some strength and sobbed, "My dear! I want to live a good life with you, but...but can you give me back my former husband? The one I loved was the second young master from the beginning."

Lu Yi understood that Guo Fuyue had no intention of breaking up with the original owner. She was just retreating to advance and acting out a romance drama with her.

Guo Fuyue was sobbing at first, but when she saw that Lu Yi was indifferent, she raised her cry even louder and louder.

"Mom, don't cry. When you cry, I want to cry too." Lu Qian sobbed.

"Yes, second sister is right." Lu Li was tongue-tied when he was panicked, and he poured the water in the bowl into Guo Fuyue's mouth in a hurry.

“Wuwu… Gululu… Wuwu… Mommy doesn’t want to drink… Wuwu…” The sound of drowning coughing and crying sounded rhythmically.

Lu Yang said nothing. When the crying in the room gradually subsided, he narrowed his eyes and asked Lu Yi in a deep voice, "Bian Jing? Second Young Master? Who are you?"

Could it be that this person's background wasn't simple? Why didn't Mother reveal it to them earlier? She wouldn't have pushed him to such a point that his personality changed drastically. Perhaps their lives would have been much better.

Lu Yang pursed his lips, not realizing that he was already feeling a slight resentment towards Ru Mu's mother.

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and said arrogantly in a calm tone, “I am your father.”