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“This is untenable. Once Cheng Xiaoli comes down to find us…” Xie Yuhua said, then asked Ling Xiao to put a finger to his lips.

“She won’t come. She has leverage. She has Wuxie and Fatty’s men, while we have nothing. My luggage is with Chengyu, so she’ll go straight back to the courtyard and wait for us to obediently walk into her trap.”

"Won't she do something crazy?" Xie Yuhua asked with some concern.

"No, she's only insane with me."

This time she miscalculated. Without monitoring and locating me, she would go completely insane. Not being able to find me would be torture for her.

Disobedient dogs need to be punished.

Xie Yuhua lightly touched his forehead with her finger and said, "Now it's your punishment: walk back to the capital penniless."

"Oh, so that's what you're worried about. Don't worry, I've been around for so many years, and starting from scratch is my specialty. Just follow me, and I'll guarantee you'll have meat to eat every day." Ling Xiao finished speaking and patted Xie Yuhua's shoulder with a sigh, then opened the door and walked out.

When the door opened, a blast of cold air swept in, carrying with it the aroma of boiled dumplings—warm and comforting, yet reassuring in this somewhat unsafe setting.

"Oh my, Ling, I never knew you had such a great skill!" After a while, the dumplings were cooked and served. The woman patted Ling Xiao's side while tidying up the table, her eyes full of joy.

About ten minutes after the dumplings were served, the rest of the dishes were served. Dazhu took a towel, wiped the sweat from his face, sat down at the table, and looked at the dishes. He couldn't help but sigh repeatedly, and told the woman to learn the cooking skills.

"We've troubled you both for worrying about us for so long. There's nothing to thank us for. This is just my humble cooking. It's certainly not as good as what you make, brother. It's just a small sacrifice, but it's the thought that counts." Ling Xiao's humble attitude warmed the hearts of Da Zhu and his wife.

Dazhu said with a disapproving look, "We've stayed at our house, so we're brothers. Why say such formal things?" He then asked the woman to fetch some white wine, saying that he liked Lingxiao and insisted on recognizing him as his younger brother. Lingxiao declined several times, which made Dazhu a little unhappy.

"You look down on our family because we're poor? You don't acknowledge me as your older brother?" Dazhu said.

“Brother and sister-in-law didn’t look down on us for being in such a bad situation and took us in. We are already blessed for eight lifetimes. How dare we call you brothers? This meal was made with your ingredients. What I can do is really meager.” Ling Xiao’s eyes reddened as he spoke, and he even started crying with a tissue in his hand.

"Oh dear, look at this! You haven't even eaten yet, and you're already crying. Stop crying, try some dumplings your sister-in-law made, with wild celery filling. You can't find these anywhere else." The woman picked up a dumpling and put it in Ling Xiao's bowl, while constantly winking at Da Zhu.

Dazhu didn't mind, only marveling that Lingxiao was also a man of character, offering him food and drink as he pleased.

"Sister-in-law, where are the children at home? I haven't seen them." While Ling Xiao was dealing with Da Zhu, Xie Yu Hua asked the woman.

"He went to his maternal grandparents' house. No wonder Dazhu insisted on becoming sworn brothers with Xiaoling. I'm really not a very good cook, so the brat went straight to his grandparents' house and won't be back until after dinner tonight," the woman said somewhat embarrassedly.