Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"I dare you! Liu Erdan, you'd better drag your crazy woman away, or your uncle's spoon won't recognize anyone." Mo Quan stood in front of his granddaughter, picked up the soup spoon, and waved it at Erdan's aunt.

Mo Mei, holding a bowl of soup, gripped it tightly with her fingers, her expression extremely unnatural and serious. She thought to herself: If Aunt Erdan dares to lay a hand on me, I'll throw the soup in her face and see if she dares to bully my sister again!

"Stop embarrassing yourself here." Liu Erdan came over and pulled his wife back, then turned to Mo Quan and said, "Uncle Mo, you know that's just her temper, don't take it to heart."

Aunt Erdan wouldn't let it go. She turned around, pushed her husband away, and pointed at Mo Lan with one finger, shouting, "You little brat, you better explain yourself! Where am I old? If you can't explain yourself, I'll tear your mouth apart so you can keep gossiping like a maggot!"

Looking at Aunt Erdan's somewhat distorted face, Mo Lan couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Women really are all afraid of getting old.

She cleared her throat and said, "The second branch of the Mo family separated from our first branch a long time ago. Last time, when Third Uncle owed gambling debts and wanted to sell me and Xiao San'er, Aunt Erdan was probably watching the show outside. Third Aunt has such a deep grudge against us and we've separated from the family, so how can she be considered part of my family? If Aunt Erdan can't even remember this, isn't that just because she's old?"

"Who said that! I didn't even go to see it, how would I know what happened? Saying that Mo Laosan lost money gambling, I think you're just trying to trip him up because you want to divide the family. Cui Shi is much more honest than you." Aunt Erdan started to distort the truth.

Mo Lan wanted to argue with her but didn't want to waste time; she wanted to sell all the buns quickly so she could go back for dinner.

"Auntie can say whatever she wants about this. Anyway, it's not far from the village. People will find out what's going on as soon as they ask. But Auntie, you need to understand that talking nonsense will send you to hell. You'll be boiled in oil and have your tongue pulled out. Tsk tsk..." Mo Lan decided to finish this quickly and scare people with superstition.

"You, you brat, I won't bother with you." Aunt Erdan knew she was in the wrong and, fearing for her life, said sheepishly. Liu Erdan then took the opportunity to pull her back.

"Uncles and sirs, if you think my buns aren't tasty or too expensive, Lanlan will never force you to buy them. Buying and selling should be based on your own willingness. But what I want to say is that the Mo family's buns are made with the best meat. We make food with conscience." Mo Lan's words were firm and powerful.

"Alright, little girl, you're right. I'm telling you, you grown men, you believe everything you hear. I don't even need to taste it to know that the buns from that shop can't compare to the Mo family's. You get what you pay for. If you want something good but complain about the price, you can't expect that. Hurry up and eat, and get back to work." The bearded manager, Qin, had almost finished eating and stood up, addressing everyone.

"The manager is right, Old Mo's steamed buns are still the best. I'll stick with them from now on. Give me three steamed buns."

Everyone understood and started clamoring for steamed buns.

Mo Lan walked up to the dark-faced man and said, "Uncle, what you just said was quite hurtful. My grandfather is an elder, after all. You came here to make a scene based on hearsay. Now that things are clear, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

"Show me something? How should I show me something? Can I buy an extra steamed bun?" The burly, dark-faced man was taken aback and asked Mo Lan.

"Whether you buy the steamed buns or not is another matter, but shouldn't you apologize, Uncle?" Mo Lan was speechless. She wanted him to apologize, but he said he wanted to buy another steamed bun. She didn't know whether to call him honest or call him clueless.

"Is that what you mean? Old Niu, I didn't quite understand. I was wondering why you're so shrewd, little girl. Okay, I'll listen to you, Uncle Mo. This whole thing was my fault. I'm a bit hot-tempered, I believe whatever people say. Please don't take it to heart, Uncle. I'll buy all my steamed buns from your store from now on, and I won't believe anything anyone says anymore." The man finished speaking in a simple and honest manner, then turned to Mo Lan and said, "Girl, is this a good idea?"

Mo Lan nodded helplessly. There was no way to get angry at such a person. On the contrary, such a person was quite lovable. He was straightforward and couldn't keep secrets. However, he was too impatient and easily caused trouble.

"Brother, let bygones be bygones. Here, take these buns and eat them." Mo Quan handed three buns to the dark-faced man.

"Hey, your steamed buns are so fragrant." The dark-faced man took the buns and didn't forget to compliment them.

After tidying up, Mo Lan and the others turned back. There were still a dozen or so buns in the wooden box. This was the first time they hadn't sold all the buns.

When the group returned to the backyard, Qiu had already prepared the meal. Seeing that everyone's spirits were low, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Lan quietly recounted the events. Mo Quan sat there smoking his pipe.

"That shameless woman, she even dares to bully us at home! I'll tear her mouth apart and make her rotten tongue say that our family is rotten meat. That Cui woman isn't a good person either, how could she go out and say such things? I'll go and talk to her right now." Qiu Shi had a straightforward temper. Before the family was divided, she was used to being suppressed, but now that the family was divided, she became more and more straightforward.

"Second son's wife, come back. What good will it do to make a scene? There will definitely be more gossip like this in the future. Can you chase everyone into their houses to argue? We know what we've done. In time, people will understand. Doing things properly is better than anything else. Let them talk. I want to see what kind of trouble they can cause." Wang called out to her daughter-in-law, stopping her from going.

Qiu sat down angrily, determined to have a fight with Cui and Aunt Erdan the next time she saw them, to make them say that their meat was bad and that they were bullying her daughter.

"Lanlan, how many steamed buns did Erdan's family sell?" Wang asked Molan.

"Less than half, I guess. Apart from the first few people who bought their buns, not many others did. They steamed quite a lot," Mo Lan said, revealing her assessment.

“There might be more things like this in the future, so we need to stay calm and collected. We shouldn’t be afraid of anyone competing with us; only in the end will we see who wins and who loses.” Wang’s eyes gleamed, and she spoke with composure.

"Okay," Mo Lan replied.

"Eat up, everyone! You've been busy all morning, you must be exhausted. Share these buns," Wang called out to everyone as they ate.

"Let's heat up the steamed buns for dinner. This is enough for lunch," Mo Lan suggested, looking at the food on the table.

"Okay, then let's eat tonight." Madam Wang agreed with a smile, and everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.

After dinner, everyone tidied up, leaving Mo Changhe to watch over the new house alone, while the rest went back with Wang Shi. Now, their family goes to the new house early in the morning and stays there until they return to rest in the evening, so they rarely run into the second branch of the family, thus avoiding a lot of unnecessary trouble.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they heard a commotion coming from Mo Jin's house:

"What are you saying, Father? I didn't go out and make a scene. You always side with the eldest son's family. They don't care about us at all. Why don't they help us out when they're making money? As for me, the eldest son's family might have been the ones who set up the gambling den for my husband's losses. Their goal is to separate from us so they can make money and live a life of luxury. They're so heartless!" This was Cui Shi's loud voice.

"What nonsense! It was clearly Changsheng who did the heartless thing, why are you blaming your uncle and his wife? They made money because people liked your aunt and sister-in-law's cooking skills, that's why they gave them money to open the shop. Your uncle and his wife are just earning a hard-earned living. Look how tired they are, and instead of helping them, you gossip about them. Changsheng, you should talk to your wife properly." This was Mo Jin's voice.

"Husband, you should say less. I think what your wife said is right. That Wang woman has a lot of tricks up her sleeve. There might be some hidden agenda. I see you going out to help all the time, but you haven't brought back a single penny. Those people over there are stingy." Feng's tone was full of disdain.

"What are you saying? That person over there is my own brother. Isn't it my duty to help him? And you want money? Am I even a human being?" Mo Jin's voice was full of anger.

"Enough, stop arguing. I'm not human, I'm heartless, I'm an animal, alright? I'm leaving, and from now on, mind your own business." Mo Changsheng's cold voice rang out.

"Where are you going, my lord? Wait for me!" Cui's voice was filled with anxiety.

“You, you unfilial son! Sigh…” Mo Jin’s voice was full of helplessness.

"It's all your fault. All you do is talk about him all day long. I think you can't even tell who's close to you anymore," Madam Feng muttered.

Mo Changsheng stormed out of the house, ignoring Cui Shi's shouts. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the group of people from the eldest branch of the family, and his face darkened even more. Without saying a word, he walked straight over.

"Oh, you're all back! I was saying you wouldn't come back until you finished collecting the money. What? You haven't even finished counting the money yet, why did you come back!" As soon as Cui saw them, she looked at them like they were enemies, and she didn't say anything nice.

"Third Aunt, you have a bad memory, don't you? This is our house. We can come back whenever we want, or not if we don't want to. As for counting the silver, oh dear, my hands are sore from counting silver all day. Grandma, let's go back to our rooms, wash up, and go to sleep. Otherwise, our arms will start to hurt." Mo Lan teased Cui Shi with a smile.

"Look at you, so smug! Don't be so arrogant, you brat. You'll regret this later." Cui spat on the ground.

“My daughter is someone else’s business, but those scoundrels, who did such wicked things, will get their comeuppance sooner or later.” Mrs. Qiu’s voice was also loud.

"Who are you talking about?" Cui glared at Qiu and questioned her.

"Whoever chimes in, I'll accuse them of using underhanded tactics behind people's backs. Bah, shameless!" Qiu retorted, not to be outdone.

"You still dare to talk! Say another word and I'll tear your mouth apart!" Madam Cui rolled up her sleeves, ready to rush over.

“Come here. Let’s see who’s tearing whom apart! Those who smear others from behind will end up with rotten mouths, rotten tongues, rotten intestines, and rotten stomachs.” Qiu stepped forward, not afraid at all.