General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming Chapter 863: Maternal Strength (2)

Chapter 863: Maternal Strength (2)

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Was she threatened by a brat just now?

Shame! Shame!

On the way back to the Cheng family, Su Xiaoxiao drew the man’s hand. This was the only characteristic that could prove the man’s ident.i.ty. Mei Ji looked at it. ‘Wow, was this injured by a scimitar? What a strange wound.”

Su Xiaoxiao said, “It’s indeed strange, but it’s precisely because it’s strange that those who have seen it must have a deep impression of it. Give it to your Master and Wei Ting later.”

Mei Ji nodded. “Got it.”

After she put away the drawing paper, Su Xiaoxiao lifted the curtain and said to the coachman, “I want to buy some snacks. Find the best shop.”

The coachman pointed perfunctorily at a shop by the road. “The snacks there are not bad.”

Su Xiaoxiao said coldly, ‘Who are you fooling? That shop is deserted. It’s obvious that no one bought it. It would be strange if the snacks are delicious! I’m buying these for my grandmother. If she finds it disgusting, I wonder if you can continue to work in the Cheng family tomorrow!”

The coachman could not afford to offend Cheng Sang, so he could only bite the bullet and rush the carriage to an old bakery. The people queuing almost reached the opposite street.

Su Xiaoxiao was very satisfied. “There are too many people. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for a long time. It’s almost dark. My grandmother will be worried if I go back too late. Mei Ji, go buy it.” “Yes, Miss!”

Mei Ji jumped off the carriage.

Su Xiaoxiao and the coachman returned home.

After choosing for half a day in the Holy Maiden Temple today, it was already dusk when they arrived at the Cheng family.

Cheng Sang sat alone in the wheelchair outside the courtyard and looked eagerly in the direction of the path.

Ever since Su Xiaoxiao went out in the morning, Cheng Sang had been sitting here motionless. She didn’t eat lunch or dinner, nor did she drink a drop of water.

It was not until she saw that familiar figure that she finally felt emotion.

“Weiwei…”

“Mother.”

Su Xiaoxiao saw her too.

The softest part of her heart suddenly ached.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly walked up to her and bent down to tidy her wind-tossed hair.

“Have you been waiting long?”

She lacked experience in taking care of such patients and forgot to tell Cheng Sang to wait for her in the house.

“Yes.” Cheng Sang nodded aggrievedly, his eyes red. “Why were you gone for so long? I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to find you again… Weiwei… Don’t abandon Mother…

Su Xiaoxiao wiped her tears. “How could I not want my mother? Look, I’m back now.”

Cheng Sang handed the box in her arms to Su Xiaoxiao. “Here.”

Su Xiaoxiao opened it. There was a box of shortbread inside. She had been hugging it to warm it.

“Weiwei, eat,” Cheng Sang said.

Su Xiaoxiao looked up into her child-like eyes and smiled. “Mother should eat too.”

She took a piece and handed it to Cheng Sang.

“Weiwei, eat first.”

“Okay, I’ll eat.”

Su Xiaoxiao took a bite.

Not to mention anything else, Xie Yunhe had put in a lot of effort in food and clothing, accommodation, and transportation. The chef he found was extremely skilled. The shortbread was sweet but not greasy, and it was oily and fragrant.

However, when she bit it, she felt the tip of her nose turn sour and her throat swell.

“Is it delicious, Weiwei?” Cheng Sang tilted his head and asked.

“It’s delicious, especially delicious. Mom, try it too.” She picked a piece and fed it to Cheng Sang.

Cheng Sang ate happily.

The shortbread that Weiwei fed her was the best!

“Are you hungry?” “Hungry.”

“I’ll cook for Mother.”

“I want to go too!”

Cheng Sang stuck to Su Xiaoxiao.

After going crazy, Cheng Sang’s mind was similar to a child’s, but even so, a lunatic could sense whoever treated her sincerely or superficial.

The servants in the courtyard respected Cheng Sang, but it was a mission that they had to complete. They thought that Cheng Sang did not understand or hear them and mocked her.

Su Xiaoxiao went to make dinner, so Cheng Sang moved a small stool to the stove and helped Su Xiaoxiao add firewood.

Even if she only had the mind of a child left, Su Xiaoxiao only taught her once before she learned it. She was very smart.

If he had not gone crazy, who knew what kind of family head she would be.

As Su Xiaoxiao cooked, she didn’t forget to keep watch on Cheng Sang, afraid that she would burn herself.

Cheng Sang shook her head and hummed a tune she had learned from Mei Ji. She was carefree and immersed in the happiness of interacting with her daughter.

Su Xiaoxiao made red braised pork, crucian carp tofu soup, and stir-fried vegetables.

Cheng Sang didn’t like vegetables and refused.

Su Xiaoxiao wanted to feed her, so she covered her mouth and ran around the house.

“Mother, you have to eat vegetables.”

“But I don’t want to eat it.”

“Weiwei wants Mom to eat it.”

Cheng Sang was extremely conflicted. “Then… alright.”

She ate a few vegetables fearlessly and felt wronged.

Halfway through her meal, Su Xiaoxiao asked calmly, “By the way, Mother, have you heard of the Holy Selection?”

“Holy Selection…” Cheng Sang looked up at the sky and tried her best to think about what the word meant.

“It’s choosing the Saintess.”

“Ah, about that. I know.”

“If I want to go too, would you agree?”

“Agreed. I agree to whatever Weiwei wants to do!”

“But… I’m not qualified to partic.i.p.ate, and I don’t know how to do it.”

“To partic.i.p.ate…” Cheng Sang tilted his head and thought for a moment. “Ah! I have it!”

She put down her bowl and chopsticks and quickly went to her big box.

A clean diaper covered Su Xiaoxiao’s head.

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.

After emptying the box, she crawled in and opened a small secret compartment at the bottom of the box. She took out a token and came to Su Xiaoxiao excitedly. “Weiwei, here!”

Su Xiaoxiao took it. “This is—”

Cheng Sang said, “The family head token! Dad said that it can’t be given to anyone except Weiwei!”

Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Can I partic.i.p.ate with this?”

Cheng Sang nodded heavily. “Yes!”

No wonder the little guy carried the Yin family’s family head token with him. Wasn’t she going to partic.i.p.ate in the election today?

There should be another way to partic.i.p.ate. Otherwise, Cheng Qingxue and those women from the commoners would lose their qualifications. However, the family head tokens of the four great families must have some advantage.

Unexpectedly, the family head token of the Cheng family was not in the hands of Xie Yunhe and Cheng Lian.

Xie Yunhe and Cheng Lian had been locking Cheng Sang up for this family master token.

Who would have thought that Cheng Sang would never forget Old Master Cheng’s instructions after being crazy for so many years?

If they found out that the family head token that they had racked their brains for 30 years had fallen into her hands, would they be so angry that they would vomit blood?