Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket! Chapter 490: Ah Yu Is a Silly Sister

Chapter 490: Ah Yu Is a Silly Sister

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

w.a.n.g Wulang and Hu Sanpang fought, but in the end, they accidentally injured Little Ah Yu and knocked out her baby tooth that was about to fall off.

The two of them were carried home by the elders and beaten up fiercely.

Widow Zhou was especially meticulous. The next day, she asked Hu Sanpang, “Didn’t you have the best relations.h.i.+p with w.a.n.g Wulang in the past? Why did you fight with him?”

Hu Sanpang gritted his teeth in pain. He didn’t dare to think too much and said, “I didn’t say anything. I just asked Little Ah Yu to marry me in the future.” Initially, Widow Zhou had even carried a bowl of broth and was about to feed it to Hu Sanpang.

When she heard this, she directly drank the broth herself.

She turned around and walked out.

“Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, my soup. I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I’m so hungry!”

“I think you’re very full.”

You even ate too much.

Coincidentally, w.a.n.g Wulang was also asked about the reason for the fight. He told the truth.

Liu s.h.i.+ returned to the kitchen and cooked the cured meat that Third Aunt Hu had sent over. She also wanted to cut it into thin strips and personally feed it to w.a.n.g Wulang.

w.a.n.g Wulang was flattered. But before he could open his mouth, it was taken away by Madam Zhang, who had rushed in.

“Sister-in-law, don’t spoil him. He was lucky today to only fight with someone from the village. No matter what, he’s already injured Ah Yu. If we reward him today, who knows what he’ll do in the future?”

Liu s.h.i.+ thought that it made sense, so she took the meat strips away under w.a.n.g Wulang’s eager gaze.

w.a.n.g Wulang lay on the bed and wailed, “Mother, why are you so ruthless?

Even if I don’t have any credit, I should at least have worked hard, right? How dare Hu Sanpang covet my sister? Can’t I beat him up?”

Madam Zhang snorted. “Why can’t you beat him up? As long as you can avoid others’ eyes and don’t cause trouble for your family, you can beat him to death.”

w.a.n.g Wulang blinked. “Mother, you don’t blame me even if I beat someone to death?”

“Why should I blame you? On this day next year, I’ll add an incense stick to your grave and consider it our fate as mother and son.”

w.a.n.g Wulang:”…”

This was not all. When the other brothers of the w.a.n.g Family found out about w.a.n.g Wulang’s miserable state, they mocked him.

w.a.n.g Dalang naturally criticized him for being so rash.

w.a.n.g Erlang was much more direct. “So what if you only know how to show off your bravery? This is a self-harming method. If you really want to vent your anger, there are many ways. The stupidest thing is to do yourself in.”

“Third Brother, Fourth Brother, are you here to laugh at me too?” w.a.n.g Wulang lay on the bed dejectedly. “I’m already in enough trouble.”

w.a.n.g Sanlang said, “No, I just wanted to remind you that our family is going to the temple fair tomorrow. Thinking that you might not have anything to eat, I left two steamed buns for you.”

This temple fair was an annual large temple fair, so it was naturally especially lively.

“I have two steamed buns here. There’s no more buns with the delicious stuffing. This is a five-kernel stuffing and a bitter melon dry stuffing. Please fill your stomach even if it’s reluctantly.”

w.a.n.g Wulang:”…”

They were all his brothers. They were definitely real.

He was wrong. He really knew his mistake. He would never be so rash again.

In the dead of the night, a little fellow slipped into w.a.n.g Wulang’s room.

A warm little hand touched his forehead. In the cold winter, this warmth was very obvious.

Then, a finger opened his mouth and stuffed something in. Almost instantly, a sweet taste spread.

“Ah Yu?”

Right on the heels of that, Little Ah Yu’s voice sounded in the darkness.

“It’s me! Fifth Big Brother didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t blame you,” Little Ah Yu emphasized. “I was just frightened to tears previously. Actually, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Alright,” w.a.n.g Wulang replied gloomily.

He buried his head in the blanket. His mouth was sweet, but his heart ached.

A stream of tears fell from the corner of his eyes and silently seeped into the blanket.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t been punched in the face or had his teeth knocked out before. How could it not hurt?

Silly sister..