Chapter 352: It Seems Our Family's Fate Is Not to End

The old lady suddenly spoke in an urgent voice: "How did I smell fish soup?"

The old man had wanted to call her fanciful, but then he too smelled the fish soup and, disregarding everything else, used one hand to lift the lid off each of the two clay pots.

Both of them shouted excitedly: "This, this, this..."

One clay pot held stewed fish, the other held thick, fragrant millet porridge; it was clear care had been taken.

The old man became even more certain that the little girl had brought these things; seeing that the porridge was clearly brewed for his grandson, his eyes instantly filled with tears.

Turning to look at his old wife, who wore the same expression, he said: "It seems our family's fate is not to end."

His voice carried a sob.

Xiao Laoyezi Kang, who had shed no tears despite all they had endured, now let tears fall.

The old lady recovered first: "Old man, quickly, quickly serve some millet porridge to Xiao Ze and Yuanwei."

Hearing his wife's words, Xiao Laoyezi Kang hurried into action.

The old lady took a bowl of porridge first: "Xiao Ze, come, let's drink porridge."

She scooped a spoonful and held it to her grandson's mouth; perhaps the child smelled the fragrance of the rice, he instinctively opened his mouth.

The old lady was deeply moved; she knew clearly that as long as he could eat something, there was a possibility of survival.

Watching her grandson drink the porridge spoonful by spoonful, the old lady's dead heart came back to life.

She dared not feed too much; after all, the child had not eaten proper food for a long time, and she feared causing other illnesses.

The old man also helped his son sit up: "Yuanwei, come, there is food; Dad will feed you a bit."

Kang Yuanwei slowly opened his eyes: "Dad, did you go beg the Party Secretary again?"

The old man scooped a spoonful of porridge and held it to his son's mouth: "No, I did not go; this porridge was sent by a kind person."

Knowing what his son was thinking, he quickly said: "Son, only by living is there hope; do you not want me and your mother, the white-haired, to send off the black-haired?"

Kang Yuanwei looked at his white-haired parents, closed his eyes briefly, and said: "You are right; only by living is there hope to avenge Yu Jiao, only by living is there hope to watch those people descend to hell together."

The old man wanted to say something, his lips moved several times, but in the end it only turned into a sigh.

His daughter-in-law, such a good person, had taken her own life in such a tragic manner; his son had been utterly broken ever since, and even after being sent here, had not recovered: "Son, if you are gone, your mother and I, and Xiao Ze, will be even less able to live peacefully; do you understand what I mean?"

Kang Yuanwei said nothing; instead, he drank that bowl of porridge clean from the old man's hand.

Yes, he could not die silently like this; he must live to return and avenge his wife, support his parents until their old age, watch his son grow up, and later, when he descended to the underworld, have something to report to his wife.

Liu Chuxue had not expected that one meal would, by a twist of fate, save their entire family.

The next day, before dawn, Liu's father and Liu's mother were already up.

Liu Chuxue was sleeping soundly when she heard a knock on the door: "Liu Chuxue, get up."

She opened her sleepy eyes: "Mom, it's not dawn yet; let me sleep a while longer."

But as soon as she drifted off, Liu's mother's knocking sounded again: "It's not that Mom doesn't want you to sleep longer; just think of Fu Yan Cheng's nature; he would never come at noon. Listen, get up quickly; don't let them arrive before you have gotten yourself ready."

With no choice, since she wouldn't get up, Liu's mother kept knocking outside: "Alright, stop knocking; I'm getting up right now."

Hearing movement inside the room, Liu's mother finally felt relieved and headed to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)