Chapter 338: Late Night Calm

Late Night

Cao Weiguo returned to the Sihe Academy as if nothing had happened, rarely not bumping into the Third Uncle.

The middle courtyard actually seemed somewhat desolate without Jia Zhangshi.

However, he did run into the Second Uncle in the back courtyard, who was heading to the restroom.

"Weiguo is back."

The Second Uncle said with a kind face: "Don't work too hard; your health is the capital of the revolution. Rest when you should."

Cao Weiguo laughed: "Thanks for your concern, Second Uncle, I'll be sure to take note."

The Second Uncle asked curiously: "What was up this afternoon? You left in such a rush?"

Cao Weiguo made up a random excuse: "Ah! A friend had a last-minute banquet for an important guest and asked me to help cook dinner."

The Second Uncle gave a thumbs up: "I have to say, your culinary skills are top-notch!"

The Second Uncle had found that lunch to be an endless delight.

He was thoroughly impressed by Cao Weiguo's cooking.

He also understood why so many people asked Cao Weiguo to take charge of the ladle.

After a few perfunctory pleasantries, Cao Weiguo pushed his bicycle home.

The Second Uncle still felt unsatisfied, but suddenly a wave of urgency hit him, and he began to walk away with his legs crossed.

Upon arriving home, Song Yulan was hunched over the sewing machine making clothes.

Seeing Cao Weiguo return, she immediately stopped her work.

"You must be exhausted today!"

"Are you hungry?"

"I'll go heat up some steamed buns for you."

Cao Weiguo pulled Song Yulan back: "I've already had dinner."

"Then sit for a while, I'll go pour your foot-washing water."

The diligent wife took out the basin, poured in boiling water, and mixed in some cold water.

Feeling the temperature was right, she carried the basin to Cao Weiguo and knelt down.

She washed Cao Weiguo's feet without the slightest disdain.

Many people in the courtyard said Cao Weiguo was short-sighted for marrying a rural girl.

But if Cao Weiguo had to choose again, he would still marry Song Yulan.

Love at first sight!

Gentle and simple!

Hardworking and virtuous!

A good wife like this is hard to find even with a lantern.

Marrying such a wife, the beauty within is something outsiders cannot experience.

Song Yulan's soft hands kept kneading his feet, carefully cleaning every spot.

It made Cao Weiguo feel as comfortable as if he were floating on clouds.

While washing his feet, Song Yulan suddenly asked: "Weiguo, do you prefer boys or girls?"

Cao Weiguo leaned comfortably against the chair back: "As long as it's our child, I like them regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl."

"You're just good at coaxing people."

Song Yulan smiled happily, and while washing his feet, she whispered:

"I want to give you a boy."

"But I never seem to get pregnant; do you think there might be something wrong with my body?"

In the afternoon, several women had chatted about having children.

This made Song Yulan, who had yet to conceive, deeply worried.

Cao Weiguo laughed and said: "What are you imagining? I studied some medicine in the past."

"I can pat my chest and tell you, your body is perfectly healthy."

"Not getting pregnant just means the timing isn't right yet."

"You mustn't let your imagination run wild."

Song Yulan said happily: "You know medicine? You aren't lying to me, are you?"

Cao Weiguo bent down and pinched Song Yulan's nose: "Don't believe me? Alright then? Watch how I deal with you in a moment!"

Song Yulan wasn't afraid of Cao Weiguo's "dealing with her"; on the contrary, she liked it very much.

Front Courtyard

The Third Uncle lay on the bed sighing, as if he had contracted some heart ailment.

Cao Weiguo hadn't run into the Third Uncle when he returned because the Third Uncle was avoiding him.

He truly had no face to show!

He was also afraid of being mocked by Cao Weiguo.

He was the one who took the lead in urging Cao Weiguo to host the banquet.

Yet when the time came, he led his whole family in standing him up.

No matter how he tried to justify it, it was pale and powerless.

So foolish!

So shameful!

The Third Aunt listened to the Third Uncle's sighs and comforted him with some heartache:

"Old Yan, don't overthink it." ===== CHAPTER 340 =====