Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 133.1

Song Hongmei roughly negotiated the matter and then went straight home. Before leaving, she thought for a moment and decided to leave the bag of locust flowers.

Seventh Granduncle, sharp and shrewd with age, could tell exactly what she was thinking from her expression, and his irritation only grew!

—She claimed she would treat them well in the future, but even a ghost wouldn’t believe that.

After she left, he carried a large bucket from the bathroom to the balcony to continue watering the plants. At over sixty, his body was still steady and strong.

Seventh Granduncle’s wife sighed, “Honestly, if Sancheng’s family is willing to take care of us, it might work out. We wouldn’t rely on the younger ones but just count on Sancheng and his wife being kind.”

Seventh Granduncle didn’t speak, but it was clear he was also thinking about it.

After so many years as a couple, Seventh Granduncle’s wife understood what was on his mind.

“We’re still younger than Youde by a few years. If he can count on Sancheng, and we have a house here, it wouldn’t put him at a loss to take care of us in old age. Why can’t we?”

If it weren’t for their strong attachment to their homeland, they would never have considered going to the frontier. Even now, with a son and money but no one to care for them, they felt the weight of their choices.

Seventh Granduncle finally set down the water ladle, his expression grim. “I’ve always known that they are honest people. But their family has a lot of burdens.”

“Not to mention anything else, but what about their son in the future?”

“If we really settle things with them and have someone to care for us in our old age, I’d be happy. But the problem is with this house. If we don’t leave it to them, that would be a burden on our conscience.”

“But if we do… it won’t be good for their son.”

A poor fool in the village can at least survive somehow. But a rich fool… even if he manages to stay alive, who knows how much suffering he might endure?

Seventh Granduncle’s wife understood.

He had thought about this many times, probably considering every possibility in the entire village.

Since that was the case…

Seventh Granduncle’s wife sighed, “We’re still in good health and capable, so it’s not something we can decide with just a word. Let’s take it slowly. If their kid comes over tomorrow and truly asks you to be the chef, then we can go back to the old house and stay for a while, right?”

Knowing him better than anyone, Seventh Granduncle’s wife smiled with anticipation. “I know you well enough. You’ve been cooking for me, an old woman, every day at home, and you’re getting frustrated because you can’t fully showcase your skills, right?”

Seventh Granduncle remained stubborn. “What’s there to go back for? The old house has nothing; it’s inconvenient.”

He spoke while casually grabbing a handful of locust flowers, first sniffing them and then squinting before popping a flower bud into his mouth.