Chapter 260 Dilemma
Wang Qiaoer's face trembled.
She cried and confessed: "I was wrong at the beginning. I shouldn't have forced Fugui to recognize someone else as his father."
"Old man, you are so old, you can't still be fussy about your grandson, right?"
Deng Fugui clenched his fists, but said nothing.
His eyes were red, and he felt ashamed and guilty!
Uncle Deng wanted to say something but stopped, wanting to persuade the old village chief, but he knew his father's temper.
The old village chief looked at Deng Fugui: "This child, if he follows you, our old Deng family will never want him."
"Unless Fugui says in person that he doesn't recognize you as his mother, then I will take care of him. As long as I have a bite to eat, he won't starve to death."
"But Fugui, do you dare to say it?" The old village chief asked.
At the beginning, he gave Deng Fugui a choice.
But that time, Deng Fugui said that he would accompany Wang Qiaoer back to the Ba family.
Uncle Deng was anxious: "Dad, you are embarrassing the child."
"Shut up!" The old village chief scolded fiercely.
His eyes were gloomy, revealing a sense of oldness and complexity.
Deng Fugui would be ruined if he followed Wang Qiaoer.
He had to be cruel and separate the child from Wang Qiaoer.
Wang Qiaoer heard this and immediately pushed Deng Fugui forward.
"From now on, I will sever the mother-son relationship with him. I am not his mother anymore. Old man, you can take care of the child instead of me."
"Fugui is still so young, you can't watch him freeze to death outside." Wang Qiaoer said, wiping her tears.
She stood up: "I'm leaving."
Unexpectedly, Deng Fugui lowered his head, knelt down to the old village chief, and kowtowed several times.
But he said: "Grandpa, please give me and my mother some steamed buns, I will leave with my mother now, and I don't ask to be recognized as Deng's family."
"Before, my mother and I let you down, let my father down, we will never come again, but it is impossible for me to abandon my mother, filial piety does not allow it!"
Wang Qiaoer was shocked.
She was anxious: "You stupid child, you are really stubborn!"
"Follow me, do you want to die?" Wang Qiaoer beat and kicked Deng Fugui, tears streaming down her face.
She finally cried and said: "If you can live, mother will not be afraid of death, do you understand?"
Deng Fugui held Wang Qiaoer's hand tightly and cried: "Mom, I can't let you die!"
Seeing the mother and son crying together.
The old village chief had a complicated expression, and finally, he shook his head and sighed.
He said to Uncle Deng: "Go get two sets of clothes for them and a bag of steamed buns."
"From now on, you will never come back." After saying that, the old village chief turned around and left with an old figure.
The villagers followed and left. Sister-in-law Liu looked at Deng Fugui hesitantly.
Although she and Wang Qiaoer had conflicts, they both had children.
Sister-in-law Liu couldn't bear it, so she stuffed her scarf and gloves to Deng Fugui.
"Take it." After saying that, she turned and left, fearing that Deng Fugui would catch up and give it back to her.
Some villagers in Xiangyun Village gave felt hats, and some gave cloaks.
At the beginning, Shen Ningning told them to store clothes and food every day, so every household now has no pressure.
There was no impact when encountering snowstorms.
They all felt sorry for Deng Fugui, knowing that he was caught between his parents.
Deng Fugui felt the kindness of Xiangyun Village and burst into tears.
Wang Qiaoer regretted it even more.
At the beginning, she left arrogantly and looked down on this group of villagers.
She always felt that she was a superior person after marrying the Ba family.
Who would have thought that when she was in trouble, it was still this group of people who once looked down on her who lent a hand.
The villagers left one after another, and Deng Fugui kowtowed and knelt to thank them one by one.
Until Uncle Deng came with clothes and food.
Seeing that Deng Fugui was wearing thin clothes, he also wrapped his cloak around the child.
Touching Deng Fugui's frozen face, Uncle Deng's eyes turned red.
"Son, you have grown taller."
Deng Fugui glanced at Wang Qiaoer, and seeing her nod with tears in her eyes, he dared to cry and shouted, "Dad!"
Deng Fugui threw himself into Uncle Deng's arms.
He lived in the Ba family even worse than the servants.
He had the title of young master, but everyone said he was raised by a young woman.
Not only was he not Badeshun's biological son, but even his stepmother treated him like a dog at home.
Wang Qiaoer stood up and patted the snow foam on the child and herself.
"Fugui, we have to go."
Uncle Deng reluctantly pulled his son's hand.
Deng Fugui said, "When the natural disaster is over, if I am still alive, I will come to see my father again."
Uncle Deng was very soft-hearted when he heard it.
He watched him and Wang Qiaoer walk away in the deep snow.
"Wait!" Uncle Deng chased after him and gave Wang Qiaoer a bunch of keys.
He looked back at the entrance of the village, but no one noticed.
Uncle Deng said hurriedly, "I am in Guangyang County, and I have a small firewood yard."
"I stored food and wood there, originally for emergency use, you can live there first."
Wang Qiaoer raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Really? For us to live there? Then... what if the old man finds out?"
Uncle Deng sighed: "I won't tell my father for the time being, but I'm doing this for the children."
Wang Qiaoer agreed with him and said, "I know, for Fugui, I can risk my life, don't worry."
Deng Fugui remembered Uncle Deng's kindness and wanted to kowtow to him.
But Uncle Deng held him up, wiping his tears and saying, "You are my biological son, it is my duty to take care of you, Fugui, take care of yourself and your mother."
Seeing the two of them leaving, Uncle Deng returned to the village with satisfaction.
Sister-in-law Liu had returned home and saw Uncle Liu making a quilt to cover her son.
She sighed: "I wish I had listened to you. I sold more than half of my stuff, and the few quilts and jackets I have left won't be enough if the weather gets colder."
Uncle Liu didn't look up and said calmly: "Let's sew all the quilts together. It will be enough for a family of three."
Sister-in-law Liu felt sad.
She sat next to Uncle Liu and tugged on his sleeve.
"Tell me, can we ask for Ning Ning..."
"No!" Before she could finish her words, Uncle Liu had already scolded her severely.
He glared: "You didn't listen to Ning Ning back then and insisted on selling things."
"Now that I regret it, I can't ask Ning Ning to take pity on you. We will bear the pain you have done yourself!"
Sister-in-law Liu's eyes were red and she was cursing in a hurry.
"Didn't I prescribe medicine for our baby in exchange for some money? You will blame me now!"
"The whole village is living a happy life, but we are the only ones suffering from the cold. I see you and your children suffering from me, and don't I blame myself in my heart!"
She wiped away her tears and said, "I beg you for Ning Ning, and I won't lose a piece of my flesh!"
Uncle Liu threw the quilt on the kang.
He said in a fierce tone: "In short, I just don't agree."
Watching Uncle Liu go to the kitchen to light the fire, Sister-in-law Liu felt so angry that her heart ached.
At this time, in the imperial dining room of the palace.
All the royal chefs and cooks stood at the door, watching Shen Ningning step on the stool and stand by the stove to work.
The little guy boiled water in a pot, and when the cold water touched the hot pot, there was a sizzling sound, and white smoke slowly came out.
She dropped a few medicinal herbs and ginseng whiskers in a familiar manner and stirred them gently.
Then he opened the purse he carried with him and found some spices inside.
The imperial chef's eyes widened and he wanted to learn from his master, but he found that what Shen Ningning put in was the most common things.
Salt, sugar, pepper, and two handfuls of green onion-like grass.
Finally, the little guy cut the white radish into pieces and added two fried eggs to make a pot of soup.
When she was done, the cooks hurriedly stepped forward, loosened the apron for the little one, and gently squeezed her little arms to relax her.
The imperial chef shouted: "The soup is ready, bring it to His Highness the Prince!"
The eunuchs and maids filed in, first tested the poison, and then asked the imperial doctor to take a look at it, confirm it was correct, and send it to Zichen Palace.
The great chef quietly stopped Shen Ningning.
He rubbed his hands, exhaled a breath of white mist, and asked flatteringly: "Princess, when you make soup, do you only put so much in it?"
"Yes, it's that simple." Shen Ningning nodded.
The chef was surprised.
Can such a simple soup make the prince's cold symptoms improve within two days?
They had done the same thing before, but when the prince drank it, it didn't work at all.