The Qi siblings were hearing the entire story behind their parents’ selling themselves into servitude for the first time and were all shocked. Qi Kangming was extremely angry, blaming the Grandparents Qi for being so heartless, even to the extent of causing their eldest brother’s death. No wonder their parents never mentioned anything about their hometown. Whenever the siblings brought it up, their parents’ faces would cloud over. Once, their mother had even exploded in anger, scolding them and forbidding them from asking about their hometown again. Since then, although they remained curious, they knew better than to mention their hometown in front of their parents, and never brought it up again. But every year in October, they would take out a set of little clothes and hold a memorial for it. And those little clothes were the only memento left by their elder brother. "Dad, Mom, don’t worry, your son will definitely make something of himself and take good care of you, so you won’t have to suffer anymore!" After finding out about the miserable life his parents had when they were young, Qi Kangming vowed never to let them suffer again. Qi Kangle also said, "Dad, Mom, don’t worry, I will listen to cousin Xiao Yu and take good care of the scars on my face, and will definitely heal them... Even if they can’t be fully healed, I won’t pity myself and will live well!" When they were in the Jiang Residence in the Prefecture, cousin Xiao Yu had already told her that she would prescribe her some medicine to remove the scars on her face. Although it might not completely remove them, it was possible to lighten the color of the scars. Gu Jinli found the overly somber atmosphere a bit too much and said to Gu Daya, "Auntie, all these things are in the past. Let’s think about what to eat tonight instead?" She rubbed her stomach, complaining, "I’m so starving after an entire day on the road." The misunderstanding had been cleared, and Gu Daya’s selling of herself years ago was not caused by Qi Panzi, therefore her family would welcome Qi Panzi. "Always thinking about eating," Third Grandma pointed at her, speaking to Gu Daya, "You don’t know her, always thinking about food, using half a bowl of oil every time she cooks, oh, it indeed pains this old lady." Gu Jinli retorted nonchalantly, "Third Grandma, what are we earning money for if not to eat and dress well? The food won’t taste good without enough oil." Third Grandma responded, "Alright, seeing how much you’re craving, I’ll cook two chickens for you tonight, one stewed and one braised, so you can eat all you want." "Alright, thank you, Third Grandma!" Gu Jinli was delighted. With such a cheerful fuss, everyone temporarily set aside their sorrows and cheered up. "Dashan’s wife, Sister Xiu, let’s go to the kitchen and prepare a delicious meal for Daya and the rest. Tonight let’s have plenty of meat and vegetables, everyone can eat their fill," Third Grandma said, picking up two large pottery bowls from the table, turning and opening the cabinet in the hall, and taking out a big bowl of white flour and a big bowl of white rice, adding, "Tonight we’ll have white flour dumplings and big rice meals, no scrimping." Third Grandpa laughed, "You old lady, at home you usually only feed us old rice porridge, but now that Daya is back, you finally show some generosity." He thought of Fuyan and couldn’t help but sigh, if only Fuyan’s family was here too, it would be perfect. Third Grandma glared at Third Grandpa, "You old man, you’re getting on in years, eating white rice every day, your old teeth might just give out." Then she looked at Qi Kangle, who still seemed a bit uneasy, and said to her, "Girl Le, can you make dumplings? Why don’t you go help Third Grandma, how about that?" "I can, I can, I’ll go help Third Grandma," Qi Kangle was very happy, quickly taking the large pottery bowl from Third Grandma’s hands, holding it in her arms, her heart feeling much more at ease because of Third Grandma’s words. "Third Aunt, I’ll go too," Gu Daya, her eyes red, took the bowl of white rice, feeling increasingly stable in her heart; Third Grandma asking them to work didn’t treat them as outsiders, and that was better than anything. "Alright, let’s go together. More people means faster work, and we can have our meal sooner." Third Grandma led Gu Daya, her daughter, Mrs. Cui, and Gu Jinxiu toward the kitchen. Before they reached the kitchen, Mrs. Chen’s voice could be heard at the courtyard gate. "Third Aunt, I heard that Third Uncle and his family have returned, so I came to see." Mrs. Chen was carrying a basket, which, instead of containing Bai Cai, held a slab of streaky pork. Gu Jinli inwardly clicked his tongue, Mrs. Chen was actually bringing meat to their house, spending so lavishly, what was she up to? Seeing Mrs. Chen, Third Grandma couldn’t help but feel annoyed, and said to her: "It’s already getting dark, why aren’t you cooking at home instead of running over here?" Mrs. Chen, with her basket, continued walking and said, "Sister Mei is at home. She’s a grown girl, and if she doesn’t cook, I’m not going to spoil her by letting her do nothing." "Mom, let’s go back," Gu Dewang said, pulling on the hem of Mrs. Chen’s clothing from behind, trying to drag her back home: "Dad will be back from the workshop soon, and if he finds out you came to Third Grandma’s, he’s going to scold you." His father, aware that Third Grandpa and his family were back, had specifically instructed his mother not to go looking for entertainment at Third Grandma’s house and to allow Aunt Daya’s family to have a peaceful meal first. But his mother didn’t listen, and took advantage of his father being busy at the workshop to sneak over. But this time, his mother had been cleverer, not merely using a Bai Cai but bringing a slab of meat instead. That was why Gu Dewang was worried. His mother being so stingy yet willing to bring meat to Third Grandma’s house, she must be scheming something big. "Stop dragging, let go of your old mother!" Mrs. Chen snapped, pulling back her clothing and quickly walked up to Gu Daya, using the dim twilight to scrutinize Gu Daya: "This is Sister Daya, right?" Oh my goodness, my Lord, why does she look so old? Isn’t she supposed to be about the same age as Gu Dashan? Why does Gu Daya look like she’s fifty? That’s much too old, isn’t it? Could it be, this isn’t Gu Daya, but Gu Daya’s mother-in-law? With a smile still on her face, Mrs. Chen’s thoughts were running wild internally until Third Grandma’s scolding broke her train of thought: "Mrs. Chen, are you blind, staring at someone’s face like that? Hurry back home, we’re about to cook and have no time to entertain you." Gu Daya looked at Mrs. Chen and smilingly asked: "Third Aunt, who is this young lady?" Third Grandma said, "She’s Da Gui’s wife. You remember Da Gui, right? The younger brother of Da Fu, from the village chief’s house." Gu Daya thought for a moment and remembered a child who wore cloth robes, carried a small cloth bag, was sent to study by the village chief but couldn’t do well, and always cried on his way home after being caned by the teacher. "So, it’s Little Sister-in-law Da Gui." Time really flies, Da Gui has also found a wife. She just didn’t expect that Da Gui would end up marrying someone like Mrs. Chen. She remembered the village chief had high hopes for Gu Dagui, wishing for him to study and change their family’s social standing. It seems now, Gu Dagui didn’t succeed in his studies and became a farmer. "Hey, my man is exactly Gu Dagui. Hello Sister Daya." Mrs. Chen sized up Gu Daya, noticing her clothing was new but her body was terribly thin, making the clothes not fit well, apparently having suffered a lot on the road while fleeing famine. "Look at how thin you’ve become, such a pitiable sight..." Mrs. Chen clucked her tongue in pity. Hearing this, Third Grandma was unhappy and shouted, "Who are you calling pitiable? When we first fled famine, we were even thinner than Daya’s family."