Ultimately, three carriages made their way to Balibao. When the carriages came to a stop, Yun Ge was about to speak with the little wife when he saw the young girl huff and puff as she took out a wheelchair, then lift Liang Shuyu, who was Lao Er, out of the carriage, doing everything herself without anyone else’s help. "Can’t you be a little more self-respecting?" Yun Ge fumed as she poked the little wife’s head and said resentfully, "Who else is like you? In other families, it’s the men who wait on the women, yet here you are, not ashamed of losing face, serving this invalid like a little slave. Have you forgotten that you are their wife!!" The little wife’s eyebrows twitched. "Right, I am their wife. It’s only right that I take care of them. Besides, they’ve taken care of me a lot usually." Yun Ge grew even more irritated and snorted, "I haven’t seen it. If you were talking about the other brothers of the Liang family taking care of you, I might believe it, but him?" She pointed at Shu Yu and said, "Has this invalid ever picked up food for you or poured you a glass of water?" At that moment, Shu Yu, who was sitting in the wheelchair, slowly pulled the little blanket on his wife’s legs and then handed her a water flask. He made a gentle expression and with mushy eyes, said to his wife, "My dear, have some water? I see your lips are dry, you must be thirsty." Slap, slap, slap—Yun Ge felt as though she had been slapped across the face. Shu Yu gave Yun Ge a sidelong glance, but the look was almost defiant, and it left Yun Ge feeling even more annoyed. At this time, Mother Dong came over with a smile, "Little Yun, don’t bother with them. If a husband and wife get along well, that’s all that matters. Every family has its own way of getting along." And Xu Wenzhou, the head of the Dong family, also said, "Exactly, don’t be angry now. Today is a good day, and the auspicious time is almost upon us. We should get ready for the opening." So she was the only one fussing like a dog chasing its tail for no reason? But, but... she just couldn’t stand it, her little Purple chervil, ever since that day, seemed to be either repenting or something else, but she was always busy around these brothers. Strangely enough, apart from the invalid Shu Yu, no one else stopped her. She was very uncomfortable with it all. At that time, Big Brother Liang Zhichen smiled and said, "Let her do some work, it will make her feel better too." Otherwise, if she kept it all pent up, wouldn’t it make her ill? Liang Zhichen looked over at Shu Yu, his second brother in the wheelchair, and saw him gesturing to his wife to wheel him into the inn, and he couldn’t help but smile. He thought that Shu Yu must understand this as well. Otherwise, if Shu Yu truly disliked his wife, with his personality, he would normally disregard someone he loathed, not even bothering to spare a glance, let alone asking someone to serve him and appearing to enjoy it. If Shu Yu’s health improved one day... Big Brother laughed ambiguously, and suddenly Shu Yu felt a chill, an ominous premonition. Firecrackers roared, and dense smoke billowed. The little wife stood with Shu Yu in his wheelchair at the center, with the Liang family brothers lined up, flanking the little wife on both sides. Auspicious time, the grand opening! Lao San Shujun passed a pair of scissors adorned with a festive red flower to the little wife for the ribbon-cutting. Afterward, the brothers together pulled off the red cloth covering the plaque. That was the name of the restaurant, given by Shujun, but the lower right corner of the sign was inlaid with a gilded character for Huiying. They had no acquaintances in Balibao and nobody to cheer for them, yet they made their own excitement. The head chef of Juwei Restaurant was a down-and-out middle-aged man, quite honest looking, and no one knew where Shujun had found him. But from the looks of it, the two seemed to know each other for a long time.