Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 25 - 25 25 Be Honest1

25: Chapter 25 Be Honest_1 25: Chapter 25 Be Honest_1 Zhulan was montarily stunned before realizing the call was for her.

She only had mories, no sound impression—she really didn’t know who the voice belonged to.

She hurried down to see who it was, only to find Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of her older brother Yang Zhushan, who was already twenty-three.

“Wu Chun, it’s you!

What brings you here?”

After tying the ox, Yang Wuchun began unloading items from the oxcart.

“Auntie, didn’t I go down south to be a courier?

While I was there, I ca across a cloth shop clearing out last year’s fabric.

Rembering that our third brother, Wu Dong, is sixteen and should be discussing marriage, I bought extra and Mother asked to bring so to you.”

Zhulan looked at the sizable bundle.

Had she misunderstood sothing?

Still unloading from the oxcart, Wu Chun continued, “Mother is worried about your poor health and sent a basket of eggs for you to get better—she told to remind you not to be reluctant to eat them.”

Zhulan listened in a daze, her heart aching with a bit of jealousy towards her predecessor.

Her own modern parents didn’t neglect her, but they simply wouldn’t be considerate in every aspect like this.

Looking again at the items laid out on the ground, there was quite a lot, mostly things to eat—all good for nourishing the body.

Zhou Shuren patted Zhulan’s hand and smiled as he stepped forward, “Wu Chun, stop busying yourself and co in for a al.”

Zhulan, “Right, co in for food.

We made dumpling soup for lunch!”

Taken aback by the hospitality, Wu Chun wiped his sweat and didn’t stand on ceremony, “I’ll go wash my face.”

Zhulan hurriedly called out to Lady Li, “Go fry so eggs.”

Lady Li finally looked up from the cloth and asked softly, “Mother, how many should I fry?”

Zhulan hesitated, how would she know how many eggs make a plate when she can’t cook?

While trying to recall comprehensive mories, it seed that she had never fried eggs before; this was tricky—too few would be embarrassing.

Zhou Shuren twitched the corner of his mouth and signaled her eight tis; Zhulan, “Eight.”

Lady Li was nearly bulging her eyes out.

Eight?

Not daring to say a word against her mother-in-law, she briskly went to cook.

Back in the main room, Zhou Shuren personally served Wu Chun so dumpling soup.

“Dumpling soup for lunch, and stewed hen for dinner.

You must stay tonight so we two can share a drink.”

Wu Chun was taken aback, carefully accepting the bowl.

For the first ti, he found his uncle approachable.

Had he been away too long, or was it the way he returned that changed the reception?

He preferred the distant uncle he had known before.

Now, feeling unease, he cautiously responded, “I’ll head back after the al.

Grandfather is expecting !”

Zhou Shuren’s enthusiasm waned as he resud his previous deanor, thinking it best to maintain his public image, “Mm, give my regards to the old master when you return.”

Wu Chun instantly relaxed.

This was the uncle he knew, “Yes.”

Zhulan observed with authenticity, “…..”

This ti she really dared not shatter the public image; these people were all too familiar with them as a couple.

Being trapped by her outward persona was truly uncomfortable.

Suppressing her irritation, Zhulan inquired carefully about her family’s situation back ho.

Once she learned everything was fine and had no more topics, Lady Li brought the eggs.

She took Lady Li to prepare a return gift.

There wasn’t anything particularly rare at ho to give back.

It was the thought that mattered.

Zhulan chose so of the best vegetables and picked so, then filled half a jar with the pickles Lady Li had recently made; Lady Li’s pickles were tasty enough to be a respectable gift.

Zhulan still felt the return gift was too modest and couldn’t help counting the days, hoping that Wang Ru would stir up so trouble soon.

The novel was rich with a variety of vegetables, all for the sake of Wang Ru—a gastronomic internet celebrity who not only knew how to eat but also how to cook in ancient tis.

Just the thought could make one drool.

Lady Li was proud of her cooking skills.

Seeing her mother-in-law using the pickles as a gift again, she straightened up, “Mother, since it’s already autumn, shouldn’t we start pickling the other vegetables?”

Zhulan, “…..Yes.”

Lucky she had her mories, or else she’d be panicked.

She didn’t understand a thing!

Returning to the courtyard, Zhulan was stunned.

The novel mainly revolved around the Wang family, while the Zhou family only received brief ntions.

But significant events would be touched upon.

Looking up at the sky, her face turned a bit pale.