"You must be Sheng Ning, right? I am Xu Qigang's father." Xu Xianxiong burst into laughter, his laughter so powerful that it frightened the pigs in the backyard.
"What?" Sheng Ning's face turned red embarrassingly. So he was Xu Qigang's father. Now he finally understood where Xu Qigang's "Living Yama" nickname came from.
"What's the matter? Don't I look like him?"
"Yes, you look very much alike."
"Nonsense, that brat can't compare to my good looks."
"..." Sheng Ning was speechless. What an inexplicable confidence! Xu Qigang was definitely much better looking than him.
Upon returning home, Sheng Laosan heard Xu Xianxiong's voice from afar. He hurried inside and was relieved to find that his daughter was not scared.
The initial intention of this arranged marriage was solely based on Xu Qigang himself. As for his father, well, it was hard to describe...
"Your daughter is pretty good, too bad our brat doesn't have the fortune." As soon as Xu Xianxiong saw Sheng Laosan, he patted him on the back with a hand as large as a fan, almost knocking him over.
"Take a seat inside, take a seat inside." Sheng Laosan led him into the living room. Sheng An gave Sheng Ning a glare and went back to his own room.
Shen Luhua smiled at Sheng Ning appeasingly, "Ningning, could you call An'an to help me? I will cook."
"No need Mom, I've already cooked."
"What?" Shen Luhua stared at her, stunned. She had disliked cooking since childhood, often breaking things or throwing tantrums, when did she learn how to cook?
Shen Luhua's shock was evident, making Sheng Ning bow her head, "Mom, I'm sorry for being immature before. Can you forgive me?"
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault." Shen Luhua's hands trembled with excitement, "I'm already very happy that you call me Mom."
"Thank you, Mom!" Sheng Ning looked up and flashed a brilliant smile. Her rosy and beautiful face made Shen Luhua feel dizzy, and she did not even realize when they entered the kitchen.
When she came to her senses, Shen Luhua couldn't help sniffing the dishes on the stove, "Smells good, Ningning, you cook better than me."
Shen Luhua's cooking was already considered good in the village, but in this era's rural areas, as long as one had enough to eat, taste wasn't much of a concern.
Sheng Ning's lips curled slightly. She lacked the necessary ingredients and seasonings, or else it would be even tastier.
While the mother and daughter prepared the dishes and chopsticks, Xu Xianxiong and Sheng Laosan began chatting in the living room.
Xu Xianxiong had primarily come today to apologize for his son's behavior. The arranged marriage had been settled, and the brat hadn't opposed it. With his personality, that was considered consent. Who knew that after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would call with a very firm refusal.
Xu Xianxiong had gone to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to take that call, and almost died of anger upon hearing his son's tone.
Given the brat's fierce demeanor, cold and hard nature, it was already fortunate for him to find a wife. Moreover, Xu Village had such a bad reputation that girls from decent families wouldn't dare marry into it.
Speaking of Xu Village, it was notoriously poor and known as "Villain Village" within ten miles and eight villages. Xu Xianxiong, when younger, was a famous rascal and thug. Young and married women would avoid him, and he only married at thirty.
After starting a family, Xu Xianxiong became honest and started making an effort to support his family, but his old habits didn't change. His glare alone could make people tremble.
At the end of the year, the production team's distribution had to be delivered to his home.
It was hard to compare who had a worse reputation. Those who avoided them wouldn't gossip behind their backs. With Zuo Qinglong and Right White Tiger backing him up, they could scare anyone to death.