"Little Zhuzi, you go home and take good care of your mother, okay? Tomorrow when your little aunty goes to collect pig grass, she'll pick some more wild fruits for you," Meng Yunhan said.
Zhang Yunxuan, a child, sweetly responded, "Okay, I like the red ones. They're tasty."
After sending Zhang Yunxuan away, Meng Yunhan managed to put Little Huzi to sleep and then tended to the kitchen chores.
"Father, Mother, there are rumours that Little Huzi is a jinx, a patricide even. As far as I remember, not many people at home knew that Ahao's accident coincided with the day of Huzi's birth."
Yun's father instantaneously grasped Meng Yunhan's implication.
This was something only the family knew about. His two daughters wouldn't have revealed it, especially since the news had spread around Qingzhao Village.
His two sons, however, were aware of this.
