Chapter 443: Good News

At this moment, she was the only one left at home with nothing to do.

After quickly finishing her breakfast, Li Yiyi pushed her bicycle and left the family compound, riding toward the county town.

Her first stop was the Zhang family’s house.

Today, she was in luck—aside from the younger brother who was about to go to work and was not at home, the rest of the family was around.

When Zhang’s father and Hua Qing saw their daughter, who hadn’t returned for such a long time, their faces broke into smiles that couldn’t be stopped.

Zhang’s father even instructed Wang Ma, who bought vegetables for the family, to pick up the dishes Li Yiyi liked. He planned to cook lunch himself today.

Hua Qing, looking at her husband who was so happy about cooking, smiled and turned to Li Yiyi, saying, “Your father is so happy. I’ve been married to him for so many years, and I’ve never had a meal he cooked. Now he’s insisting on cooking, and we’re all benefiting from it because of you.”

Li Yiyi smiled as she watched her father tell Wang Ma what vegetables to buy. She chuckled, “It’s not just that. Dad loves me because I’m your daughter, so of course, he spoils me like this.”

Mother and daughter laughed as they walked into the living room.

In the living room, Hua Qiubai was playing chess with Zhang’s old father, while Zhang’s old mother was knitting a sweater.

The scene of the three elderly people together looked incredibly warm.

As soon as Li Yiyi entered, she greeted the three elders.

Similarly, the elders were overjoyed to see her return. Zhang’s old mother waved at her, saying, “Child, come here and see if this sweater fits you.”

Li Yiyi, hearing this, realized that the sweater her grandmother was knitting was for her.

“Grandma, you’ve knitted so well! If I were to knit this pattern, I wouldn’t be able to do it,” Li Yiyi said as she sat beside her and looked at the sweater, which was halfway done, loving it immensely.

The elderly lady had not knitted in an old-fashioned style just because of her age. In fact, the style she knit was even more beautiful than the sweaters sold in department stores.

“Right? Isn’t it beautiful? I learned this from an old neighbor in the big yard. Her family used to do embroidery, and she could design a lot of patterns. She drew this pattern for me and taught me how to knit it. When I started knitting it, I thought it would be perfect for my granddaughter,” Zhang’s old mother explained joyfully.

“It’s not finished yet, but when it’s done, I’ll give it to you. You’ll look great wearing it,” she added excitedly.

Li Yiyi was about to speak when suddenly, Zhang’s old father and her maternal grandfather called her over to act as a referee.

“Don’t go, they do this every day. Both of them are terrible at chess, but they love playing, and both of them keep regretting their moves. If you go now, you’ll have a hard time getting out of it later,” Zhang’s old mother said in a low voice, holding Li Yiyi’s hand.

Li Yiyi, hearing her grandmother’s words, looked at the two old men sitting not far away, arguing while playing chess. She smiled.

“Yiyi, come over here and give us your opinion. Your granddad is shameless! He clearly made a wrong move, but he keeps accusing me of cheating. It’s just too shameless!” Zhang’s old father called out to her, still waiting for his granddaughter to referee.

Li Yiyi smiled and walked over to them. She glanced at the chessboard in their hands but, unfortunately, she had no clue about chess.

“Grandpa, you know I don’t understand anything about chess. If someone cheats, I won’t even be able to tell,” she said with a grin.

Hua Qiubai then hummed lightly and pointed at Zhang’s old father, saying, “Who else would cheat? I’m so honest. I never regret my moves.”

Hearing this, Zhang’s old father was so angry that his beard almost stood up. He pointed at Hua Qiubai and grumbled, “Honest? You? You’re the most dishonest person here! Just because you have dementia, you always take advantage of me.”

Hua Qiubai proudly placed his hands on his waist and retorted, “Zhang old man, are you jealous that I have dementia? Unfortunately, not everyone gets the chance to have it.”

When Zhang’s old father heard this, he suddenly realized that his words might not have been very appropriate, so he quickly stopped the topic, looking upset. “Fine, I’ll let you win this time.”

Upon hearing this, Hua Qiubai immediately became proud, acting like a child.

Li Yiyi helplessly looked at the two old men. Combined, they were over a hundred years old, but they still acted like children.

After chatting with the two elders for a while, Li Yiyi took her grandfather’s pulse.

Seeing his granddaughter, who was concerned about his health, Hua Qiubai couldn’t help but smile. “You don’t have to worry about my health. Your brother gives me acupuncture every day, and I’m still taking the pills you gave me. My condition hasn’t worsened, and I know it well. You’ve succeeded, girl.”

While taking his pulse, Li Yiyi listened to her grandfather’s words.

After finishing the pulse check, her smile revealed the latest answer—his condition was just as good as she had checked.

“Grandpa, you’re right. Your condition is indeed under control. But we still can’t be too careless. We should continue treatment, and the medicine must be taken on time. Don’t slack off,” she warned him.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang’s old father, who had been listening nearby, immediately said, “Yiyi, leave this matter to me. I’ll make sure your grandpa doesn’t slack off. If he does, I’ll be the first to tell you.”

Hua Qiubai glared at him angrily.

Li Yiyi stayed at the Zhang family’s house for lunch before leaving.

It so happened that the guesthouse where Jiang Hong had arranged for Jiang Huijing and her husband to stay was nearby, so she decided to go there.

When she arrived at the guesthouse and knocked on the door a few times, Jiang Huijing and her husband slowly came out to open the door.

“Third sister-in-law, it’s you! Come in quickly!” Wang Fugui greeted her with a messy bedhead as he opened the door.

Li Yiyi glanced at Jiang Huijing, who was slowly getting out of bed, and immediately declined the invitation. “I won’t go in. I’ll wait for you downstairs. Please tidy up and come down.”

After saying that, she turned and went downstairs.

Wang Fugui waited until she had walked away before closing the door.

Inside the room, Jiang Huijing, who had just gotten up, looked at her husband, who had returned alone, and curiously asked, “Who was knocking at the door just now? It’s so early, knocking on someone’s door like that. It was so noisy.”