Chapter 22: Father is a Stinky Father

Feng Xiaohan picked up a piece of tender pork knuckle for his daughter.

“Eat up.”

Yu Yu happily dug into the big pork knuckle.

“Father should eat too.” Yu Yu also picked up a piece of fish for her Father.

Feng Xiaohan watched his daughter, who became cheerful with delicious food.

That’s good; she lives without a care, enjoying her life.

But who was the one that bullied his daughter?

After finishing her meal, Yu Yu patted her little belly.

“Father, I’m full.”

“Good.”

Feng Xiaohan looked at his daughter, wanting to ask again about that person, but he hesitated, fearing that it might stir up the emotions she had finally calmed down.

Better to wait a few days before asking.

“Go wash your face and take a rest for a bit.” Feng Xiaohan gently patted his daughter’s head.

“Mmhm.”

Yu Yu washed her face and little hands, then climbed into bed to sleep.

Feng Xiaohan only left for the courtyard after seeing his daughter fall asleep.

He wheeled himself to the cool courtyard.

In the courtyard, Wujie was inspecting the growth of the medicinal herbs.

The autumn sun shone down on him, casting a halo on his fair, snow-like face, making him look like a celestial being about to ascend.

“Wujie.”

“Father, you’ve come.” Wujie stood up and looked at Feng Xiaohan, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight.

“How is Wuhen doing after seeing him yesterday?” Feng Xiaohan asked with concern.

“Not very well,” Wujie replied without withholding any information.

“His mental anguish is getting worse.”

He could treat the physical injuries, but for the mental anguish, he had no way to cure it.

He could only prescribe some pain-relieving medicine.

But he wouldn’t take it; as a physician, he hated patients who didn’t care for themselves.

“Mental anguish needs mental medicine,” Feng Xiaohan sighed.

“Have you seen Wuyou yet?”

“First, I came to see you and Big Brother, then I’ll see him. We’re bound to fight when we meet.” Wujie had already predicted the outcome of his meeting with Wuyou.

Feng Xiaohan rubbed his forehead.

These two had never gotten along since childhood; they were simply incompatible. When they met, it never lasted more than fifteen minutes without either fighting or bickering.

It was a pity that Wujie, with his calm demeanor, would still blush and fume every time Wuyou got him worked up.

“Wuqing is coming back soon; you should meet him too,” Feng Xiaohan advised.

“Okay.”

“Father, if I meet Wuqing, can I beat him up?” Wujie asked playfully.

After all, Wuqing had once broken his beloved gardenia, and he needed to take revenge.

“Why?” Feng Xiaohan was curious about the grudge involved; he wanted to enjoy the drama.

“He broke my gardenia to feed fish.”

“Go ahead; he’s tough and resilient anyway,” Feng Xiaohan said, indicating that it was Wuqing’s own fault.

Meanwhile, Wuqing, who was returning to Sangdu, sneezed several times.

“Is Father missing me?” Wuqing murmured to himself.

“It could also be that group of people missing me; it shouldn’t be Wujie and Wuyou.”

“They wouldn’t be missing me.”

After her nap, Yu Yu noticed that she couldn’t find her Father.

“Father?”

“Where are you, Father?”

“Father is a good Father.”

“Father is a stinky Father.”

“Feng Wuyu, I heard that!” Feng Xiaohan wheeled himself into the room.

“Am I a stinky Father?”

“Father, why do you only hear the last part?” Yu Yu glanced at her Father, feeling a bit guilty.

“What else did you say before that?” Feng Xiaohan searched for his daughter’s shoes to help her put them on.

“You said Father is a good Father, a handsome Father, an incredibly good Father.” Yu Yu quickly flattered her Father.

“So why am I a stinky Father?”

“No, no, Father, you heard it wrong.” Yu Yu insisted that her Father had misunderstood.

“Father is having auditory hallucinations.”

“Really?” Feng Xiaohan teased his daughter with a playful expression.

“Really, really.” Yu Yu looked at her Father with a sincere expression, even blinking her big eyes.

Feng Xiaohan looked at his daughter, reaching out to gently pinch her cheek.

“Yu Yu, your Father is only twenty-three, not sixty-three, and his ears are in good working order, so don’t try to fool me.”

Yu Yu held her pinched little face.

Oh well, Father is too smart.

“Father, how old will Yu Yu be when you are sixty-three?” Yu Yu curiously asked.

“Forty-two.” Feng Xiaohan looked at his two-year-old daughter, unable to imagine what she would look like at forty-two.

“Father, Yu Yu can’t imagine what she would look like at forty-two.” Yu Yu admitted.

“It’s still a long way off; don’t worry about it if you can’t imagine it.” Feng Xiaohan patted his daughter’s face.

“You should think about how to explain to me why you called me a stinky Father.”

“Oh, Yu Yu has to go work now, bye-bye, Father.” Yu Yu grabbed her little bag and ran away.

Feng Xiaohan shook his head with a smile.

“Humph, stinky Father, I wonder where I’m stinky.”

Yu Yu arrived at the small town and began her work.

Qingyi needed someone to help her organize books, so Yu Yu went to Qingyi’s bookstore.

“Sister Qingyi, I’m here.”

“Yu Yu is here, have some water first.” Qingyi poured a cup of water for Yu Yu.

“Thank you, Sister.” Yu Yu took the cup and gulped down the water.

Yu Yu was so thirsty.

“Do you want more?” Qingyi looked at Yu Yu with a gentle smile.

“No, Sister Qingyi, what do you need Yu Yu to do?”

“Help Sister wipe the shelves clean and put the books on the floor onto the shelves, that’s all.” Qingyi pointed to the pile of books on the floor.

“Okay.”

Yu Yu began to wipe the shelves, wanting to make them shiny for Sister Qingyi.

“I… I want a copy of the Classic of Poetry, can you help me find it?” Youqian walked in, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at Qingyi.

“What a coincidence, Yu Yu is here too.”

“Yes.” Yu Yu nodded and looked at Brother Youqian.

She didn’t notice until she looked, and she was shocked. Today, Brother Youqian wasn’t wearing his golden clothes but a moon-white long robe.

“Okay.” Qingyi turned to get the book.

Yu Yu mysteriously leaned closer.

Youqian crouched down.

“Big Brother Youqian, don’t you have any money?”

“I do.” Youqian insisted that he was still rich.

“Then why aren’t you wearing your golden clothes?”

“I’m wearing them underneath. Qingyi likes plain colors.” Youqian pulled his golden clothes underneath for Yu Yu to see.

“Oh, I see.” Yu Yu nodded, then continued wiping her shelves.

“Young Master Youqian, I’ve found the Classic of Poetry you wanted. Which of these copies do you like?” Qingyi brought out all the versions of the Classic of Poetry in the store.

“I want them all.” Youqian said he wanted them all.

“Young Master Youqian, the content of these three copies is the same. This one has larger characters, this one has illustrations, and this one has smaller characters.” Qingyi explained the differences between the three copies with a smile.

“Then I’ll take the one with illustrations.” Youqian was a little nervous.

“Okay, I’ll wrap it up for you.” Qingyi wrapped the book in oiled paper for Youqian.

After Youqian paid, Qingyi went about her business.

Youqian stood there, staring blankly at Qingyi’s back.

Yu Yu peeked from the side.

She felt that Brother Youqian didn’t really want to buy books but to see Sister Qingyi.

Youqian took the Classic of Poetry and left, his every step a plea.

Yu Yu finished wiping the shelves and then put the books back on the shelves.

Qingyi was in the kitchen making osmanthus cake. The osmanthus flowers in the courtyard were blooming beautifully, so she picked some and dried them to make osmanthus cake.

She boiled the osmanthus flowers in water, and after boiling, she strained the residue with a cheesecloth.

She poured the boiled osmanthus water into the flour and began to knead the dough.

She ground the red bean paste and began to make the filling.

After wrapping the filling, she steamed it in a steamer.

“Yu Yu, how are you doing?” Qingyi came over to see how Yu Yu was progressing.

“Almost done.”