Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Daibao, Who Pinched Your Face?

Chen Qiaoqin glanced over and explained with a smile, “Daibao brought it over, said it was a gift for Nuanbao. Nuanbao wouldn’t let go of it, so I just put it on her.”

Yu Hai listened, picked up the stone and examined it closely. After looking for a while and not seeing anything special, he just let it be.

“Is Mom going to the county again tomorrow?”

“Of course! She said it’s impossible to make as much as she did today again, but selling ten or twenty jin a day shouldn’t be a problem.”

“That’s still great! Ten or twenty jin, that’s over twenty yuan, isn’t it? Earning more than twenty yuan a day—feels like a dream.”

“Exactly! That’s why I say our Nuanbao is a little fairy. Ever since she came, our days have gotten so much better!”

Yu Nuannuan, being little, was always sleepy. While Yu Hai and Chen Qiaoqin were talking, she was already dozing off, and by this point, she’d fallen fast asleep.

When she woke up, she saw half a bed full of strawberries again.

The first time seeing this scene, it was surprising. The second time, it just felt normal.

Yu Nuannuan calmly got up, quietly sitting and watching Chen Qiaoqin and Yu Hai pick strawberries.

When the two finished and looked up, they saw Yu Nuannuan staring at them with her big, dark eyes, and both of them froze for a moment.

Chen Qiaoqin quickly wiped her hands and hurried over to pick up Nuanbao. “Nuanbao, when did you wake up? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Naturally, Yu Nuannuan couldn’t answer her, so she just gave Chen Qiaoqin a bright smile.

After breakfast, everyone in the Yu family went about their day—some to the fields, some to the county, some out to play. Yu Nuannuan and Gu Mo found themselves together on the bed again.

As soon as she glanced at Gu Mo, Yu Nuannuan noticed something was different about him today.

His left cheek looked rounder than his right.

Yu Nuannuan stared at Gu Mo’s face for a while before she finally figured it out.

It wasn’t that his left cheek was rounder—it was swollen.

Looking closely, you could even see two faint bluish marks on his left cheek.

It looked like someone had pinched him.

If Yu Nuannuan could notice it, of course Chen Qiaoqin did too. “Daibao, who pinched your face?”

Gu Mo’s expression was still as blank as ever, but today there was an extra hint of sadness. Even the little curl of hair on his forehead drooped listlessly.

“Uncle pinched me.”

Gu Mo was already a year and a half old, spoke clearly, and his logic was sound.

Most importantly, he never lied.

When she heard Gu Mo’s answer, Chen Qiaoqin’s eyebrows nearly twisted together. “Gu Jiandong pinched you? That useless good-for-nothing—can’t do anything right, never has enough to eat, and now he’s bullying his little nephew? Did you tell your parents? Did they give Gu Jiandong a beating?”

Gu Mo’s head drooped even lower. “No. They didn’t beat Uncle. Grandpa and Grandma wouldn’t let them.”

At that, Chen Qiaoqin was so angry she nearly fainted.

People always say the youngest son and eldest grandson are the apple of the grandparents’ eye.

So how come the Gu family is so strange? The youngest son is their treasure, but the eldest grandson isn’t?

Xu Shuhua is biased toward Nuanbao, but she’d never ignore her other six grandkids because of it.

Letting the youngest son bully the grandson—Chen Qiaoqin had lived so many years, but this was truly the first time she’d seen such a thing.

But no matter how angry she was, there was nothing Chen Qiaoqin could do."

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