Chapter 22 — My Two Sisters Pretended to Be Dead, Two Years Later, They Were Captured by Their Husbands

He put down the piece of cloth in his hand and spoke seriously.

"People like to be their sisters when they're not pretending."

I bow my head.

"It's quite good."

"Nothing."

《Chapter 30》 Ten years later. The old house of the Han family. Prime Minister Han had retired, every day in the backyard planted flowers, walked birds, his face was even rosier than Phung Thiet Nguu's when he was a lieutenant. Today is the Han family's family banquet. The old lady sat in the chair position. On the left is the elder sister and Han Chi Thanh. On the right is me and Han Chi Qua. Next to my sister is the old boy, now taller than the table top. He's no longer fat, but tall and thin. I heard he even got first place in school exams. In my arms I held a two year old little girl. His eyebrows are just like his father's, equally thick, but his mouth is like mine, talking non-stop all day long. The old lady happily looked at the hall full of children and grandchildren.

"That year you guys pretended to be dead, it really scared this old lady to death."

"Thinking back now, if you were really dead, you wouldn't have a big family like today."

I winked at my sister. The older sister held a cup of tea, the corners of her lips curled.

"It's all good fate."

Next to him, Han Chi Thanh leaned close to whisper something. My sister glared at him, but couldn't help but burst out laughing. Concubine Chu sat in the corner of the three rooms. In recent years she has become much more peaceful. After the two silk shops were confiscated by her sister, she only relied on the Han family's monthly allowance to survive. Everyone you meet smiles. No longer dare to let out a word of nonsense. When the banquet was about to end, someone walked in outside the door. An old man wearing a rough cloth shirt, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, his skin was darkly tanned. We look closely. I almost dropped the baby in my arms. Phung Thiet Nguu. Ten years ago, my father was escorted back to his hometown. I heard that the first two years of life were very miserable. No one paid attention to him. Later, I don't know why I picked up my old job again. In the village, kill pigs and sell meat. Relying on good skills, life gradually gets better. Later, I heard he was famous. Not because of anything else, but because he became the most famous chef within a hundred miles. Every house that has red or white affairs invites him to work in the kitchen. For ten years, every year my sister and I sent him money, but he never received a penny. On the returned package, there are only six words forever. No need. The old man is skilled. Today he came himself. In the bamboo basket were two large pieces of pork.

"Oh, it's crowded."

He put the bamboo basket on the ground and wiped his hands. Prime Minister Han stood up, his expression somewhat indescribable. Two old opponents used to fight until their noses and faces were swollen, now one grows flowers and the other kills pigs.

"The family is here, please sit down."

Prime Minister Han said dryly. Phung Thiet Nguu was not polite and sat down at the end of the table. He looked at the sister, then looked at me.

"You're both getting fat."

"Father is darker."

"Sun-dried farming."

He took the pork out of the bamboo basket and told the servant next to him to bring it to the kitchen.

"This is a pig I raise myself, better than the one on the market."

"Steam some ribs for my two grandchildren."

The old lady laughed.

"Big Brother Phung is so kind."

My father laughed and took out two cloth tigers from his pocket. One child was given to the sister's child. Give one to the little girl in my arms.

"Grandfather They sew it themselves."

"The workmanship is a bit poor."

"Just keep playing for now."

I looked at the two cloth tigers that were wobbly and wobbly. The seams are very rough. The head was just sticking out. But my little girl doesn't criticize me at all. Hug it and chew it right away. Phung Thiet Nguu looked at the baby, the wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed.

"Your mother is right."

He muttered a sentence.

"Say what?"

"She said..."

"The most correct thing I have ever done in this life..."

"That's giving birth to two children."

He raised his head to look at me and my sister.

"More..."

He paused for a moment then scratched his head.

"The second right thing..."

"It's not raising your children to be like me."

"If you also follow the wrong path like me..."

"Then it's over."

He stuffed a piece of floral waffle into his mouth.

"Fortunately, you are all on the right path."

I looked over at my sister. Dich is still holding a cup of tea. Phung Thiet Nguu chewed the flower waffle and said with a bright smile.

"Okay, okay."

"Don't look at me with those eyes."

"I didn't come to admit mistakes."

"I have never admitted a mistake in my entire life."

He slapped the table once.

"Today I just came to eat."

"The Han family's chef cooks normally."

"But the portion is large."

Not far away, Prime Minister Han snorted. The whole hall burst into laughter. The afternoon light covers the porch of the Han family's old house. Each lantern is lit in turn. I held the baby and sat on the doorstep. Han Chi Qua leaned next to me. Sister Dich and Han Chi Thanh strolled in the yard. Phung Thiet Nguu stood in the kitchen commanding the Han family's chef to chop meat. The voice echoed throughout the entire yard. I don't know when, the cinnamon tree in the yard has bloomed. Light fragrance. Exactly like the smell of floral waffles. (END OF FULL TEXT)