Chapter 463 The Grandson Is Really Too Smart

Chapter 463: The Grandson Is Really So Smart

Su He was a little exasperated. Despite Dr. Fu's appearance of being above worldly concerns, in reality, he had more on his mind than anyone else.

If not for his family back then, he would have stayed in the military as an army doctor after returning from the border.

In this era, army doctors were highly respected.

After all, no one knew whether there would be another war in the future. Professions like doctors, which save lives, were naturally valued and sought after by everyone.

But whether it was for Su He and the children or because he was worried about the Fu family, Fu Tinghua gave up without hesitation the honors he had earned with his life and returned to Wencheng.

So, this Dr. Fu, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, who seemed aloof on the surface, was actually the most softhearted and tends to overthink.

"There’s nothing to feel sorry about. Aunt Lan gets it. But if you continue not talking to her, she will truly be hurt," Su He sighed, coaxing him.

It seemed Dr. Fu had never been so conflicted about anything before.

"Yeah, I know. I’ll go apologize to her later," Fu Tinghua glanced at Su He and smiled. "And also, thank you."

Su He shot him a look, appearing somewhat exasperated.

"What are you thanking me for?"

Hearing this, Fu Tinghua looked down, reached out to hold Su He’s hand, and said very sincerely, "Wife, I’m so glad to have you."

"As long as you know," Su He replied with a smile.

Now that this matter was out in the open, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom’s reasonable. In the future, just show her more care and make her feel like you haven’t changed, and she’ll basically go back to normal," Su He analyzed.

To be honest, a mother-in-law like Wu Yanhua was truly a very good one.

Especially in this era, such a mother-in-law was really hard to come by.

"Yeah, I know."

After saying this, Fu Tinghua took the initiative to straighten the bed.

Only then did Su He remember they still had things to do and quickly followed Fu Tinghua to change the bedsheets and quilt covers in the room.

When they came out, Aunt Lan had left the living room.

Su He and Fu Tinghua exchanged a glance and headed to the kitchen.

They saw that the fire in the kitchen was already going. Aunt Lan was holding Niu Niu in her arms, sitting by the fire pit with Zai Zai, keeping warm.

"Mom," Su He called out.

She looked somewhat surprised at the lit fire and asked, "Mom, this fire..."

Before Su He could finish her question, Aunt Lan quickly said, "Zai Zai lit this fire."

Thinking of this, Aunt Lan couldn’t help but marvel again at how smart her grandson was.

Not long after Su He and the others entered the room, Zai Zai had pulled her into the kitchen.

Then, like a little adult, he started kindling the fire, filled the fire pit with firewood, and got the fire burning.

The whole process, he moved so fluidly, as if he had done it many times before, and didn’t need help from start to finish.

But the thing is, he’s only four years old—how can he start a fire so smoothly?

"Ah? Zai Zai lit the fire? Well done, son, good job." Su He smiled and praised Zai Zai.

Lan Yi looked at Su He with great surprise and asked, "So, doesn’t Zai Zai usually light fires at home before?"

Su He gave a look that said, "Of course not."

"Yes, most of these household tasks are done by my mom and Fourth Sister. A little kid like him wouldn’t get a turn."

After saying this, Su He gently ruffled Zai Zai’s hair as if to encourage him.

"Is that so? Just now, Zai Zai was so good at starting the fire. I... I still don’t even know how to light a fire."

At this point, Lan Yi blushed a little.

She couldn’t even compare to a four-year-old child—how embarrassing is that?

"It’s fine, you don’t need to do these things." At this moment, Fu Tinghua spoke up.

These were the first words Fu Tinghua had spoken to Lan Yi since arriving at Shangyao Village today.

"I can't do that. I can’t just let others serve me all the time. In the future—I’ll make an effort to learn." Lan Yi immediately retorted.

No one is born knowing how to do everything. Her son’s family doesn’t have servants or help; basically, they do all the household chores themselves.

Since she plans to live with them in the future, she’ll have to learn how to do all these things.

Lan Yi has already experienced emotional pain, to the point where she almost considered suicide.

Nothing is more important than staying by her son’s side.

So, if a young mistress starts doing tasks typically done by peasant women, what’s wrong with that?

Seeing her insistence, Fu Tinghua didn’t push further.

"Mom, give Niu Niu to me. I’ll take her to sleep. Zai Zai, come with Mom to the room for a nap." At this point, Su He interrupted their conversation, intending to take the two children out and leave some space for Fu Tinghua and Lan Yi.

Lan Yi didn’t suspect she was doing it on purpose and gently handed Niu Niu over to Su He.

This little girl doesn’t look that chubby, but she's actually pretty solid.

After holding her for just a little while, Lan Yi already felt her whole body warming up.

Once Niu Niu left her arms, Lan Yi still missed the warmth.

"I’m going to the room now." As Su He passed by Fu Tinghua, she whispered to him.

"Mm." Fu Tinghua nodded. After Su He and the children left, he went and sat beside Lan Yi.

Seeing Fu Tinghua sit next to her, Lan Yi felt a bit nervous, her body unconsciously tensing up.

But at the same time, she was very happy—finally, she could have some alone time with her son. Even if it was just sitting closely together in this small fire room warming themselves by the fire, she was willing.

"Mom, I’m sorry." Fu Tinghua suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between them.

"Ah? Sorry for what?" Lan Yi wasn't sure—what was her son apologizing for?

"Just now, I couldn't comfort you and left you standing there alone, completely at a loss," Fu Tinghua said, unable to help but lower his head as he spoke.

The stray hairs on his forehead obscured his face, making it impossible for Aunt Lan to see his expression at that moment.

"Ah? It's nothing. Your mother was so angry earlier—if you had come to my side, she probably would have been even angrier. When people get angry, they don’t listen to explanations. For all we know, even now we still haven’t fully cleared up the misunderstanding," Aunt Lan mused.

How could she possibly hold it against him that her son hadn’t stood by her side earlier?

To be honest, what had been eating at her was whether Tinghua would try to keep his adoptive mother calm and end up not acknowledging her, cutting off contact with her in the future.

That was what Aunt Lan feared most.

But fortunately, Fu Tinghua wasn’t going to do that, and Wu Yanhua truly was, as Fu Dajun had said, a fair-minded, good woman.

As soon as she heard about her experiences, Wu Yanhua immediately began to feel for her.

Aunt Lan really admired such a black-and-white sense of right and wrong.

After all, that was something she herself had never possessed.