Ye Ziāan saw how troubled Yang Dachuan looked and said, "Didnāt Auntie make a lot of dishes? Why donāt we send some over? If you donāt want to see them, let them eat at home."
"Yeah, Xiaxia, how about that?" Yang Dachuan eagerly asked. He felt caught between his father and daughter, but Brother An had a good idea.
Yang Chuxia glanced at her father, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Alright, Iāll ask my mother to prepare the dishes later, and Iāll deliver them. You go tell my grandpa and let him not worry about those two heartless people."
"Huh? Youāre going to deliver it?"
"Yeah, whatās wrong with me delivering it? Iām giving them face." Yang Chuxia thought that if someone else delivered it, they might have to deal with the coupleās arrogance.
Yang Dachuan, however, wondered if his daughterās attitude toward that family would cause her to rather throw the food away than let them eat it. Would it still end up in their hands? Wouldnāt that just waste food?ā
Not only did Yang Dachuan think this way, but when Old Yang found out that Yang Chuxia had already sent the food to the ancestral house, he also sighed and lamented that his son didnāt know better and couldnāt be like the first branch of the family.
Speaking of Yang Chuxia carrying the food halfway, she did indeed have the idea to throw it away, even lifting the lid of the box, but was stopped by Ye Ziāan.
"Forget it, Xiaxia, just think of it as an act of kindness. After all, itās not that good of a dish."
True, Yang Chuxia did promise Yang Dachuan and Old Yang that she would deliver food to the fourth branch of the family, but the question was, what kind of food would she deliver?
Old Yang and Yang Dachuan must have thought she would send some meat and fish dishes. However, Yang Chuxia thought that giving meat to Ms. Luo would only make her more unhappy.
So when Ms. Wang was preparing dishes in the kitchen, she stopped her.
She took a few plates herself and put some side dishes made by her aunts, like shredded radish, cabbage, and some home-preserved pickles. She also replaced the original white-flour buns with coarse grain buns.
Then she went with Ye Ziāan toward the old house.
"Alright, Iāll listen to you."
Yang Chuxia closed the lid of the opened box, but couldnāt help laughing as she imagined the coupleās faces when they saw the food, from overjoyed to stifled.
Ye Ziāan saw her laughing so happily and knew what she was thinking.
"Xiaxia, in the future, if youāre unhappy about something like this, you can deal with them behind their backs like youāre doing now, even if itās a beating. As long as itās not a big deal that hurts people, you can do it without your grandpa knowing."
Ye Ziāan seized the opportunity to say a few more words, "They are your grandpaās sons, after all. Despite his age, in your grandpaās eyes, your uncle is still a child. No parent would be comfortable knowing that their child canāt enjoy good food while they can. Just think about how Auntie and Uncle save the best food for us every time? Itās only natural that your grandpa cares for his own son."
Seeing her deep in thought, he continued, "If this goes on for a long time, it will make your grandpa uncomfortable, and it will affect his relationship with your uncle. Of course, maybe your grandpa wonāt really think that way. But heās old now and hasnāt enjoyed a good life. Just let him have some peaceful and comfortable days."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Chuxia fell silent.
"Are you mad?"
"No, not at all. I think you have a tiny bit of truth in what you said." Yang Chuxia chuckled, "Youāre right. Itās just as satisfying to beat those two behind their backs, and I can even deny it when they complain to my grandpa. Theyāll be so frustrated. Hmph."