When the Yu Family of four was about to leave, Liu Cunjin, who knew his daughter liked to eat porridge made with green wheat, gave all of the thirty-so catties of green wheat that they had finished rubbing to them. Yu Hai repeatedly declined the offer and the old man became angry, “Do you dislike my family’s gift as not being presentable? If you don’t take it, then take all of the grain back as well!”

Madam Liu was very familiar with her father’s crabby character. She hurriedly pulled at her husband’s sleeve and smiled, “This is the gift that Father is giving me. You don’t have the right to refuse. Father, you still remember that I like to eat green wheat porridge ah!”

“Of course I remember, why wouldn’t I remember?” Liu Cunjin’s expression relaxed quite a bit when he saw his daughter placing the green wheat in the horse cart.

Madam Yao chuckled from the side, “Dahai, don’t lower yourself to that old man’s level. He ah, loves his daughter very much. Our daughter Yun loves to eat porridge made with green wheat, so the house always has a pot going. Every time summer started, he would go pick some wheat from the fields without telling the family and secretly rub the grain out so he could make some porridge for his daughter to eat! After our daughter Yun got married, every year he would always mutter under his breath, ‘Looks like our daughter can’t...