After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

"A'mo!" Song Huiling was a little surprised and his eyes widened instantly.

The food was ready but He Zhan hadn't come back yet. She just wanted to take a look, but when she opened the door, she saw A'mo kneeling on the ground pitifully.

Afraid that the old woman next door would see and start gossiping again, Song Huiling waved to Ah-mo: "Ah-mo, come inside if you have anything to say."

A'mo nodded and stood up, but He Zhan gave him a warning look.

Ah Mo ignored him and walked away.

He Zhan was the last one to enter the courtyard. He raised his eyebrows and gave Song Huiling an ambiguous look.

Song Huiling sneered, "What's going on? Are you being punished for doing bad things? Are your eyelids cramping?"

After saying that, she closed the gate tightly and stopped looking at him.

He Zhan was confused. What bad thing had he done?

When he accidentally caught a glimpse of A'mo's figure, his eyes suddenly darkened.

It wasn't him who asked A'mo to kneel.

Yang came out of the kitchen carrying the food.

The moment she saw A'mo, she was surprised and happy.

He quickly placed the dishes on the stone table and came forward: "Why are you back again, kid?"

Seeing He Zhan's unhappy expression, Yang pulled A'mo to her side and said to He Zhan, "A'zhan, no matter how big the matter is, let's talk about it after dinner."

Yang knew that if Ah Mo wanted to stay in the He family openly, He Zhan would have to put in some effort.

She also didn't want her son to be embarrassed in the army, but it was still easy to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks to invite A'mo to have a meal.

For dinner, Song Huiling prepared four dishes and one soup.

Stir-fried cabbage with lard, stir-fried cucumber flowers, braised pork, garlic spare ribs, and cabbage, mushroom and poached egg soup.

These dishes, paired with a pot of rice, are enough for a family of three, but with the big eater A-Mo added, it is not enough.

Song Huiling tied on an apron and went to the kitchen to cook two large plates of stir-fried cabbage with lard.

Sitting around the table, the moment he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, A'mo swept away the food on the table at the speed of whirlwind.

He choked because he ate too quickly, and he stuck his neck out and rolled his eyes.

Everyone stopped eating and drinking and looked at him.

Song Huiling quickly served a bowl of soup to her: "Don't worry, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll make more for you."

A'mo took the soup and drank it in big gulps. After his throat was finally smooth, he raised his right thumb, clenched the other four fingers into a fist, and bent the raised thumb twice towards Song Huiling: Thank you.

In the past, when Song Huiling and A'mo communicated, she had to guess what A'mo meant, and A'mo only had to nod or shake his head.

This was the first time that A'mo used sign language in front of her. Song Huiling knew nothing about sign language and couldn't even understand such a simple gesture.

She tilted her head and looked at him in confusion: "Amo, what does this mean?"

He Zhan put a piece of meat into his bowl and said leisurely, "I'm talking about you meddling in other people's business."

A'mo couldn't speak, his face turned red with anxiety, and he kept waving his hands and shaking his head to deny it.

"Okay, okay, sister knows that's not what you meant. Just eat your meal." Song Huiling gave A'mo a soothing smile, and then put several pieces of braised pork into his bowl.

After such a long time, He Zhan still hadn't enjoyed the treatment of Song Huiling personally picking food for him. He immediately stretched out his chopsticks and pressed down the chopsticks that she was about to pick up the braised pork with, and said dissatisfiedly: "You gave it all to him, what should I eat?"

Song Huiling slapped He Zhan's hand away and said word by word: "Be patient and wait on the guest!"

With Song Huiling and A'mo, two gluttonous beasts, present, the meal was unsurprisingly eaten up without leaving even a grain of rice.

After dinner, He Zhan was about to clean up the dirty dishes and wash them in the kitchen, but A'mo got up before him, cleaned them up quickly, and brought a full basin into the kitchen.

As soon as Ah-Mo left, Yang lowered her voice and said to He Zhan, "Ah-Zhan, Ah-Mo is a very pitiful child. Why don't you take him in for a few days and let him go after he finds a stable place to live."

He Zhan did not answer, but his eyes slowly moved towards Yang's side.

Song Huiling suddenly met He Zhan's gaze and spread her hands: "Why are you looking at me? I'm asking you."

At the end, she added, "Of course I have no objection, but He Zongqi has the final say in this family. The wife dare not disobey the husband's words."

The slightly rising ending tone exudes a strong sense of sarcasm.

He Zhan retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice, "You haven't even figured out his origins, yet you dare to rashly keep him here. Aren't you afraid that you will cause trouble in the future?"

Song Huiling lowered her eyes slightly. She had thought about what He Zhan said.

If He Zhan was at home on the day when A'mo first came, she would definitely not be soft-hearted and would have let He Zhan chase him away, but now she really felt a little pity for this well-behaved brother.

"Then how do you know that he will bring trouble?" Yang slapped the table in dissatisfaction, "Ah Zhan, you are a grown man, how can your mind become so narrow? It's just taking him in for a few days, not letting him live permanently, so is it not okay to do this?"

He Zhan's expression was stern. This boy A'mo was always good at trying to please people. After only a few days of getting along with them, he was able to get Song Huiling and A'niang to support him like this.

I'm afraid if they stay for a few more days, they won't be able to leave. Some things need to be said clearly to put their minds at rest.

"Something big happened in Turing Pass recently." He Zhan's deep voice sounded slowly.

Song Huiling and Yang looked at each other, then pricked up their ears and looked towards He Zhan.

They have been setting up stalls at Turing Pass for quite some time, so how come there's no news?

The next moment, He Zhan's words answered their questions.

"This matter has not been publicized yet. Only the insiders of the garrison know about it. I am not in a position to reveal more. You just need to know that there are still enemies chasing after A'mo."

Song Huiling frowned as if he was thinking.

Could the fact that they didn't encounter any competitors during the days they set up their stall be related to what He Zhan said?

Those who set up stalls were originally from the surrounding area. They knew in advance that something had happened at Turing Pass, so it is possible that they temporarily closed their stalls to avoid the incident.

Yang's face turned pale. For some reason, she felt a little uneasy. Thinking of how Ah-Mo was dressed when she first met him, she asked again, "Ah-Zhan, you sound like you know Ah-Mo. Do you know whose family he is from?"

He Zhan only knew that Yang was a Miao woman, but he had no idea where she came from.

But from the tone of Yang's speech, one can probably infer that his mother was of Miao Yi descent from Tulingguan.

After hesitating for a moment, He Zhan decided to reveal only some key information to see if Yang could understand it.

"Amo is the only living person left in the Uro family."

As soon as the words fell, the air fell silent.

But Song Huiling and Yang were filled with turmoil.

There is only one family with the surname Wu Luo in Turing Pass!

Yang's face turned ashen, her eyes were dull, and her body was shaking.

Song Huiling immediately stood up, placed her hands on the stone table, and stared at He Zhan with her beautiful eyes, looking extremely serious.

"You're wrong, it should be two."

"Besides, Amer must stay!"