USWHC -Chapter 164 Flying Flower Snow (Part 4)

Madam Hua immediately frowned at her words, but then she raised her voice and shouted toward the house, “Are you done yet? A guest has come, and you’re still in there?”

Her roar was earth-shattering. The commotion inside the house immediately quieted down. Not long after, a middle-aged woman opened the door and stepped out, straightening her wrinkled clothes and her sharp, fierce hair as she walked.

So they weren’t just arguing inside—they had even come to blows! This drama was just as spectacular as the Ji family’s. Zhu Jie couldn’t help but smirk quietly in her heart.

At that moment, a middle-aged man also came out of the house. He looked considerably older than Old Master Ji Da, but not as old as Old Master Ji Ye. He was probably the eldest son of the Hua family.

“Husband, still hiding? Your sister-in-law has come!” Madam Hua shouted sharply again. From inside, a howl answered her, seemingly acknowledging her words.

Listening to the Hua family’s booming voices, generally an octave higher than the Ji family’s, Zhu Jie thought to herself how lively this household truly was.

Then an elderly man came out from another room. He bent slightly, his hair entirely white. Zhu Jie couldn’t tell who he was at first—could he be the Hua family patriarch?

Just then, Old Madam Ji softly called, “Brother!” Ah, it was indeed Old Master Hua. He looked old enough to be Old Master Ji Ye’s father!

“Have you arrived? Quickly, come sit inside!” Old Master Hua greeted warmly. “Child’s mother, go prepare lunch. It must be almost noon! Everyone must be hungry, right?”

But no sooner had he spoken than Madam Hua shouted loudly, “Prepare lunch? You’re off running over here with ten fingers! Still want to mooch a meal?” She shot Old Madam Ji a sharp glare as she spoke.

Old Madam Ji immediately frowned, “We brought some things with us!” She gestured to Aunt You behind her, “Give them the sweet potatoes!”

Sweet potatoes again? Did the Ji family have a bumper crop last year? Why did they bring sweet potatoes everywhere?

Madam Hua looked at the three small sweet potatoes in Aunt You’s basket and snorted disdainfully, “What do you think this is? But I suppose it’s impressive that you even brought something!”

So they normally didn’t even bother bringing sweet potatoes? Listening to the explosive back-and-forth between Madam Hua and Old Madam Ji, Zhu Jie was certain that these sisters-in-law were far from cordial.

“Where’s Sister Feixue? Why hasn’t she come out?” Ji Mei anxiously asked, looking around. Where was her future rival, Hua Feixue?

Zhu Jie was curious too. Had they come all this way only to find no one home?

Just then, one of the Hua family sisters muttered something incomprehensible, “Gone wild again!”

Who was she talking about? Zhu Jie froze, just in time to see Eldest Hua pinch his wife hard. The sister-in-law didn’t make a sound but quietly retaliated with a kick. Though the movements were small, everyone felt it, and the Ji family members all struggled to hide their laughter.

Madam Hua then strode a few steps forward and roughly pushed open the door to a small room opposite. Her movements were coarse and forceful, swinging the door wide open.

“Xue’er, your maternal relatives have come!” she called out loudly. This time, though, her voice carried a note of warmth.

Zhu Jie craned her neck to look inside. The room was small; everything could be seen at a glance. A young woman sat sideways on the bed, holding a book, lost in a melancholic pose, sighing over the springtime as if heartbroken.

Huh? This was Hua Feixue, even more talented than her? Looking at her, she resembled Lin Daiyu from the classics!

Old Madam Ji followed in, laughing heartily, “Xue’er, still in bed?”

Hua Feixue raised an eyebrow and shot Old Madam Ji a cold glance, murmuring softly, “By the wind I sigh, fallen blossoms fall in heaps; fragrant intentions fade, another spring gone.”

Huh? Was that how she greeted her aunt? That abrupt line immediately left Old Madam Ji speechless for a long while.

Zhu Jie stuck her tongue out silently. Ah, the girls from Xiangshui Village were truly something else! That Lin Daiyu-esque line earlier had to be retracted—the sharpness in this glance alone surpassed Lin Daiyu by far, and her poise was on an entirely higher level!