Tyrant Son-in-law

The little girl laughed, "They are all in good shape. They are playing chess in the backyard."    

Hu Yiming slightly frowned, there weren't many people that could be called Lord by Uncle Hwa.    

Hu Shaoguang, who was sitting on the wheelchair, smiled slightly. It was rare for his eyes to have a trace of warmth.    

Hu Yiming was shocked.    

"This is your Older Brother Yiming." Uncle Hwa smiled and introduced her, "This is your sister, Nuan."    

"Hello, Older Brother Yiming." Nuan smiled sweetly.    

Indeed, it was the same as her name, giving off a warm feeling.    

Hu Yiming smiled. "Hello, Sister Nuan."    

"Let's go in." Although there was a trace of weakness in his voice, there was also a trace of happiness in his tone.    

"Alright, Uncle Hu."    

Nuan turned around and led Hu Yiming and the others inside.    

The buildings inside were very simple and unadorned, giving off a strong sense of wilderness. However, in a mountain village like this, there didn't seem to be anything special. The only thing that could be considered special was the fact that there were a few dozen rooms here.    

Nuan led Hu Yiming around the living room and into the backyard.    

"Hurry up and get off the car, you're even going to lose! Hurry up!"    

Seven or eight old men looked at the two.    

"Seventh Brother, shut up. Can you stop nagging in my ears every time I play chess?" An old man with a white beard said angrily as he played chess.    

"Then go ahead. How many times have you lost to fifth brother?" The old man called Seventh Bro stood off to the side, fuming.    

"I'm a true gentleman, watching chess. After all these years, Seventh Brother, your temper still hasn't changed."    

Hu Shaoguang, who was on the wheelchair, was pushed over by Hu Yiming.    

All of the old men were stunned. They turned their heads towards Hu Shaoguang's direction and their expressions changed.    

The first to react was still Hu San. "So it's eleven years. I haven't seen you in so many years, but why do I feel like you are older than us big brothers?"    

Hu Yiming was shocked. Looking at these old men, he suddenly understood something.    

These were his uncles, the uncles who were said to be dead.    

He didn't expect to be here.    

Hu Shaoguang smiled, "I can't work too hard. It would be hard for me not to get old."    

All the old men snorted coldly.    

"This … I'm afraid that one day, I will really be gone. Before I die, I will bring my son to visit you all." Hu Shaoguang said.    

Hu Lao Qi snorted, "If you don't say it, I would think it's your grandson."    

Hu Yiming was the youngest son of Hu Shaoguang. When Hu Yiming was born, Hu Shaoguang was already close to forty. Adding to the past two years, Hu Shaoguang had indeed aged quite quickly due to illness and pain.    

Indeed, he looked a bit like Hu Yiming's grandfather.    

Hu Shaoguang smiled bitterly, "I do enjoy the grandson's interests, but the child doesn't live up to expectations."    

Hu Yiming glanced back and politely said, "Hello uncles."    

"Nephew looks a lot better than a father like you." Hu Lao San said.    

"Stop praising him. If he was as good as me, then I wouldn't have to struggle to hold on until now."    

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're still as shameless as before."    

Hu Lao San said disdainfully, and the rest of the brothers also looked at him with disdain.    

Nuan laughed heartily. "Every time Uncle Hu comes, a few uncles would bully him together."    

"Nuan, you heartless little girl, don't forget who raised you to such a big age, and yet you are actually bending your elbows outwards." Old man Hu said.    

Nuan stuck out her tongue playfully, seemingly unafraid.    

Hu Yiming lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in the depths of his eyes. For a moment, his mood was extremely complicated.    

Although these uncles didn't treat Hu Shaoguang too badly, it could be seen that they didn't have any ill intentions.    

But until now, in Shang Jing's Wealthy Class, even people from Hu Family thought that Hu Shaoguang had forced all of his brothers and sisters to their deaths.    

Hu Lei saw one with his own eyes.    

But now, everything seemed different from the rumors.    

His uncles were still alive and well. What was going on?    

"Go cook for the uncles and Older Brother Yiming." Nuan said with a smile.    

"Just make the Muppet Tofu from last time. It's pretty delicious." Hu Shaoguang said.    

"It's good that you have something to eat, you still dare to pick." Hu Lao San let out a cold snort.    

Nuan nodded to Young Master Hu, then turned around and headed to the kitchen.    

The old man withdrew his gaze and continued playing his chess. Hu Yiming pushed Hu Shaoguang forward.    

Seeing the chess on the board, he mumbled, "Third brother, your chess is still so smelly."    

Hu Lao San glared at him and said, "You talk too much."    

Amongst this group of old men and women, he could only win against Hu San-ge.    

"Go help Nuan. I don't need you here, I just have Hua looking after me." Hu Shaoguang said.    

Hu Yiming nodded and walked in the direction of Nuan. He didn't hold back at all.    

"This son of yours doesn't seem to be close to you?" Hu Lao San said with a faint smile.    

Hu Shaoguang glanced at him and said, "Which family doesn't have a few unfilial children?"    

"Does your son know how to cook? He can't be going to cause trouble for Nuan, right?"    

In the kitchen, Nuan was cutting vegetables, and a few aunts were helping her.    

"Lady Nuan's soup is done." A woman said.    

Nuan walked over with a towel, lifted the lid of the casserole, and sniffed. "OK, Aunt Zhang, help me with the fish. There are guests coming in today."    

Hu Yiming guessed that these people should be nannies or something like that.    

Nuan looked up and was shocked when she saw Hu Yiming. She hastily wiped the water droplets on her hands and said, "Older Brother Yiming, why did you come in?"    

Hu Yiming smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "I'm here to help you."    

Nuan looked at him in confusion. Hu Yiming seemed to be tender and tender, did he really know how to cook?    

Very soon, Nuan felt ashamed for her thoughts. The fact was, not only could Hu Yiming cook, he also did very well and professionally.    

He took out a carp from a basin at the side, which was still alive and kicking. With a few cracking sounds, the fish was cleaned up.    

The fish gills, fishiness, etc., had all been dealt with.    

He turned on the tap and took a shower.    

The scales on the fish were placed on the chopping board. If it wasn't for the scales, the fish would look like it had never been treated before.    

Unless it wasn't very modern, and there was even a cauldron that needed to be cooked.    

Although Hu Yiming knew how to cook, he didn't actually use such a big pot. His gaze fell on the gas stove not far away. "Which pot can I use?"    

"Ah, sure." Nuan snapped out of her daze and said.    

Hu Yiming quickly sliced the fish and started boiling the oil in the wok.    

After a while, the smell of fish soup filled the room.    

Auntie, who was lighting a fire, smelled the aroma and asked, "Does this young lad have a wife?"    

Hu Yiming smiled, "I do."    

"Then your wife is blessed. She has a man with such good culinary skills." Auntie said.    

Hu Yiming scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.