It was a rare dinner time, and good food should never be wasted. Edward Thompson certainly didn’t want to eat while listening to that shrew’s yelling.

Grace Walker sat across from Edward Thompson, a hint of surprise appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.

The noodles were chewy, the meat tender, and the broth was delicious. In fact, when she first saw dinner just now, Grace Walker had already felt a bit puzzled—tonight’s meal didn’t seem like it was made by Little Lily.

Not only was the aroma rich, but the bowl wasn’t just plain and colorless as before; there were reds and greens, making it look much more appetizing. What struck her as even stranger was that, even though it wasn’t a holiday, there was actually some meat in the bowl.

After tasting a small bite, Grace Walker’s beautiful eyes lit up slightly. She looked at Little Maid and asked, “Little Lily, did you make dinner tonight?”

Little Maid was still lost in the best noodles she’d ever eaten in her life. Hearing this, she suddenly looked up and said, “No, it was the young master…”

Only after speaking did she remember that she’d promised the young master not to tell the lady about this. Her little face changed slightly, and when she looked up, sure enough, she saw an expression of utter astonishment on the lady’s face.

“Ahem, ahem…” Edward Thompson cleared his throat twice and shot Little Maid a subtle glare, saying, “I used to live alone, so I’ve gotten used to doing these things myself.”

The surprise on Grace Walker’s face lingered, clearly not having digested this yet. Her gaze drifted to the meat in the bowl. “This meat…”

“Pheasant, found it on the road…”

……

……

After a long while, Grace Walker finally nodded and said softly, “Husband, you’re a scholar. These rough chores… should be left to Little Lily in the future.”

Edward Thompson glanced at Little Lily, and Little Maid playfully stuck out her tongue, quickly lowering her head, not daring to look at him.

A girl of fifteen or sixteen, at the age of innocence and liveliness, seemed to have noticed that her young master was different from the other men outside. Little Maid was gradually becoming more relaxed in front of him.

Next to Edward Thompson, the always-silent Emily Walker would occasionally glance at him with a look as if she’d discovered a new world, and from time to time would unconsciously lick her lips, as if savoring something…

“Oh right, the school in the village will reopen tomorrow. Husband, you should prepare in advance.” After dinner, while Little Lily was washing the dishes, Grace Walker seemed to remember something and spoke up.

Edward Thompson nodded at her words, but didn’t really take it to heart. Wasn’t it just a bunch of brats? Tomorrow he’d just grab a few books, teach them to recite a few lines, and then have them nod and sway as they recited. If they couldn’t memorize it, they wouldn’t be allowed to go home for dinner. That’s pretty much how ancient schools worked, right?

Dealing with a few brats, Edward Thompson felt no psychological burden at all. After waking up, before he even had breakfast, Little Lily came to inform him that it was time to go to the school…

To this day, Edward Thompson still felt that something like a school shouldn’t exist in a bandit stronghold. Led by Little Lily, he walked through most of the village before stopping in front of a house that looked a bit more spacious than the others.

Before even entering, he could hear a noisy commotion inside, mixed with the laughter of brats. The moment Edward Thompson walked in, the atmosphere suddenly froze, and the surroundings fell silent.

One dirty face after another, with clear and curious eyes, looked him up and down. Many of the gazes were clearly scrutinizing.

After a few seconds of silence…

“So you’re Sister Ruyi’s husband?”

Before Edward Thompson could say anything, a childish yet dissatisfied voice came from the side.

Chapter 10: How to Deal with Brats

A chubby boy, about ten years old, was looking at Edward Thompson with a defiant expression when Edward Thompson turned to look at him. There was even a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Such looks weren’t rare. The few boys around him all had the same thing in their eyes.

Even though Edward Thompson had lived two lives, he still couldn’t figure out what these brats were thinking.

What was with that faint hostility?

It was clearly their first meeting—he didn’t even know these brats before!

“What makes you qualified to be Sister Ruyi’s husband?”

At this moment, the sturdy boy looked up at Edward Thompson and said, “When I grow up, I’m going to marry Sister Ruyi!”

Edward Thompson was momentarily stunned by this, unable to react for a while. A brat who hadn’t even grown all his hair yet, actually thinking about marrying someone?

Looking at the other brats beside him, who were clearly united in their hostility, Edward Thompson finally understood where that faint hostility toward him came from.

It seemed he had underestimated his wife’s charm!

But thinking about it, it was actually quite normal. These brats, who ran around the village naked all day, didn’t know much. Whenever they saw a pretty woman, they’d boldly declare that they’d marry her when they grew up.

Kids say the darndest things, and the adults in the village naturally didn’t take it seriously. Over time, such thoughts became more and more ingrained in their minds, and they themselves didn’t realize anything was wrong.

However, the appearance of Edward Thompson had dealt a devastating blow to these still-immature hearts.