Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2965: Chapter 2965: Stop Talking, He’s Coming

Min Yi, the man brought by Qian Yizheng, saw that they were going to rest and immediately walked over.

As he spoke, he called over a group of people following them from a distance and began to organize. In no time, a straw hut was set up, with a round table and several stools inside.

It was just enough for Qian Yizheng and his group to sit down and rest.

He then started to prepare tea and snacks, even bringing in a basin of water for the little ones to wash their faces.

In every sense, Min Yi took care of the children meticulously, leaving nothing undone except perhaps serving them in the bathroom.

Little Nuonuo watched Min Yi bustling about, his chin resting on one hand and remarked, ”Brothers, this person doesn’t seem so bad, why does he like to bully people?”

Min Yi had truly been attentive in the days he took care of them.

Yet, this same man was notoriously infamous outside; everyone who saw him would avoid him, feeling an intense hatred!

”Last night while I was sleeping, I heard some of his servants mention that he seems to have a fierce stepmother at home, hoping every day for his demise outside,” An Yilu remarked while Min Yi went to fetch something.

”Is that so?”

Little Nuonuo seemed to understand a bit; perhaps this was what his mother meant when she said having a stepmother also meant having a stepfather. Min Yi’s biological father probably didn’t care much for him either?

”I’ve heard that Min Yi was a posthumous child, born in the coffin. If the servants hadn’t heard cries from inside and opened it, he would have been buried with his mother,”

An Yi Zhou added.

He had heard the servants talk about it before. Min Yi’s servants outwardly seemed respectful towards their master, but in truth?

The disdain in their eyes wasn’t fake, and they couldn’t have mistaken it. As soon as Min Yi turned his back, the way they looked at him changed immediately.

He hardly believed that Min Yi wouldn’t be aware of this.

Even if he did, he couldn’t say anything about it and had to pretend he didn’t know, which was truly pitiful.

”Tsk tsk, wasn’t he pulled from the dead?” Little Nuonuo clicked his tongue twice and said.

Previously feeling this person was hateful, he now found him pitiable. If he hadn’t been pulled from the dead, he’d be gone. What was his father doing?

”So, what you see isn’t always the truth, right?”

At least from the last few days, this person didn’t seem that bad. Judging people might depend on the situation and the individual.

”Shh, stop talking, he’s coming,”

An Yixing signaled for silence, telling his brothers not to speak further.

They were saying bad things behind his back. What if he heard them—what would he think? So, it was better not to speak.

Upon hearing this, they immediately quieted down, not speaking anymore, but their large eyes kept swirling.

”Young masters, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating? These pastries were freshly made today, and they taste great,” Min Yi asked, seeing the untouched items on the table.

In previous days, the young masters didn’t seem so reserved and ate heartily; why was today different?