Chapter 5: Rolled Out of Bed 5

Dark and pitch-black, just like an African, and fierce to boot—that was it.

Ye Xuan'er stood behind her mother, about to speak, when her mother suddenly stood up and looked at Ye Rongfa, saying, "I say, Rongfa, don't start scolding your daughter the moment you get back. It's just a basin of water; if it's spilled, it's spilled. We still have to live our lives, after all."

Ye Xuan'er's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. This single basin of water had been dragged into something as serious as whether or not they should continue living their lives.

Ye Rongfa had never been satisfied with Ye Xuan'er. Hearing this, he let out a huff and scolded her without any restraint: "Useless! All you do is eat, sleep, and waste resources. You don't do a single useful thing all day long."

Hearing this, Ye Xuan'er felt a surge of grief and indignation. Just how unfavored was the original owner of this body in this household?

"Eat, sleep, and waste resources"—this insult was truly clean, sharp, and satisfying. Judging by the phrasing, he must have said it quite often.

Ye Xuan'er remained silent, standing quietly in place to await her father's lecture.

Although Ye Xuan'er's temper wasn't great and her moral character wasn't particularly noble, the one thing worth praising was that she was filial.

Her parents could discipline her however they pleased; as long as it didn't escalate to the point of hitting her, she could completely maintain her composure and calmly endure the criticism.

Seeing her calm and composed demeanor, her old man grew even angrier and continued scolding, "Why did I give birth to a daughter like you? No matter what is said, nothing sinks in!"

"Ahem, Mother gave birth to me." Finding an opening, Ye Xuan'er cleared her throat and hurriedly corrected her father on the fact that she was born of her mother.

"You!" Ye Rongfa was choked with rage, his expression shifting rapidly as if he wanted to swallow Ye Xuan'er whole.

But Ye Xuan'er remained fearless. In her memories, although this old man was sharp-tongued, he had never actually hit her.

Therefore, she had nothing to fear.

"Father, please don't blame Sister Xuan'er. Sister Xuan'er has brewed hot tea for you all," Tian'er said, walking over and speaking solicitously to her father.

Then, she quickly turned her head and signaled with her eyes that Ye Xuan'er had better not speak and avoid provoking her father with words.

Ye Xuan'er stuck her tongue out at her. The look in her eyes clearly conveyed: *You little brat, I don't need your teaching.*

Tian'er's brows furrowed in anger. Why did this Sister Xuan'er seem to be getting fiercer and more individualistic by the day?

"What hot tea? In this sweltering heat, it should be cold tea. And you probably didn't even get up until the sun was high in the sky," Ye Rongfa glared at Ye Xuan'er, a flash of disappointment in his eyes, before turning to walk into the house.

Ye Xuan'er rolled her eyes helplessly toward the sky. *If I could, I'd bring you some Jia Duo Bao.*

Seeing this, her mother sighed, looked at Ye Xuan'er, and finally shook her head before also walking into the house.

Tian'er was the last to remain. Seeing this, she stuck her tongue out at Ye Xuan'er and then scurried inside after them.

Ye Xuan'er stood in place, watching the disappointed retreating backs of her father and mother, and shook her head.

They really had no vision. A national treasure-level genius from an agricultural research institute was standing right in front of them, yet they looked at her with such disappointed eyes.

However, come to think of it, there should be very few crops in this ancient era.

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan'er looked around at the scorching sun and frowned. Was this perhaps the era before Hou Yi shot down the suns? It was incredibly hot.