Chapter 8 (1/2)
One second remember, provide you with wonderful novel reading. ”Well, forget it, I'll go to the study.” Duan Tingxuan also knew he was a little unreasonable. He just looked at the table with all the colors, flavors and flavors, but he was always shaking the big bowl of vegetable dumplings in front of him. He was really upset. Instead of angering his wife, he might as well go to the study. Maybe he was hungry for half a night and felt delicious when he ate.
When he came to the study, he saw Siping coming out of it. His eyes brightened and he said with a smile: ”what? But I brought my things?”
When Siping saw him, he opened his mouth and smiled more ugly than crying: ”Sir, please spare the servant's mother. You said the dumplings the day before yesterday were too greasy and greasy. You said the dumplings the day before yesterday were too light and tasteless. Yesterday you said they were too salty. When I went back today, I fried a pot again, but the servant didn't taste anything. After analyzing the reasons with my mother, I found that I forgot to put salt. Sir, my mother is old and can't afford to toss like this , come back a few times. I'm afraid I won't be able to eat normal meals when I go home. ”
”Is it as serious as you said?” Duan Tingxuan looked at his confidant with a black face: ”Mom, don't you say that you can break your head and shed blood? Don't lose your loyalty to me? Now I let you go home and fix some food for me without letting you break your head and bleed? I'm afraid you'll starve to death if you can't eat normal food in the future. I'll bury you for your main duty.”
Siping was speechless. Duan Tingxuan also knew that he was angry. The first three meals of vegetable dumplings had made him understand this truth: the delicacy of vegetable dumplings depends not on who made it, but on who made it.
”You said, what cooking skills did that woman really learn from the Lord of hell in the hall of hell?” when she came to the study, Duan Tingxuan sat down in his chair. Now all he thought about was the wife he didn't bother to look at before.
”This... The matter of ghosts and gods may not be accurate. It's just... The servant felt that after grandma died once, she seemed to have changed.” Siping carefully looked at the master's face and murmured, ”so... Maybe the Lord of hell is true or maybe.”
It's like a different person.
Duan Tingxuan sat up straight, and a thunderbolt sounded in his mind: Yes, she has changed a person, not only her cooking skills, but her temperament, speech, attitude and expression are completely different from those in the past. No matter what kind of life and death disaster, it will not completely change a person, otherwise Jiangshan is easy to change her nature, and this sentence will not become the most reasonable name spread through the ages Words.
I little interesting.
Duan Tingxuan smiled cunningly at the corner of his mouth and leaned back slowly on the back of his chair: is it a resurrection from the dead? Is it a fox spirit? Or is it possessed by a female ghost? I haven't heard of this kind of thing before. Hehe, if it is true, it would be fun. Well, Zibuyu is confused. I'd better not be too impatient and watch it change.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky outside the window. It was dark, so he said to himself, ”just let you have a good dream tonight and talk about it tomorrow.”
”Say what?”
Siping was startled by the master's strange self talk. Subconsciously, he asked, but Duan Tingxuan glared at him angrily and hummed coldly: ”tell me what you buried with you after you died.”
Siping then lowered his head deeply and dared not say a word more.
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”Xiangyun, you look at the porridge pot and peel and cut these two salted duck eggs. I'll go and get face wash. Grandma will probably wake up soon.”
In the small kitchen of Meiyue building, Honglian has done everything. Seeing that Xiangyun came in refreshed, she handed over the finishing work to her. She went out with hot water and came to the door of Su Nuan's greenhouse. Sure enough, she heard a murmur inside, so she knocked on the door and went in. She poured the warm hot water into the copper basin on the shelf and said with a smile: ”Grandma keeps talking when she gets up early in the morning. What's so happy?”
”Happy?”
Su wennuan came over and pointed his slender finger at his right eye: ”look, look at my eyes. Did you find anything?”
Red lotus looked carefully, puzzled, shook her head and said, ”no, what's wrong with Grandma's eyes?”
”Look again, be careful.” Su wennuan looked at her with hate iron but not steel eyes: ”how many times have you said to observe things carefully, you are a big girl, and you should set an example for Xiangyun everywhere...”
”Grandma, the maidservant really didn't see anything. She didn't even have eye droppings. What did you let the maidservant look at?” when Honglian heard her grandmother's words, she knew that the gas from getting up had not passed and she almost knelt down. She tried to look at Su wennuan's right eye and thought whether it was eyelashes? But she couldn't see it.