C221 (2/2)

”Now, immediately, immediately.” She looked at Xiao Meng Han and clenched her fists as she waved excitedly: ”I don't like you anymore, I hate you. You listened to my song, yet you don't give me any dog meat. You're shameless, you're a bad kid.”

Doctor Miao silently stood up from the dining table. He was glad that he had eaten the tonic, or else he would have really spat it out.

Xiao Menghan and a bad child? No matter how much Dr. Miao thought about it, it did not have a proper number in it.

He walked up to protect her and tried to push her away. However, she pushed him away and ran up the stairs as angry words floated from her body to the statue: ”I'm not eating anymore, I'm not eating meat, I'm going to starve to death. You guys don't like me, I want to announce, I want to announce, wuwuwuwu, I want to announce.

The rain continued to fall, bringing with it a certain coolness. The air in the room suddenly became sparse.

Xiao Meng Han felt that her chest was a little stuffy and a bit painful. She placed one hand on her chest and the other on the wall, her gaze never leaving the stairs that had already disappeared without a trace.

With a single sentence, she sentenced him to death and pushed him from heaven to hell.

Doctor Miao did not leave. She walked to Xiao Meng Han's side and extended her wrinkled right hand.

Her index and middle fingers rested on Xiao Meng Han's wrist, which was supporting the wall. Her expression immediately became heavy.

Xiao Meng Han smiled elegantly at Doctor Miao and said, ”Doctor Miao, I'm fine.” His smile was very shallow. It was like a dragonfly flying across the surface of a lake, creating ripples in which he was unable to struggle out of his fate.

Whose fault was this? Dr. Miao didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

Because this was Xiao Menghan's choice, the fate of Xiao Menghan and Mo Xiaoxiao intertwined with each other.

If it wasn't Xiao Menghan, then it would be Miao Shiqing. Doctor Miao looked at Xiao Menghan. If it was his grandson, Doctor Miao would not be so calm and collected. She coughed and asked, ”Are you really going to feed her dog meat?”

”Right.” Xiao Meng Han nodded, but just as she was about to say something, he saw the mute chef rushing out of the kitchen with a knife in his hand.

Chef Mute's figure was very quick. Doctor Miao only saw a flash before him as the Mute Chef pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

Sima Yunshu, who was standing at the door, cried out in fear. However, she quickly realized that the mute chef wasn't running towards her, but towards the Tibetan mastiffs in the outer court.

Before Doctor Miao could wake up, he only saw another figure flash by. When he looked over, Xiao Meng Han was already outside and had stopped the mute chef at the entrance.

Rain fell from the sky and fell on the two people standing opposite of each other. It soaked their hair and made them lose their vision. For a moment, the two people enveloped by the rain became even more blurry.

Chef Mute's eyes were completely red, the blade in his hand was gripped tightly, he was looking at Xiao Meng Han with a tragic look in his eyes.

The Tibetan mastiff was raised by a mute chef. When it was raised by a son, it would live together just like a comrade. In times of danger, it could expose its throat and heart to the companion of the Tibetan mastiff.

Xiao Meng Han agreed to give Mo Xiaoxiao dog meat, as this was cutting off the meat from a Mute Chef.

Chef Mute owed Xiao Zhenhai's life. If he wanted to cut it, he had to do it himself.

Tears flowed down Mute Chef's swarthy face. This was something even more painful than cutting off his flesh!

When Doctor Miao saw this, he felt very upset. His nose was sour.

Chef Mute had always been a silent person. He was listless as he did things, taking good care of everyone here. What he cooked was not some particular dish, but rather a very delicious one.

Those Tibetan mastiffs were also loyal soldiers, guarding the outer courtyard without any sounds of barking or biting.

Every time there was a stir in the wind, they would be the first to rush over.