Song Xiang opened her mouth, but before she could speak, an old chuckle came from behind, frightening her whole body.
The entrance of the small courtyard
The old man was wearing a slanted jacket and seemed to have just taken a shower. She was dressed very freshly. Except for the traces of age on the skin on her face, her hair was still black and her eyes were bright.
Song Xiang didn't see Mrs. Yu's face clearly just now, but now she was very sure that the person in front of her was her.
The old lady was carrying a red bag and an old-looking electric kettle.
"I won't eat your food for free."
She shook the thing in her hand towards Song Xiang, then put it casually by the door, turned around and left without saying anything more.
Yan Han threw away the Coke bottle in his hand, intending to catch up, but Song Xiang caught him by the sleeve.
Song Xiang ran over and took a look at the contents of the bag. It was a small quilt, probably for them to use at night.
As for the electric kettle, you can boil bath water.
"We are here to find someone." Yan Yanhan was speechless, not understanding what this woman was happy about.
Song Xiang nodded, "I know, but even if you stop the old lady, she won't give you the gem directly."
Severe and speechless.
Song Xiang took the things back and then ran back to see the "post-disaster situation" in the kitchen. It was not serious, but some places were darkened and there were traces of cola spray. They just needed to be cleaned.
She looked at the time, turned to Yan Han and said, "I'll boil some water so you can take a bath."
Yan Han: "How to clean this place?"
Don't blame him for being pretentious, it's really beyond the scope of knowledge.
Song Xiang snapped his fingers and said, "I just saw it. There is a big wooden bucket in the house. It can be washed by scalding it with boiling water."
Yan Han: "..."
How could this woman speak so calmly about such a terrible lifestyle?
He glanced at the dark kitchen, and really had the urge to turn around and pick up his cell phone to make a call. However, when his eyes met Song Xiang's shining eyes, he really couldn't say some words.
Seeing that he didn't move, Song Xiang went into the house to boil hot water, and then went to clean the kitchen while waiting.
Yan Han stood aside and watched, unable to intervene.
After the water was boiled, Song Xiang went to wash the barrel again, and then asked Yanhan to go in and take a bath.
Yan Han watched her wipe away her sweat and couldn't help frowning, "Wash it yourself."
Song Xiang subconsciously thought something was wrong with him, and asked cautiously: "Do you feel unclean?"
Yan Han pursed his lips and said, "No."
"Then why don't you wash it?"
"I'll wash it after you wash it."
The man finished speaking with a cold face and walked out of the courtyard without giving Song Xiang a chance to continue speaking.
Song Xiang stood there, a little surprised, but then he thought it was reasonable.
The Yan family's education was successful. Although Yan Han was domineering and authoritarian, he had a bottom line in some aspects. Most likely, he felt that it was inappropriate for him to be taken care of by a woman, so he felt unhappy.
Song Xiang poked her head outside the house and said, "Mr. Yan, please help me guard the door."
Yan Han turned sideways and saw the head sticking out of the dark inner window from a yard away. Without saying anything, he turned around again and faced the golden wheat field in front of the house.
Song Xiang retreated into the house, closed the useless broken door, took off her clothes, and sat in the tub.
The fatigue of the day disappeared quietly, and it was so comfortable that people wanted to close their eyes. Even so, Song Xiang did not dare to soak in it too much.
When she got up to get dressed, the light in the room was too dark, so she could only turn on the flashlight of her mobile phone to provide a faint light in the room.