Not only He Xiner and others felt that Old Qian was abnormal, but everyone was not stupid. She had such a gloomy look, anyone could tell that something was wrong with her.
I also know that she loves Ye Guihua, and thinking about her white-haired person giving her black-haired person, I can't stand it for a while. In addition, she has a bad temper, she gets angry at every turn, and she always does things without any rules.
Everything depends on her own personality, and it is extremely normal for her to have such a virtue.
It was obvious that she had let the person go, but now that the person was gone, she looked at this and that with hateful eyes, thinking that whoever owed her something was no longer there.
Once you think about it, it makes sense.
You are still the same person, nothing has changed.
No one thought deeply about it.
According to her selfish nature, after staying for a long time, she slowly put down Ye Guihua, and she was still the one who should eat and drink.
That's what I thought, but when there was such a gloomy person sitting at the top like a ghost, his gray old eyes looking at this and that, no one had the thought of eating.
The whole dining room was so depressed that I couldn't breathe.
No one spoke, and even little Xuyang felt the atmosphere was different and kept pushing into his father's arms.
He Xiner, Ye Yuanyuan and Wang Jinling drank a bowl of porridge and got up. Ye Feifeng ate a steamed bun and left in a hurry.
Little Qian, who had been hungry all night, didn't dare to make any noise. She lowered her head to avoid that scary gaze and stuffed her mouthful of steamed buns into her mouth, which almost choked her to death.
He picked up the bowl and took a quick sip of the rice soup before he felt better.
The look in Old Qian's eyes was so frightening that Xiao Qian actually felt a little lucky because her husband-in-law asked her to hand over all Ye Guihua's jewelry, otherwise her mother-in-law would have died if she saw her using those things.
I tore her apart.
The others ate in silence and left in silence.
Soon there were only two people left at the dinner table.
Nowadays, Lao Yetou is busy lately, and he hates the fact that his family is always laughing and joking, so he gets angry when he sees Lao Qian's character.
He did all the things that needed to be done, and he also gave her a severe warning not to act like a demon, and she agreed, but now she was showing her face like a dead man to whom?
"I'm warning you, don't make trouble!"
"I haven't done anything."
Lao Qian was unexpectedly calm and neither noisy nor fussy.
It's just that her old yellow face is expressionless, her eyes are hollow, and her voice is dry, making her look as scary as possible.
"Stop pretending to me! If you really love your daughter, why don't you die? Why don't you stay with her? Who can you show to me like this?"
He got angry early in the morning, and Lao Yetou was so angry that his face turned green.
"I'm warning you one last time. If you look like a dead person again, just eat it yourself. Don't bother me."
The scolded old Mr. Qian's empty eyes finally gained some life, and he turned around for a moment, but said nothing.
"Moving to the west wing, I'm afraid of seeing ghosts at night!"
"Except for eating, you are not allowed to stay in the upper room."
"It's better if you don't want to come to the upper room to eat. It also saves me from getting angry."
After saying the last sentence, Lao Yetou gave a cold snort, threw down the uneaten buns, and left the upper room with a dark face.
Everyone had left, but poor Mrs. Cao couldn't hide, so she had to hold her breath and carefully clear the dining table.
She lowered her head and removed everything, wiped the dining table with a clean rag, and swept the floor cleanly. She also took the mop made by He Xiner and mopped it carefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
, turned to leave.
"Boil some hot water and send it to the west wing."
A ghostly voice sounded from behind.
Ms. Cao stiffened and quickly turned around and responded, "Hey, I got it."
As she hurried out of the upper room, Ms. Cao felt like she was alive again. She patted her chest and went straight to the backyard to heat hot water without any delay.
It's strange to say that in the past, the old lady didn't ask for a bath for a whole month, but in recent days, she has become more particular about it. She even asked for hot water several times even if she was locked in the utility room.