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Chapter 342 Burnt Man

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    Mucha was shocked, and her mind immediately became clear.

    She subconsciously wanted to jump up from the bed and grab the other person's neck, but a second before she made the move, she used the dim light of the morning light to see clearly the person who lifted her quilt.

    ¡ª¡ªOld Mrs. Situ.

    Mucha immediately suppressed the desire to strangle the other person's neck, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

    I only heard Mrs. Situ complaining dissatisfiedly: "You haven't responded to this, are you sleeping like a dead pig?! Get up quickly!"

    Old Mrs. Situ shouted while pushing her shoulders.

    Mucha pretended to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes and sat up, asking in a hoarse voice: "Grandma? What's wrong?"

    "What's wrong? What time is it? Get up quickly and make breakfast for me! I'm hungry!" Old Mrs. Situ said angrily.

    "I know, grandma." Mucha responded and got out of bed to get dressed.

    She was so well-behaved that Old Mrs. Situ couldn't say much. She glanced at the corner of her mouth and turned around to walk out.

    Mucha looked at Mrs. Situ¡¯s leaving figure and raised her hand to turn on the light in the room.

    Under the light, the cute look on Mucha's face disappeared, leaving only the coldness on the side of the ice blade.

    "Being old and disrespectful" is probably a word tailor-made for Mrs. Situ.

    Mucha was not in a hurry to get out of bed. She slept late and sat down to calm down.

    Going to bed late and getting up early in the morning can make it difficult for anyone to stay energetic.

    But she was also glad that she slept late and her reaction was a beat slower than usual. Otherwise, with her usual reaction, the old lady would probably have her neck broken by her now.

    ¡° If that happens, Situ Hai will definitely become suspicious if he offends the unruly old lady.

    so far so good.

    Mucha took out a breath and made sure she was completely awake before getting up and walking out.

    But because he had just been sitting quietly for a few minutes, after Mucha went out, the old lady scolded her: "Why are you moving so slowly? Did you eat a turtle? I'm starving to death! Make me something quickly, as fast as possible  food!"

    Mucha heard what the old lady meant - she wanted to eat the leftover dumplings from last night.

    It¡¯s just what she wanted!

    Mu Xia sneered in her heart, but spoke softly on her face: "The fastest thing is dumplings. I put the ones I didn't cook last night in the refrigerator. Is it okay to eat dumplings? Grandma?"

    Old Mrs. Situ snorted twice in disgust, and said with a reluctant look: "Okay! Just dumplings!"

    Mucha nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

    Soon, a bowl of hot dumplings came out of the pan.

    When Mucha went out with the dumplings, the old lady was already sitting at the dining table with chopsticks in her hand.

    She was quite confident in her cooking skills. It was not surprising that the old lady was like this. Mucha pretended not to see the desire on the old lady's face, put the dumplings on the table and asked: "Grandma, is there anything else you need me to do?"  Of?"

    Old Mrs. Situ resisted the action of picking up her chopsticks and said impatiently: "Go feed the pigs! Can you mix the feed? After staying in the country for so long, you must have never raised pigs, right?"

    "I will, I will go to the pigsty now." Mucha resisted the urge to clench his hands tightly, for fear that the old lady would see something, so he turned around and walked out directly.

    The old lady looked at Mu Xia's back, snorted disdainfully, and muttered to herself: "Mu Wanyue, you look down on others and don't take me seriously. Your daughter still has to bring me tea and water."  Pigs cook?¡±

    The more the old lady thought about it, the happier she felt, and the dumplings became more delicious.

    She ate the dumplings for two by herself.

    When Mucha came back from feeding the pigs, the old lady was stroking her belly and burping.

    Mucha looked at the smooth plate, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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