Osmanthus answered and walked into the firewood room, but when she came in, she was suddenly a little helpless.

Chu Yannian said just now that he let himself into the house, because it was cold outside, but as soon as he entered the firewood room, he found that the temperature in this room was not much different from the temperature outside, that is, there was less cold wind, but the smell in this room was a little unpleasant.

Osmanthus couldn't help frowning slightly, but it wasn't the smell that made her frown, but the two big black bowls placed on a broken table in the corner as soon as she entered the room.

At first glance, the osmanthus was a little not too clear, but when I looked at it the second time, the osmanthus couldn't help but be angry from my heart.

In one of the big black bowls, there were three or four black, yellow, black, and yellow steamed buns, and in the other bowl, there were sharp blue-black things.

Although she hasn't seen such a thing for a long time, she is not unfamiliar with it, because since she crossed over, her body has only recovered a little, and this is what she eats at home.

Steamed buns that are so hard that you can eat out your teeth, and pickles that are so salty that you can't eat what they originally were.

This is the New Year, but there are two bowls on the table in the firewood room, and the osmanthus doesn't believe that this is just a leftover thing eaten a year ago.

Needless to say, this must have been the meal that Mo Qian had prepared for these two old men.

She wears gold and silver, but let the old people eat such things, it is simply unfilial!

Osmanthus's fist couldn't help but clench again.

But after she had looked at the whole firewood room, her fist was released again.

Soon, though, the loosened fist clenched again, even harder than the previous ones.

At this time, there was only one thought in Osmanthus Hua's mind, that is, to kill someone, and she really wanted to kill that Mo Qian clan now!

Although Mo Youdao's explanation just now makes people feel uncomfortable, it can barely be regarded as true.

But after seeing the situation in this firewood room, you will immediately understand that Mo Youdao's words are not fake at all, and they are completely good at saying things.

In this firewood room, there is a small earthen kang, and there are two wooden boxes on the ground, which have been peeled off the paint and look very old.

Other than that, it's the table in the corner.

Between the kang and the door, there was a stove on which only a black iron pot could sit, and next to the stove was a small desk with only a small black jar on it, and then there was a large cutting board that had been cut into a large piece and a kitchen knife that was clearly broken.

As a firewood house, the furnishings inside clearly look like long-term residents, but there is very little firewood, only a small bundle standing next to the stove.

This is a temporary residence, this is simply what it looks like to live here all the time.

Chu Lishou had already squatted in front of the stove to light the fire, Chu Yannian came in, and also squatted beside Chu Lishou, helping Chu Lishou to www.biquge.info the fire with a fun pavilion.

Mo Youdao was sitting on the kang head, and Mo Anshi and Mo Shi were holding hands and sitting on the kang tip of the small kang, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"Mother, you let my grandma and grandpa rest first, I asked Ermei to prepare hot water, and then bring it over and let the second elder wash his hands, and then eat some snacks to pad his stomach, and in the afternoon, let's have a good table of meals to reunite." As she spoke, Osmanthus walked over to the small wooden table and blocked the two black bowls on the table with her body.

After Mo Shi came in, he only cared about being uncomfortable, and he really didn't pay attention to the two black bowls, so he didn't think much about Osmanthus's actions.

"Well, warm up first." Mo touched Mo An's hand, and his voice was thick nasal.

I think that before I got married, my mother's hands were always warm, although they were not chubby and very fleshy, but at least they were very strong. It's good now, it's cold, and it's as thin as if there's only a layer of skin wrapped around the bones, making the joints look extraordinarily large