The second master's words provoked the atmosphere in the room as if condensed, and the adoptive mother Zhu Xiuxiu's face became very ugly, while Chen Meng in the kitchen was overjoyed, and he couldn't laugh too arrogantly, so he could only hold Nuo Nuo and laugh.

As soon as he was happy, he took out the jar of jasmine high crushed tea leaves that he would only take out when he came to the house (hated) people.

Even Nuno knew that his parents never drank this pot of tea at home, and only took it out when someone came.

The second master and Meng Meng both drink tea buds, and Gao Crush is just right to greet these nasty guys.

Zhu Xiuxiu was silent for a few seconds, not knowing whether she was speechless or frightened by the second master.

"The dead are the greatest, Li Shaofeng, you have already been absent from her first seven, don't you even go for a hundred days? What do you make others think of you? ”

"Auntie, you are discouraged." Xuan Xue opened her mouth to persuade, but in fact, Xiao Xuehua was still a little happy in her heart.

Hmph, it's better not to go, who wants to see that dead ghost!

"How can I not be angry? Shao Feng, you can't help but give us cute face. ”

The words of the two people outside are just heheda in Mengmeng's ears.

If this was a previous life, she thought so.

But since seeing the second master's strange urn full of red sausages as sacrifices, Mengmeng will no longer be confused by these superficial skills.

But the adoptive mother was so ruthless last time, why did she suddenly come to the door this time to say this, and said that she wanted to do something for herself?

Could it be that the adoptive mother still has feelings for herself?

Chen Meng came out with the brewed tea leaves and put the teacup on the table.

She looked at her adoptive mother with mixed feelings, this adoptive mother who locked up all the delicious food in her previous life, didn't let her learn the piano, didn't let her pay tuition, and didn't let her enter the ancestral grave, did she also have a time when her conscience found out?

After the adoptive mother finished speaking, she saw that Li Shaofeng did not react, she couldn't find a better excuse for a while, and when she was upset, she saw that there was tea on the table, and felt that her mouth was dry, so she reached out to take it.

As soon as he held the cup, he heard the second master ask sharply.

"Do you do these things for others to see, are you doing these things for the good of my woman, or are you afraid that ghosts will knock on the door if you do too many things?"

Underpants!

Zhu Xiuxiu's hand shook, and the teacup fell.

It just so happened that Xiao Xuehua also reached out to take the tea, and half of the cup of hot tea was sprinkled on Xuan Xue's hand. Poor little snowflakes barely got scalded into pig's trotters.

Xuan Xue screamed miserably, and every time she came to her brother-in-law's house, she would be injured!

Today, she was afraid of being beaten by the murderous little nanny, so she dragged Chen Meng's adoptive mother to come with her, who knows, the partner added a negative state to herself!

Xuan Xue jumped up and rushed towards the bathroom, turned on the faucet and flushed, brother-in-law~ Look at people's poor hands~

However, the brother-in-law didn't have time to watch, and the brother-in-law was looking at Chen Meng's adoptive mother.

Chen Meng took a broom to collect garbage, looking at her adoptive mother's expression, her heart was cold again when she had just been a little active.

Cool, thoroughly cool.

Hehe, people don't have feelings for themselves at all, this is for fear that their souls will not be separated and damage other people's feng shui, right?

The so-called funeral white things are done so vigorously, half of them are for others to show themselves, showing that they are affectionate and righteous, and the other half is with a little fear of being retaliated by ghosts, or some people just want to do the white things better, so that the dead can bless the living to be promoted and rich!

To put it bluntly, everyone is dead, and they still have to gnaw at the old! The respect and memorial to the deceased has become a business of "I will burn paper for you, and you will bless my children and grandchildren to be rich", which is also a characteristic of fat intestines.