When Haitang loved him wholeheartedly, he didn't cherish it. Now that Haitang may not love him anymore, he just discovered his feelings. Why didn't he discover it earlier.
Emotions are such a thing of fate.
"Young ladies, you are already awake." An old voice sounded behind them.
Hua Weiluo turned around and saw that the old lady from last night was standing neatly at the door of her room, looking at them with a kind smile.
"Auntie, we are all up. Thank you so much for taking us in last night. We will definitely remember this kindness in our hearts." Hua Weiluo said politely to the old lady.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just a piece of cake." The old lady smiled, her silver-white hair carefully tied on her head, she turned and walked towards the small kitchen at the back of the house and said: "I have already cooked a big pot in the kitchen.
Here, if you gentlemen and ladies don't mind me, please come with me to the kitchen at the back to have dinner. I am a poor family here and I have nothing to entertain you."
"Thank you, ma'am." When Hua Weiluo mentioned food, she suddenly felt hungry, so she was not polite and hurriedly followed the old lady towards the back of the house.
Zhishan smiled helplessly and followed slowly.
At the back of the house was a makeshift kitchen made of a very small shed, with a small square wooden table in the middle. The edges of the wooden table had been polished very smooth.
The old lady walked tremblingly to the pot, filled four bowls of porridge for them, and took out some homemade pickled radish vegetables from the cabinet, cut them up, put them in a wooden bowl, brought them to the table and said: "
I’m really embarrassed to let you eat these.”
"Anyway, aunt, it would be nice to have some." Hua Weiluo had been hungry for a long time, and now that there was something to eat in front of her, she was no longer polite, picked up the porridge bowl, and started eating with a sigh of relief.
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Zhishan smiled slightly, picked up the porridge bowl gracefully, and gently picked up the chopsticks with a hand as white as jade.
After the aunt served the porridge, she had time to look at them.
It was too dark last night and her eyesight was not good enough to see clearly. This morning, just by looking at their clothes, she knew that these people were of high status after all. After all, they were guests. She was embarrassed to keep staring at them, and now she was taking advantage of them to eat.
During breakfast, she looked at each one carefully.
But when she glanced at Zhishan, her hands began to shake involuntarily, and her whole body froze in place as if she had been electrocuted.
Probably because her strangeness was too obvious, Zhishan and the others turned around and looked at the old lady standing there dumbfounded, and couldn't help but feel confused.
Mr. Yun asked in a low voice: "Auntie, auntie?? What's wrong with you??"
The old lady didn't speak for a long time. Finally, a drop of turbid tears slowly dripped from the corner of her eyes. She whispered: "Mr. Cheng...Mr. Cheng, is it you..."
Before the flowers fell, they immediately looked at each other. No one sitting here was named Cheng.
Zhishan frowned slightly, Mr. Cheng... this title seemed vague and vague.
The old lady just looked at Zhishan silently for a long time, seeming to be deep in memories.
