Mucha was shocked, and her mind immediately cleared up.

She subconsciously wanted to jump up from the bed and choke the other party's neck, but a second before she made the move, she saw clearly the person who lifted her quilt through the faint light of the morning light.

- Mrs. Szeto.

Mucha immediately suppressed the desire to choke the other party's neck, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I only heard Mrs. Situ complain dissatisfiedly: "This is not a response, are you sleeping like a dead pig?! Hurry up and get me up!"

Old lady Situ shouted as she pushed her shoulder.

Mucha made a look like she had just woken up, rubbed her eyes and sat up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Grandma?"

"What's the matter? What time is it? Get up and make me breakfast! I'm hungry!" said Mrs. Situ angrily.

"I see, Grandma. Mucha answered, got out of bed and got dressed.

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

Mucha looked at the back of Old Lady Situ leaving, raised her hand and turned on the light in the room.

Under the light, Muxia's face disappeared obediently, leaving only the cold and thin side of the ice blade.

For the old disrespect, this word is probably tailor-made for Mrs. Situ.

Mucha didn't rush out of bed, she slept late, and sat down first to ease her senses.

Sleeping late, waking up early in the morning, no one can stay refreshed.

But she was also glad that she slept late and reacted a beat slower than usual, otherwise with her usual reaction, the old lady would have been choked off by her now.

If that is the case, if he annoys the rude old lady and doesn't say anything, Situ Hai will definitely be suspicious.

It's okay, it's okay.

Mucha let out a cloudy breath to make sure she was completely awake before she got up and walked out.

But because she had been meditating for a few minutes just now, after Mucha went out, the old lady opened her mouth and scolded: "Why are you moving so slowly? Did you eat a turtle? I'm dying of hunger! Hurry up and make me something, I want to eat it as soon as possible!"

Mucha heard what the old lady meant—she wanted to eat the dumplings left over from last night.

Just what she wants!

Mucha sneered in her heart, but her face was soft: "The fastest words are dumplings, I put them in the refrigerator if I didn't cook them last night, is it okay to eat dumplings?"

Old Lady Situ snorted twice in disgust, and said with a reluctant look: "Okay!

Mucha nodded, and walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, a bowl of hot dumplings was out of the pot.

Mucha went out with dumplings, and the old lady was already sitting at the table, still holding chopsticks in her hand.

She was still quite confident in her cooking skills, and it was not surprising that the old lady was like this, Mucha pretended not to see the longing on the old lady's face, and after putting the dumplings on the table, she asked, "Grandma, is there anything else I need to make?"

Mrs. Situ forcibly resisted the action of pinching the chopsticks, and said impatiently: "Let's go feed the pigs! The feed will be mixed, right? After staying in the countryside for so long, it is impossible not to raise pigs, right?"

"I will, I'll go to the pigsty now. Mucha resisted the urge to clench his palms, for fear that the old lady would see something, and 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 people and don't take me seriously, and your daughter still has to bring me tea and water to feed the pigs for cooking?"

The more the old lady thought about it, the more she felt happy, and even the dumplings became more fragrant.

The dumplings for two people, she ate them directly.

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

Mucha looked at the smooth plate, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and a subtle arc curled.