"Hmm."

Oreo squeezed out a weak smile, but Peggy didn't see it.

She quickly turned her head away, tossed the towel in her hand into the bucket, and said proudly.

"Celebration Day starts tomorrow."

"You can finally move into Fifth Street."

Oreo muttered, but Peggy didn't hear it because of her weakness.

She walked around the room a few times before finally stopping at Tamya's bedside, her brow furrowed.

This filthy detective has come to his senses, but what should this woman do? Leaving Oreo alone to take care of her?

If you think about it, this has nothing to do with me, but why is it so unhappy?

Just as Lady Peggy frowned in thought, Angelyl hurried in.

"Mom."

She said hello to Peggy, then ran to the cramped stove and tossed the washed pumpkin chunks into it.

After closing the lid of the pot, she breathed a sigh of relief before she spoke.

"Thank goodness Mr. Oreo has finally woken up."

Peggy, of course, sensed the excitement in Angelyl's tone, and she pursed her lips, not in a good tone.

"It's time for him to wake up, too."

Angelyl walked over with a smile and shook Peggy's arm.

"Mom, you'll have to take care of Mr. Oreo for me until he's fully recovered."

Perhaps thinking that it was inappropriate to say this, Angelil quickly changed her words.

"I mean you've got to take care of him."

Peggy's face darkened, pretending not to hear it.

She lifted Tamya's quilt, rubbed her breasts casually, and stood up.

"Angelil,"

Peggy paused, "Don't be late tomorrow morning." ”

Angelyl nodded, looking surprised.

"Tomorrow is the most important day, and I certainly won't be late."

"That's fine."

Peggy nodded, still looking like she wanted to speak.

Angelyl saw it, she first glanced at the steamer, and then said suspiciously.

"Mom, are you worried about tomorrow's competition?"

Peggy shook her head, then nodded again after a while.

"Angelyl, I'm worried about you."

"Worried about me?"

Angelil smiled, "Mom, there's nothing to worry about, didn't you say that I'm the prettiest girl in all of Turin." ”

Peggy sighed, stretched out her right hand, and rubbed Angelyl's face.

I thought she would explain something, but in the end there was nothing, just sighed again.

Angelyl held Peggy's right hand, mother and daughter had rarely been so close since learning that they were going to run for the Black Queen election.

She stared into Peggy's eyes and said in a low voice.

"Mom, are you worried that I'm going to like Mr. Oreo...... It's okay. ”

This sentence seems to crush Peggy. She lowered her head and said with a sigh.

"What did I create in my last life......?"

"Mom, I said it was okay."

Angelyl glanced in Oreo's direction, "Besides, I'm going to be the Black Queen, I will!" ”

Peggy nodded, and when she looked up, her eyes were full of tears.

Turin, Turin, heaven and hell.

This is true.

Peggy wiped her tears and began to speak incoherently.

"Angely, I just want you to have a better life......"

Compared to the sentimental Peggy, Angelelle is much more determined.

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I'll take care of it."

She shook her head, and she walked briskly to the steamer, lifted the lid, and looked at the pumpkin inside.

The pumpkin is ripe.

While Angelyl stirred the pumpkins, Peggy walked slowly to the door, where she held on to the wooden door and explained again.

"Angely, don't be late tomorrow morning."

"I'm not going to be late."

Angelyl was surprised, "Also, Mom, aren't you eating dinner here?" ”

Peggy shook her head, pushed the door open, and left.

When the wooden door was closed, Angelil breathed a sigh of relief and spoke casually.

"What do you think she's doing all day long?"

She pouted as Tamia did, poured fresh milk into the churned pumpkin, sprinkled a little salt and pepper, and a bowl of pumpkin soup was ready in no time.

Worried that Oreo was hungry, Angelyl walked over quickly.

His eyes were closed, and he didn't know if he had fainted again.

Of course, the more important thing is that he didn't hear the conversation between himself and his mother.

But it's okay to hear it, after all, tomorrow is the day of celebration......

"Mr. Oreo, are you still awake?"

Sitting down on the edge of Oreo's bed, Angelyl whispered.

"Hmm."

Oreo slowly opened his eyes and turned his head away, staring at the bowl in Angelil's hand.

"Oh, you can't eat on your own, can you?"

Angelil hurriedly put the bowl down and looked left and right, she wanted to find a place for Oreo to lean on, but she never found it.

She searched around again, and finally stopped at the door of the utility room.

Oreo's chair was in the utility room, but it was too far away.

Seeing Angelil's concerns, Oreo moved with difficulty, and he seemed to want to get up on his own, but in the end he only moved.

"I'll go get a pillow."

Angelyl quickly stood up, and she pulled the pillow out from under Tamia's head and shoved it under Oreo's head.

Oreo half-squinted his eyes and braced his hands on the edge of the bed, barely trying to keep himself from slipping.

"Mr. Oreo, hold on."

Angelyl whispered as she picked up the bowl of pumpkin puree, flicked it with a spoon, and handed it to Oreo's mouth.

Oreo squinted at the spoon, he didn't seem to like it.

But the situation forced him to close his eyes, then open his mouth and let Angelil shove the spoon in.

Because he was in a coma for too long, his sense of taste was skewed.

The pumpkin soup tastes completely different from what you imagined, like a piece of boiled meat spreading on the tip of your tongue.

Oreo knew it was his delusion, so he swallowed the pumpkin soup with difficulty.

It wasn't until he swallowed it thoroughly that he finally knew where his discomfort was coming from

- This bowl of pumpkin soup is so hot.

Tears flowed out of his eyes as he opened his mouth and his throat tightened.

"It's too hot."

Angelyl could tell what Oreo had said from the shape of her mouth, and she quickly put down the bowl and spoon and said guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she stretched out her right hand and wiped the tears from Oreo's face.

I didn't want to pay attention to these things, but Oreo's eyes were too eye-catching.

His pupils are a rare emerald green, and the bottom of his eyes is extremely clear, like a wonder in an oil painting.

Noticing Angelil's eyes, Oreo quickly closed his eyes.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and this time he made a sound.

"Alright, go ahead."