Meng Yuhuai was originally somewhat annoyed. Seeing that he kept rambling nonstop, he could no longer sit still. Pushing the bowl aside, he left a note, "Aunt and uncle, you eat slowly," went to the corner, picked up a basket of tender grass, and then headed to the back of the house.
Hua Xiaomai knew he was going to feed Old Black, and seeing his wilted demeanor, she truly started to worry. But she couldn't follow him just then, so she had to keep making conversation, hoping to get through the meal quickly.
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Shortly after, the meal was over.
The dishes were all taken back to the kitchen, but the family of three did not return to their rooms. Mrs. Ding brought out some tea, and they sat in the middle of the courtyard chatting idly.
Hua Xiaomai, still thinking about Meng Yuhuai at the back of the house, wanted to go check on him several times but didn't want anyone to pick on her. She paced around like an ant on a hot pot.
