The filling was personally mixed by Gu’s mom, no mistake there. If there was a mistake, it could only be that the big white dog had added more salt to the filling on his own.
"Why did you add salt yourself?" Gu’s dad was thoroughly puzzled.
The son-in-law furrowed his brows and said, "Because, Dad, when you saw it, you said, said not to make it too bland."
"Did I, did I say that?" Gu’s dad was at a loss for words, but then he thought about it and realized that it seed likely, mainly because the dumplings Gu’s mom usually made tended to be on the blander side.
But a normal person wouldn’t have dumped an entire pack of salt into the dumplings.
With Gu’s dad as the pioneering crab eater, the rest of the people looked at the dumplings on the table with trepidation, unsure if the big white dog had salted all the dumplings.
Only Gu Nuan, very calmly, told the others, "It’s okay, I marked the dumplings he made, you just don’t eat those with marks on the dough."
The big white instantly brightened and wagged his tail vigorously at his wife: Wife, you’re brilliant!
Gu’s mom got scared by this, and when her son-in-law offered to help her get so vinegar, she repeatedly said, "No need, I’ll get it."
Gu Nuan smugly raised her eyebrows: Look, overindulging the son-in-law, see what that leads to. In reality, kindergarten kids absolutely should not be spoiled.
The big white sulkily went back to his own bench, but fortunately, there was sothing he was definitely good at, could definitely do—eat!
When it ca to eating, no one could match his manner of devouring food, which endeared him most to his mother-in-law.
That night, as previously arranged, Gu Nuan setup a makeshift bed in her parents’ room. Similarly, in her room, Zhang Sanfeng slept on the bed, while Xiao Yebai made a bed on the floor.
Listening to the neighboring room, where his wife and her parents were sleeping, quiet down.
Zhang Sanfeng took out his phone from his pocket, handed it to Xiao Yebai, and whispered, "This afternoon when you were out, Xiaolian sent a ssage, said he had found Old Seven."
Xiao Yebai took the phone from his hand, browsing through the ssages.
Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes, beautiful as Xishi’s, twinkled in the darkness, "Are you planning to have Old Seven take action?"
"Do you think it’s inappropriate?"
"I feel, if I hadn’t just happened to co and et you, I would be more suited to go, as the other party would likely be least guarded against ."
Xiao Yebai’s eyes slowly swept over his fake leg concealed beneath the baggy trousers, saying, "If they would be less guarded against you just because of that, you are underestimating them."
Zhang Sanfeng understood the implication in his words, he didn’t like him to feel inferior about his leg.
"Think about my wife, she can’t hear, but she has never felt there was anything special about it." Xiao Yebai said this offhandedly, yet with a tone that carried a bit of educational criticism towards his brother, tossed the phone back into his hands, laid down on the makeshift bed, and closed his eyes, "Let’s sleep, no need to overthink, we are both alive, and one day, of course, the blood debt must be repaid in blood."
Zhang Sanfeng’s face was thus shrouded in darkness.
For them, that day was perhaps drawing nearer.
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Mingxin Hospital.
Xiao’s grandma was asleep in the room next to where her son lay.
Days had passed, and her son had not woken, yet he seed to be without any serious issues. Even Xiao’s grandma, who was the most anxious, couldn’t help but beco gradually numb to the unchanging situation, eventually losing her alertness.
If Xiao’s grandma was like that, it goes without saying for Uncle Tang, who was watching over Xiao Jianming.
Sitting beside Xiao Jianming’s bed, Uncle Tang, also of advanced age, dozed off. After all, the dical staff would regularly check on Xiao Jianming’s condition. The people in this hospital should naturally feel a more tense atmosphere, as he was their major boss.
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