After the two of them stood on the stairs for a while to digest the news, Ning Shu looked at Aunt Chen.

"Auntie, this news is not bad, isn't it?"

Aunt Chen slapped the railing: "No wonder I have disliked those two people over the years."

"But don't let your grandpa know when you go back, so as not to get angry again."

Ning Shu nodded, but silently thinking in her heart, the old man should know.

After all, he already knew how miserable Chen Nian's fate was.

When Aunt Chen and Ning Shu walked to the third floor together, they suddenly stopped.

"It's quite pleasant to look at you today."

Ning Shu poked at the oil paintings placed in the corridor to see if there was indeed any dust on her fingertips.

"Auntie will only look at me more and more in the future."

"Okay, I'll choose a table, and you can go and accompany dad."

Aunt Chen returned the headphones to Ning Shu and turned to go to the storage room.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Ning Shu signaled Delta to continue signal jamming.

"How's it going? What did you hear?"

Mr. Chen looked at the headphones on Ning Shu's ears and asked with a smile.

Ning Shu felt embarrassed and immediately shook his head: "I didn't hear anything big."

Mr. Chen continued to smile and nodded: "Well, the Chen family has raised children for others for so many years. It is indeed not a big deal."

This was something Ning Shu expected.

So she wasn't that surprised.

I opened the door to ask my sister-in-law if her father wanted to carve the Wufu pattern or the magpie pattern on the table, but she was shocked.

"Ouch!"

His hand slipped, and the door panel hit Aunt Chen directly in the face.

Two winding nosebleeds flowed down.

"Fuck, aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Shu grabbed the tissue on the table and ran over.

Aunt Chen casually pulled two pieces to plug her nose, and said angrily: "It's okay, I was just shocked."

She no longer asked her father what patterns he liked.

He rushed through the door with a tissue stuffed in his nose, squatted down, picked up the bug, and threw it out in one fell swoop.

"Dad, you already knew this."

Mr. Chen took a sip of tea and said, "How old are you? You are still frizzy."

"I've known it for a long time. I just wanted to see when that idiot, the second one, would find out."

Aunt Chen looked at her father with some worry.

"It's okay. It's to be expected. If things hadn't been so ugly back then, I wouldn't have agreed to let such a person in."

Ning Shu immediately turned to look at Aunt Chen: "Aunt..."

"I'll tell you later."

Aunt Chen waved her hand and then went downstairs to look for the bug.

I was so impulsive just now, I should have smashed it and thrown it into those two girls’ water glasses.

It turned out that I couldn't find it anywhere.

While having lunch, Aunt Chen came back covered in grass leaves.

"Aunt, what are you doing?"

Chen Yue immediately stepped forward to express concern.

Aunt Chen glanced at her: "Go away, I feel sick just looking at you."

The second aunt's face darkened for a moment, and then she stepped forward pitifully: "Little sister, Xiaoyue only cares about you."

"Oh, hehe."

Aunt Chen bluntly brushed off the ridicule on their faces.

This time she was not impulsive and didn't say much.

At this time, Ning Shu helped Mr. Chen downstairs.

After Mr. Chen knew that Ning Shu had decided to stop the couple's living expenses until his body recovered, he decided that he would not be in good health for a while.

My own money didn't come from the strong wind, so I gave it to these two people?

When the second brother understands, when will he feel better?

"Let's all eat."

At noon, the eldest uncle and the second uncle were eating out and would not come back.

The second uncle came back just now to get some things, and then went out again.

After all, they are all people who have a meal.

Chen Shi didn't go downstairs. He's still bruised and swollen. Do you want to go downstairs for excitement?

Chen Ji was sitting next to the dining table. When he saw Mr. Chen coming down, he went over to help him.

"Xiao Ji, come with me after dinner."

Mr. Chen took the porridge handed over by Chen Ji and said something.

Chen Ji didn't know what he was being called for, but he still agreed.

What if you spend the money on yourself?

The eldest aunt felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was strange today.

As for the people in my own family, I am the only one there.

It's not enough for Aunt Chen to tear it apart by herself.

So she finished her meal obediently and left.

Mr. Chen doesn't care either.

It's cleaner now that they're all gone.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

Chen Yue stepped forward and asked with his big eyes flashing.

When Chen Yue approached, Mr. Chen grabbed his youngest daughter's hand.

"Headache."

Aunt Chen threw away her chopsticks and went to rub Mr. Chen's temples.

After knowing that Mr. Chen was fine, Aunt Chen mastered the rhythm of Mr. Chen's acting very well.

For example, right now, this exaggerated acting skills and this rosy complexion look like they are just pretending.

"Sister Xiaoyue, please lean back, you are affecting grandpa's breathing."

Ning Shu's next words made Chen Yue pale even more.

She took a few steps back tremblingly, with a look on her face that she hesitated to speak, and her eyes were filled with tears again.

"Sister Xiaoyue, why are you crying? Grandpa's body is like this. Can't you be more festive and auspicious?"

Ning Shu continued to insert the knife.

Zhang Ma on the side also joined in the conversation.

"Miss Yue, if you often shed tears in front of the elderly, it will affect the health of the elderly."

As she spoke, Zhang Ma handed a warm towel to Aunt Chen.

"Miss, please wipe your face for me."

After Chen Yue took a few steps back, Mr. Chen's health immediately improved.

My breathing is no longer heavy, and my chest is no longer tight.

The temples are no longer protruding.

It's like taking some elixir.

Chen Yue's face became even more ugly.
To be continued...