The two families were very close, and Xiao Aiguo heard some things from his wife.

He also lost his previous good attitude towards Zhuang Mingcheng's mother.

"I hope so."

Lu Fangfang gave a wry smile; she was afraid that if Xiao Ting was gone, someone else would come along.

That old lady is always causing trouble.

Seeing that the water in the tree pit had receded, she filled it with soil, tamped it down, and then turned and went home.

Inside the house, Mrs. Zhuang was sipping her malted milk powder.

Lu Fangfang hesitated for a moment, but still refrained from mentioning Xiao Ting's matter.

She plans to personally take the old lady to the auditorium the day after tomorrow to put an end to Zhuang's mother's hopes. Ideally, she should return to Beijing as soon as possible and stop causing trouble here.

The squirrel meat stew with potatoes in the pot was cooked. She washed her hands, ladled out a small bowl, and then heated up some steamed buns.

On the table, Lu Fangfang picked up a piece of squirrel meat with her chopsticks and tasted it.

"Huh?"

After smacking her lips, Lu Fangfang was surprised to find that the taste was quite good.

The squirrel meat is slightly sweet and very delicate, with a hint of nut and pine flavor.

She picked up a piece and tasted it. The meat was somewhat like rabbit and chicken; it was quite peculiar.

Seeing that the woman across from her was looking at her, Lu Fangfang kindly asked, "Do you want some?"

"You...you eat everything? Really...really..."

"Alas!"

Mrs. Zhuang quickly covered her mouth, feeling nauseous.

"Tch, what are you pretending for? You'll see when you get to the countryside and are starving. You'll eat everything, not just squirrels, but even rats."

Lu Fangfang pouted, too lazy to care about Zhuang's mother anymore. It was better if she didn't eat; she could eat by herself.

There's not much squirrel meat; it would be a waste to give it to Zhuang's mother.