Chapter 442: Deep Mansion (Thirty)

You could hear a pin drop in the warehouse.

A few seconds later, Dalia hurriedly responded and ran out the door: "I'm coming, here!"

When Steward Liu saw the newcomer, he snorted, "You ignorant fellow, didn't you see the master had come to the main house? Why don't you go to the small kitchen and get some fruit and food to prepare?"

Dalia responded repeatedly, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.

Manager Liu continued to shout, "How's the warehouse being cleaned up? Where are all the people?"

Arhan, who was eavesdropping on the side, stood up and Simpson followed him out, moving a screen out with him before leaving.

The solemn curses of Manager Liu were still echoing in her ears. Tian Guihua saw that Yu Huo was staring at the words on the notebook with a frown on his face. She couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity and whispered, "Brother Yu, what are you thinking about?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Huo looked up at Tian Guihua's inquiring gaze, pointed worriedly at the word "test" drawn by Simpson, and sighed, "Too fierce, really too fierce..."

"Isn't he telling about marriage?" Tian Guihua was confused: "Why is he so fierce?"

Yu Huo tapped the notebook with his fingers and said, "Look at this character. It's three drops of water, a shell, and a standing knife. 'Shell' can also be read as 'back'."

Yu Huo was afraid that she didn't understand, so he picked up a pen and wrote the word "back" in the blank space.

Tian Guihua asked, "So?"

Yu Huo curled his lips. "To put it this way, it means the person with the character for 'water' on his back carries a knife, and blood splatters on the guillotine. This can't be avoided by being on guard. If Simpson really stays with the person he likes now, he's committing suicide, and there's no solution."

"It's not that weird, right?" Tian Guihua shuddered inexplicably.

It seems that the young man has now escaped the category of liar and seems to have something real...

Yu Huo chuckled, tilted his head and asked with a smile: "You don't believe it?"

She immediately sat up straight: "No, I believe it."

Who could be as weird as you? Tian Guihua thought.

Suddenly, Yu Huo threw the notebook back into the space package, stretched himself and stood up, then picked up the dusty guqin in the corner.

Tian Guihua was stunned for a moment: "Brother Yu, aren't you going to sleep?"

"After all that talk, who can still sleep?" Yu Huo, with a tired face, slowly walked forward and patted Tian Guihua's shoulder: "Besides, I can't just focus on sleeping and let you do all the work. How embarrassing would that be?"

Tian Guihua spoke faster than she could think: "Are you embarrassed? Just go to sleep if you're tired. No one will say anything to you."

Yu Huo pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "No, a monk rings the bell for a day. Work for a day, and go crazy for a day. The strong will never complain about the environment."

"What does going crazy at work have to do with a monk ringing a bell?" Tian Guihua pouted and complained, "You're saying something incomprehensible again. Are you trying to prove you're strong?"

Yu Huo smiled but said nothing.

Tian Guihua said, "I'm asking you. Why are you ignoring me?"

Yu Huo continued to laugh, his voice lazily: "I laugh because...when people are speechless, they really want to laugh."

Tian Guihua: “…”

Yu Huo walked out of the warehouse holding the guqin, and stepped from the cold and cramped corner into the open and warm courtyard. The stuffiness in Yu Huo's chest caused by lack of sleep seemed to be exposed to the sunlight and all shrank back into the dark corner.

Just when I was planning to bask in the sun for a while to replenish my calcium, a woman's gentle voice suddenly came from the direction of the main house behind me.

"Hey, boy, come here."

Yu Huo looked back and found that the person the lady was looking at was him, so he walked forward with the guqin in his arms.

The lady reached out and took the dusty guqin from his hand. Her lifeless eyes unexpectedly revealed a hint of warmth, and she looked up at Master Ding beside her.

"Master, this piano is covered in dust."

Listening to the meaning of the words, it seemed that there was something behind it. Yu Huo did not leave in a hurry, but stepped aside to eavesdrop.

Mr. Ding doesn't look old, probably in his thirties, with a fair complexion and no beard. Although he doesn't have a flamboyant appearance, he exudes the aura of a scholar, making him unforgettable.

He just smiled and replied softly, "Wipe it clean if there's any dust. Madam, there's no need to be sad."

The next second, the lady's eyes, which were filled with warmth, seemed to turn cold in an instant. She took out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped the body of the piano.

Yu Huo glanced at the thick dust being wiped away, revealing two unclear words.

The words were carved. The lady placed the zither on the stone table, her fingers slowly running over the lines of the writing, and said quietly, "The master used to love playing the zither for me. I never thought that the zither would be covered in such a thick layer of dust..."

Because of her bad mood, the lady's voice seemed even more mournful.

Master Ding coughed lightly, perhaps out of guilt or shame. He avoided his wife's gaze and reached out to block Dalia's way. He pointed at the food box in her hand and abruptly changed the subject: "What did you carry? Let me see."

Dalia handed the food box to the master as she was told. The master opened the lid, took out a piece of cake and was about to put it into his mouth.

The next second, his wrist was grabbed by his wife.

Master Ding frowned unhappily and looked over, only to see his wife staring at the cake at his fingertips with a worried look on her face. She sighed, "Master, you forgot again that you are allergic to mung beans."

After saying that, she looked at Dalia coldly: "How did you bring this thing into the house?"

Dalia was speechless and subconsciously looked at Manager Liu.

The lady immediately looked at Manager Liu with a questioning look in her eyes.

Steward Liu hurried forward and explained, "Madam, it was Aunt Pan who wanted to eat mung bean cakes, so she sent someone to buy some. Perhaps the new servant was ignorant and accidentally brought some into the main room."

Upon hearing this, Master Ding broke free from his wife's hold, threw the cakes in his hand back onto the plate, and stuffed the food box with it to his wife, saying, "This is not a big deal, just a plate of cakes. Madam, since you are busy here, I will go to the West Garden to see Aunt Pan."

After saying that, Mr. Ding left without looking back. His wife stood behind him, tightly clutching the handkerchief in her hand.

Seeing that something was wrong, Manager Liu bowed and stepped back a few steps, saying, "Madam, the inventory has not been completed yet in the warehouse. I will take my leave now."

The lady nodded with a cold face. After Manager Liu left, she suddenly looked at Dalia who was standing stupidly not far away, took out the plate of mung bean cakes from the lunch box, and handed it in her direction.

"Since you brought it back, shall I reward you?"

The lady's voice was no longer as mournful as before. It was like a sudden attack of countless oppressions, making it impossible to resist.

Dalia didn't dare to delay too long and walked forward cautiously.

Just one look at the plate and she felt goosebumps all over her body.

I saw that the mung bean cake that was still in good condition in the small kitchen had turned scarlet for some reason. The bloody smell seemed to rush straight to my brain. There were also tiny pure white maggots wriggling on it, which looked sticky and disgusting.

Yu Huo followed behind and took a look, and inexplicably thought of the red fermented tofu.

Fortunately, he doesn't like to eat that stuff, otherwise it would have left a psychological trauma...