Ma Hehua looked at Cui Gu with a mournful expression, and it seemed that she was not in a good mood at all.

"Sigh! Aunt Cui, my daughter's mouth never stops, but there's nothing wrong with her. She's just telling the truth, so you can understand, right?" Ma Linghua sighed.

Cui Gu: "…………………………"

"Mom, can you smell something? It smells bad!" Ma Hehua had a very keen nose.

If she wasn't mistaken, it was the familiar stench of a corpse.

Cui Gu's face darkened, her gaze becoming icy. "If there's nothing else, you should leave as soon as possible!" Her voice was exceptionally cold.

Ma Linghua narrowed her eyes, glanced at Cui Gu, and remembered that she said she was a widow. So, she asked in a cheeky tone, "Cui Gu! Haven't you been lonely and cold all these years?"

Cui Gu: "………………………"

"How about I stay and sleep with you for a few days, and we can chat like sisters? You can just feed me."

Ma Hehua: "???"

Is her mother out of her mind? Doesn't she realize how cold and damp this room is? How can anyone sleep comfortably here?

Cui Gu's face twitched slightly. "No need. When you get old, your heart becomes calm."

"How could that be! The older you get, the lonelier you become. I have a few sisters who know some really good old men who dance in the square. They can introduce you to one." The more Ma Linghua thought about it, the more she felt that she was truly kind-hearted.

Cui Gu: "…………………………"

She clenched her fingers, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it. It's getting late, and I have to go out to gather herbs, so I won't keep you any longer."

Hearing that she had given the order to leave, Ma Linghua wisely took Ma Hehua and left.

"Mother, the stench of death in her room is really strong. You can tell she's not a good person at all." Ma Hehua pouted.

"Do you think I can't tell? Go back and write down a list, give it to her tomorrow, and have her bring us things. The rest is none of our business," Ma Linghua said nonchalantly.