"What do you mean by sweet potatoes? They're too hot. What does my hand have to do with the sweet potatoes being too hot?"
Well......
"Hall Master"
Chuanqi looked at Aunt Hong, who was wearing heavy makeup, with gratitude and a look of unprecedented emotion. She was almost wiping away tears.
Aunt Hong showed up! Really! It was just in time!
"Auntie Hong."
Liang Meng smiled lightly, nodded slightly, and responded gently, stopping before leaving.
Aunt Hong came out of Sheli wearing a long blue coarse cloth dress. Her wide sleeves fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, flying towards Liang Meng.
But, he looks a little ugly.
Strangely, the pillow book that always followed Aunt Hong disappeared.
Liang Meng glanced over Aunt Hong's shoulder towards Sheli, but didn't see the cold and arrogant black cat.
"I heard that the hall master was injured, but is he feeling better now?"
"Yes, much better. Thank you Aunt Hong for your concern."
Liang Meng withdrew his searching gaze, raised his hand and shook it, his tone light.
"You are our hall master, it's only natural for you to care about us. But... Hall Master."
Aunt Hong's face wrinkled unnaturally from laughing, and the thick powder she had applied fell down. Her dim, cloudy eyes stared at Liang Meng's injured hand, seeming to hesitate as she spoke.
"What's wrong, Aunt Hong? Just tell me what you want to say."
Liang Meng finally realized that there was indeed a story about her injured hand that she didn't know about.
"Master, this hand... is it much better?"
Aunt Hong hesitated and asked very cautiously.
However, Liang Meng could tell at a glance that Aunt Hong's question was insincere.
"Much better."
Liang Meng said this, raising her tightly wrapped hands and shaking them again.
"I need to apply ointment every day, so I have to wear this cloth every day. Apart from a little itching, it doesn't hurt at all."
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