Yan Jintang, who usually spoke in a very stable voice and had a very stable mood, was angry again. She could feel that he was very angry from listening to his voice.
But the volume of this sound is okay, right?
That aunt is indeed a bit fragile.
Zheng Yao was preparing to make soup when she heard the sound of something falling from upstairs. She went out of the kitchen to take a look, pouted, and went back to continue cooking.
Seeing how calm she was, Monkey went straight into the kitchen and asked, "Are you scared?"
Zheng Yao shook her head. "There's nothing to be afraid of. When I was a kid, my mom had fights with the neighbors, and they were much more serious than this. I was still able to concentrate on reading."
The monkey gave a thumbs-up and whispered, "I'm scared too. You don't know how scary the look in Mr. Yan's eyes is when he's angry."
Zheng Yao tried to imagine it, but couldn't come up with one. "What kind of look would that be?"
The monkey thought for a moment, "It's that feeling of looking at you expressionlessly, seemingly not caring about anything, but actually knowing everything, with three parts of sneer and disdain, and seven parts of viciousness. Do you understand?"
Zheng Yao shook her head and said, "I don't understand. I can't imagine it." She always felt that although Yan Jintang looked serious, he was not scary.
Monkey sighed, "But you don't have to be afraid. Mr. Yan always treats you differently. He probably thought of you downstairs, so he's more restrained today. He's usually much more serious than he is now."
Zheng Yao looked at the soup in the pot and said, "Brother Monkey, if you are so scared, are you still eating here tonight?"
The monkey shook his head, a look of panic on his face. "No, no, no, I'm not eating here. I have to leave this troubled place quickly."
Zheng Yao was helpless, "Okay."
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