Sheng Yingying said "oh" and turned and ran away.
Zhou Sese: "..."
For a moment, I couldn't figure out who was the one caught cheating?
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the next day.
Early in the morning.
Jiang Dong's mother came and told Zhou Sese her name was Yang Zhaodi, and Zhou Sese called her Sister Yang.
"Sister Yang, you don't need to come so early. The pig offal won't be delivered until around 11 o'clock. You can just come over at 12 o'clock every day. As long as you can finish washing it before 4 o'clock, it won't delay my stewing of the meat."
"Then you have to work until late every night?"
"right."
"How about this, tell me where the pig farm is, and I'll go there to get the meat. I have a small iron cart at home, and don't worry, I'll make sure it's clean."
"Okay, thank you for your help then."
"No trouble, no trouble. Since I'm here, I'll tidy up the yard."
"Sister Yang, please help me look after Diandian. The child hasn't woken up yet." Originally, she wanted to leave Sheng Yingying at home to look after her.
Yang Zhaodi readily agreed, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
Then around ten in the morning.
Yang Zhaodi hurried to the mining area under Diandian's guidance. "Oh no, oh no, Sese, your family just came to announce your father's death. You should hurry over to take one last look at him."
Yang Zhaodi didn't know about the mess in Zhou Sese's family. She just thought it was the death of an ordinary family's parents. As a daughter, she was naturally sad, so she ran to deliver the message as soon as possible.
Zhou Sese didn't expect Father Wen to die so quickly and so easily. After being surprised, she nodded and said, "Yingying, sell the remaining braised meat. I'll go over and take a look."
Think about it.
Zhou Sese cut a few more pieces of braised meat and held them in her hand.
Yang Zhaodi looked confused.
What's going on?
My dad is gone, why am I still bringing braised meat to a funeral?
Could it be that Sese’s father liked this when he was alive?
It must be like this.
Little did they know.
Zhou Sese has her own uses.
As soon as Zhou Sese left, she looked at her mother's back with eager eyes.
He Dahua patted Diandian's little head and said, "The funeral will be held tomorrow. You have to wear white mourning clothes and cry for grandpa."
The little tiger's body trembled.
Really?
That’s great too!
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