Chapter 26 Strange, why can't I refuse?
"This is just my guess," the first wife said gently. "Perhaps the old lady just missed her grandsons and came to visit."
Even so, the concubines were still terrified by this possibility.
After all, Madam Lou is already quite old, and perhaps she wants her children and grandchildren to be by her side so she can enjoy her twilight years.
Of course, they didn't dislike the old lady.
However, with the old lady around, they had to suppress their natural instincts and live according to her rules. This was unbearable for the ladies.
It's human nature to love beauty and fun. It's fine for a day or two, but for a year or two, or even longer, let alone them, even the wives in Haicheng would laugh at them!
"Isn't the old lady the one who hates foreign things the most?" the first concubine asked. "If she were to live in a Western-style house, would she be able to get used to it?"
"Why can't I get used to living here?" This time it was Xia Xiaoxiang who retorted: "This house is great, it's convenient in every way."
"Where is convenient? Nowhere is convenient!"
The third concubine said angrily, "I commissioned an old tailor to make my new cheongsam, and it took three months to get it. Does that mean I'll never have a chance to wear it again?"
"The general is filial, but he is never home, and the old lady can't control him."
"The old lady has always disliked us. In the end, we are the ones who suffer!"
As she spoke, the third concubine glanced outside again.
The person and cat outside were having a blast, their laughter and footsteps echoing in the empty hall, clearly audible even from the small living room.
The old lady must have heard such a loud noise.
Old Madam Lou always preferred quiet and disliked people talking loudly, but surprisingly she didn't stop them this time.
Could it be that Old Madam Lou has changed her personality?
...
Whether Madam Lou's personality has changed or not, the concubine doesn't know.
All Mao Mao knows is that every time she goes to play with the cat, she gets to eat delicious pastries at her grandma's house.
Mung bean cakes, walnut shortbread, almond cookies, pine nut candy... Old Madam Lou had a pastry box, carved from wood, from which she could always take out different delicious pastries.
To reciprocate, Mao Mao went to play with the cat that day and also opened her own snack box.
The box was full of snacks her wives and brothers had bought for her: soda crackers, chocolate, fruit hard candies, sweet soda... She picked through the box and then took out a bag of buttered bread rolls that her third brother had bought for her.
It's sold in a bakery in the concession area; it's very popular, and many foreigners frequent it.
Mao Mao gave her mother a piece first, then picked up the whole bag and huffed and puffed her little legs as she climbed the stairs.
Old Mrs. Lou sat in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.
The big white cat lay on her lap, closing its eyes to rest with her.
Suddenly, the big white cat raised its head, its thin, pink ears twitched, and its heterochromatic eyes turned to look outside the door.
Seeing this, Old Madam Lou knew that another little child was about to knock on the door.
Sure enough, a short while later, there was a knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, a babyish voice came through the crack in the door: "Grandma, Grandma, I've come to play with Kitty."
Big white cat: "Meow~"
Old Madam Lou frowned: "Why is she here again?"
The big white cat jumped off her lap, stood up at the door, pawed at it, then turned back to her and meowed.
Old Madam Lou had no choice but to get up and open the door.
Not only did they open the door, but they also brought out a plate of snacks and a pot of hot milk that had been prepared beforehand.
In the spot that belonged to the big white cat, a new cushion embroidered with small flowers had appeared out of nowhere.
Mao Mao ran in happily: "Hello, Grandma! Hello, Kitty!"
Meow~
Old Madam Lou nodded with a stern face: "Hmm."
Mao Mao held up the bread in her hand: "Grandma, here you go."
This is Mao Mao's favorite little bread!
The baked bread dough is sweet and fluffy, round and plump, and looks ordinary on the outside, only about the size of a fist. But when you bite into it, you find a sweet butter and cream filling inside. Mao Mao can eat two in one go.
Looking at the bread in the bag, Old Madam Lou's face darkened.
This thing clearly came from foreigners.
She has no interest in eating foreign food.
Her son used to take her to Western restaurants, where the food was neither raw nor cooked; only barbarians would eat like that.
"Take it back," said Old Madam Lou coldly. "I won't eat it."
"Hmm?"
Mao Mao tilted her head, looked at her for a while, and suddenly realized something. She lowered her head, opened the bag, and took out a small bread roll.
Mao Mao held it up happily and introduced, "Grandma, this is bread, it's delicious!"
Old Madam Lou: "..."
"Grandma, eat it like this."
She demonstrated by opening her mouth wide and taking a big bite of the bread, tearing out the butter filling in one large bite.
Grandma, did you see that clearly? You have to eat it like this!
With a piece of bread in her mouth, Mao Mao grabbed another small bread from the bag and handed it to Old Madam Lou.
Old Madam Lou: "..."
"Hmm?"
Mao Mao urged with her big eyes: Grandma, catch it.
Looking at the tiny figure in front of her, with its bright black eyes staring longingly at her, Old Madam Lou had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.
Mao Mao urged again, "Grandma, eat up."
Old Madam Lou said coldly, "I won't eat."
Old Madam Lou asked, "Why are you giving me this?"
"Grandma is giving Mao Mao some snacks." Mao Mao gave her a sweet smile: "Mao Mao is offering Grandma some too!"
Old Madam Lou: "..."
Mao Mao finished her bread, but instead of sitting down where she usually was, she moved closer to her, staring at her with her round eyes.
It seemed they were determined to see her eat the "return gift."
Feeling the warmth emanating from the soft little body beside her, Old Madam Lou felt very uncomfortable.
She was a stern old lady, always with a straight face and never smiling. No one was close to her, not even her own grandchildren. They would hide far away when they saw her face.
Unlike this little child, who is very outgoing and friendly. When she saw her, she didn't run away, but instead took her cat and greeted her with "Hello, Grandma!" and "Grandma is so nice!" She was even more affectionate than her own granddaughter.
I don't know how her mother raised her; she doesn't understand any manners at all!
But the soft, sweet little voice still rang in her ears, and seeing that she didn't move, Mao Mao hesitated: "Grandma, don't you like it?"
As if possessed, Old Madam Lou picked up the bread in her hand.
If you get close, you can smell the milky aroma of the bread, which is very similar to the milky scent on the little baby.
The bread is soft and crumbly, sinking in with the slightest touch. Just like Mao Mao's little hands, with a few adorable dimples on the back of her hands.
Before she could even react, the bread was already in Old Madam Lou's mouth.
Mao Mao looked at her expectantly: "Grandma, is it delicious?"
"..."
Madam Lou nodded reluctantly.
It has a strong milky flavor and is indeed not bad.
It wouldn't be considered particularly delicious; although the filling was sweet, Old Madam Lou didn't like it.
But her lips moved; she didn't say anything.
This little baby is so gentle, what if she starts crying if I say too much? She doesn't know how to comfort people.
Mao Mao laughed happily, her round little face and her bright black eyes smiling.
"Then I'll bring Grandma some more delicious food tomorrow!"
Old Madam Lou: "..."
Please don't come.
But for some inexplicable reason, she didn't say it aloud.
After Mao Mao led her cat away, Old Madam Lou realized what had happened, and her serious face showed annoyance.
Strange, why can't I refuse?
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