Upon hearing this, Su Nanxi felt a chill in her heart. Was this an interrogation?
All the goodwill I felt just moments ago vanished instantly, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself inwardly, thinking, "What am I thinking, an outsider like myself!"
She tried to open her swollen eyes wide, her gaze calm yet firm, and shook her head at Mo Qinghe.
Mo Yunmei jumped forward from behind the wheelchair, pointed at Su Nanxi, and shouted, "Don't think you can get away with denying it! We all saw it, you can't deny it. A heartless person like you will have to kneel in the ancestral hall. Nobody can help you, and you can't get away with it!"
Perhaps feeling that she had Mo Qinghe backing her up, Mo Yunmei stood up straight and spoke with great authority.
After speaking, she turned back to Mo Qinghe and asked, "Third Brother, don't you think so?"
Mo Qinghe glared coldly at Mo Yunmei, who immediately shut her mouth and dared not say another word.
When it comes to fear, Mo Yunmei is more afraid of her third brother. Ever since he lost the ability to walk, her third brother has exuded a cold aura and is unpredictable in his moods.
Mo Qinghe asked again in a cold tone, "Did you hit Cheng Ge'er?"
Su Nanxi shook her head.
Mo Yunmei wanted to say that after receiving her third brother's cold gaze, she couldn't help but take a few steps back, swallow a few times, and act like a partridge.
Su Nanxi thought Mo Qinghe was about to make trouble, but when he turned to ask Zhao Shi, Zhao Shi trembled, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head.
Mo Dongcheng was also asked the question, but he was shrewd enough to see that his mother had changed her tune, so he shook his head with a wronged expression.
At this point, the matter became clear. Mo Qinghe said nothing more and simply turned his wheelchair and left.
Despite her age, Old Madam Mo was not senile. After Mo Qinghe walked away, she pointed coldly at the three people beside her and said, "You've all eaten too much. Don't you know you need to work? You three don't need to eat lunch. You've eaten too much and filled your brains with too much food."
After saying that, he turned and left, not giving them a chance to explain.
The three looked at each other, glared at Su Nanxi, and finally could only stomp their feet and leave.
Su Nanxi didn't want to stay any longer, and figuring she wouldn't do anything anyway, she simply went back inside.
There was no one in the room. She closed the door latch, shut her eyes, and silently entered the space.
I found some ointment on the second floor, applied it, and then went downstairs to find something to eat.
The first floor has a fully equipped kitchen and living room, as well as a room that looks like a supermarket, which truly has everything you need.
Su Nanxi had no interest in shopping. She hadn't eaten breakfast and was starving. She needed to eat quickly, otherwise it would be troublesome if someone outside tried to enter the house.
I opened the refrigerator, took out some steamed buns and put them in the steamer to heat them up. I saw some canned eight-treasure porridge, so I took two bottles, opened them, and poured them into the pot to heat them up.
While waiting for her food, she noticed that the leftover cookies and fruit from last time showed no signs of spoilage, just like she had just eaten them!
She discovered another function of the space, which made things even more convenient for her in the future. Oh, how wonderful! She could prepare whatever she wanted to eat in advance and eat it whenever she wanted!
After eating and drinking my fill, I wiped my mouth clean, popped a piece of chewing gum into my mouth, and then went out.
When she came out, Su Nanxi listened to the noise, thinking that no one was looking for her. But when she opened the door, she saw Mo Qinghe sitting in a wheelchair at the door.
Oh my god! That was terrifying!
When did this person arrive? How come she didn't hear a sound?
Mo Qinghe looked at her with his deep eyes, "What are you doing in there? You've been knocking on the door for so long and you haven't opened it."
Su Nanxi steadied herself, lowered her eyelids slightly, and touched her arm.
Mo Qinghe paused for a moment, then realized what he meant. His face remained cold and indifferent. After a while, he said, "You should rest well for a few days. Come out for lunch, and stay indoors the rest of the time. There's no medicine at home, so if you get sick or injured, you'll just have to tough it out."
Su Nanxi nodded to indicate that she understood.
At noon, the Mo family returned home and prepared to have lunch.
Su Nanxi also went, and by then everyone was already seated.
There's one table for adults and one table for children. Each table has a large plate of mixed vegetables, half a bowl of mixed grain rice, and a whole grain steamed bun for each person. Of course, the children get smaller portions.
Besides Mo Yunmei and Mo Dongcheng, Su Nanxi didn't recognize the other four children at the small table. When Su Nanxi came in, they all looked at her curiously.
Su Nanxi nodded to them, and the four children covered their mouths and laughed as they turned away. Mo Yunmei rolled her eyes at Su Nanxi, while Mo Dongcheng lowered his head and played with his fingers.
Su Nanxi looked at the dilapidated stool and was afraid that if she sat on it, she would be torn to pieces.
The rest of the Mo family ignored her, all focused on eating and quickly picking up food with their chopsticks.
Su Nanxi didn't mind that she only had a small bowl of rice; when in Rome, do as the Romans do, and she had to eat something regardless of how good the food was. But when she ate those strangely colored dishes, she almost threw up.
Who cooked this? It's awful! It looks like it was meant for pigs!
The Mo family seemed to have gotten used to it, and they all ate with relish. Seeing this, Su Nanxi had no choice but to force herself to swallow and dared not pick up any more food.
When they had almost finished eating, Old Mo spoke up. He first sighed, then said somewhat heavily, "There isn't much rice left at home. I'm afraid it won't last much longer. It's not harvest time yet. Anyone who has time should go to the mountainside and see if there's anything to dig up or collect, and bring it back to make do with what we have."
Mo Laoda nodded in agreement, "After I finish working in the fields, I'll go check the mountainside. Recently, a lot of people have been going up the mountain, so you might have to go further to find something."
Grandma Mo was worried about the dangers in the mountains. "We can't go too far. Just go a little further in. If we don't find anything, we can't go any further. There are big insects and wild beasts in the deep mountains."
Old Mo nodded, his forehead full of wrinkles. "Tomorrow, all the kids should go for a walk in the mountains, carrying baskets on their backs. There's not much work to do in the fields. Tiesheng and Tiansheng, once you're done, go to the mountains to check on things. Bring the kids back before noon if there's been any harvest."
The eldest and second eldest nodded, "Yes, Father."
The children were incredibly excited when they heard they could go to the mountainside. They hadn't been allowed to go to the mountainside in a long time, and they immediately started chattering around the small table.
Su Nanxi finally finished her meal and wanted to wander around and see the scenery of this strange world. Her main goal was to find an opportunity to help this family improve their lives, since she figured she wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon.
She glanced to the side and remembered that Mo Qinghe had told her to rest for a few days and not go out. She was anxious because she was feeling much better now and could go out!
Unfortunately, she couldn't speak or express herself, and others probably wouldn't know what she wanted to say. Considering that her swollen face hadn't healed yet, she was afraid of going out and scaring others, thus disgracing the Mo family, so she had no choice but to give up.
At midday, under the blazing sun, the Mo family took a nap inside their house.
Su Nanxi returned to the room and was about to lie down on the bed when she noticed Mo Qinghe leaning against the wheelchair next to her, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, and his hands gripping the armrests tightly, as if he was in great pain.
She leaned closer to take a look and saw that Mo Qinghe's forehead was slightly sweaty and the veins on his hands were bulging. He was trying his best to endure it!
Various possibilities flashed through Su Nanxi's mind, and she finally felt that poisoning was the most likely possibility. Could it be related to her legs?
Could it be that he is unable to walk because of poisoning? Mo Jiaqiong has no antidote, which is why he suffers from this pain from time to time.
Mo Qinghe grunted and shouted with all his might, "Get out!"
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