"Where did the mung beans come from?" he asked.
Su Xieqiu paused while wrapping the dumplings, then smiled calmly, "I bought them in the city some time ago, but I forgot about them when I put them in the back room. I only remembered them when you said you had a sore throat at lunch."
Han Zhenyu smiled and nodded without asking any further questions.
But he was thinking that when he was cleaning up the storage room yesterday, he looked everywhere but didn't see any mung beans. This must be something his wife brought today.
Su Xieqiu didn't know yet that he had been regarded as a fairy who could transform things.
She asked, "Then how did Han Dejiang die?"
"He froze to death." Han Zhenyu said with some disdain in his tone, "I drank last night and went to see Widow Liu. I passed out before I even got there. When I was found in the morning, I was already hard."
Su Xieqiu wanted to say that he deserved it, but thinking that the person was gone, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and asked, "Did they say when he will be buried?"
"It's already buried." Han Zhenyu put down the bowl and started helping to make dumplings.
"Ah, so fast?" Su Xieqiu said in surprise.
Han Zhenyu nodded. "Their family was so poor that they could barely afford to eat. Sister Shulian didn't have much money to take care of him, so they just wrapped him in a rotten mat and carried him away to bury him."
Su Xieqiu was not surprised. For such an irresponsible man, it was already good enough to wrap him in a rotten mat.
If this happened to her, not only would she not give him a rotten mat, she would not even give him a fart and would throw him into the mountains to feed the wolves.
Su Xieqiu said, "There are not many left. I'll pack them. You go and light the fire."
"Okay." Han Zhenyu put the buns in his hand on the chopping board and went to the kitchen to clean the pot.
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