"Grandma, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me? Mother, Mother, Yingbao knows she was wrong, she'll never do it again..."
With red eyes, Yingbao spoke while pulling on her mother Wang Yitong's trouser leg with her small, slightly swollen, white hands. Seeing that her mother was unmoved and hard-hearted, she turned to her grandmother, Wang Cuihua, and pulled on her legs, which, although old, were still nimble enough to walk, pleading for forgiveness with a tearful voice.
Wang Cuihua couldn't compare to Wang Yitong's iron will. She immediately picked up Yingbao and said, "Yingbao, don't cry..." while taking out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from Yingbao's eyes.
To my surprise, when I looked down, I saw that Yingbao's eyes were just red and there were tears in them, but she didn't shed a single tear.
She was speechless.
This is just like making thunder without rain!
Before she could finish her thoughts, her daughter-in-law, Wang Yitong, turned around and looked at her and Yingbao. Seeing the death stare from her daughter-in-law, Tongtong, Wang Cuihua immediately made a tactical excuse and, without a care, began rubbing Yingbao's invisible tears.
Waaaaah...
Yingbao, who had lowered her head, didn't want to cry and didn't shed any tears. But when her grandmother, Wang Cuihua, rubbed and wiped her face so roughly, her cheeks immediately turned red, her eyes stung, and tears inexplicably started to flow. As a result, the more she was wiped, the more tears she shed.
well.
She really knows how to thank people!
Before long, her mother finally shifted her attention back to where she was cooking, no longer staring intently at her.
That was close!
Wang Cuihua almost couldn't keep up the act anymore. Seeing her granddaughter obediently letting herself be manipulated, she looked rather pitiful.
She was so focused on making sure her third son's wife, Tongtong, didn't notice that Yingbao was faking her tears, and forgot to be gentle.
Seeing Yingbao's fair and delicate face rubbed raw, turning it blue, purple, and red, with her eyes red and glaring at her, made her feel quite embarrassed and inexplicably guilty.
If Yingbao knew what her grandmother Wang Cuihua was thinking, she would definitely talk to her about it.
She's not just longing for it.
He was clearly staring straight at his grandmother, trying to gain sympathy—oops, I misspoke, he wasn't trying to gain sympathy.
She stared intently at her grandmother, Wang Cuihua, wondering how she could be so cruel to her adorable yet somewhat pitiful granddaughter.
She's still a little kid, just a tiny little thing.
Doesn't Grandma feel any remorse?
Wang Yitong kept her eyes straight ahead, focused on cooking, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere over there.
Tsk tsk tsk~
Yingbao was extremely guilty and dared not look up at the other person more than a few times, only looking down at the floor, trying to get away with it; the other stared straight at the other person, trying to kill her with her eyes, to make the other person lose, to know her wounded heart, plus the unexpected, hurt body.
***
The atmosphere at this moment was unprecedented; it was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that even the sound of sparrows flapping their wings on the window frame could be heard clearly.
After a moment of silence.
The braised pig's trotters in the iron pot were almost done, and Yingbao and her grandmother Wang Cuihua got busy again. When they lifted the lid, the aroma that wafted out was very enticing.
The pork, once cooked to perfection, is tender, sweet, and fragrant, with the aroma of the spiritual spring water from the Shadow Treasure Space mingling with its sweetness. It makes you want to eat it right away, as if you haven't had a meal in eight hundred years.
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