When I got home, Tang Sijia walked into the kitchen and saw what to do. When I looked, I found that I had nothing but rice, instant noodles, pickles and ham sausage. The tableware only had three plates and two bowls, and as for the seasoning, there were only soy sauce and salt.

She was really surprised and asked me, "How did you live this day?"

"I'm used to it alone," I said lightly.

"Then you can't be so wronged." She looked at me with a little distressed look.

"When I was fourteen years old, my grandfather passed away, and I came here alone to live." I looked at the house, "I have been cooking by myself for so many years, and I don't feel wronged. It's pretty good."

She sighed and said, "Wait for me, I'll go buy groceries."

"I'll go with you?" I said.

"No, I'll be back soon," she turned and left.

After a long time, she came back with two large plastic bags and bought vegetables, tableware and various seasonings. Then she took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and walked into the kitchen again.

"I'll help you," I said.

"No," she smiled at me, "You can rest, it's good for a while."

"Can you do it yourself?" I looked at the table.

"I went to university in France. At that time, I worked part-time, brushed dishes, and worked as a chef. This was not much work." She saw that I didn't move, walked over and gently pushed me outside, "You go and have a rest, or watch TV, I'll do it myself."

I had no choice but to go back to the living room and sit down, turn on the TV.

The rice was ready soon.

Steamed Star Pie Spots, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, white okra, stir-fried three shreds plus a pot of seaweed egg flower soup, four dishes and one soup, with a strong aroma and a complete color, aroma and flavor.

She bought the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks again. They are all very exquisite and are not cheap at first glance.

I looked at the dishes on the table, my heart felt warm, but my eyes felt a little sour.

She served me the rice, looked up and found the tears in my eyes, and was stunned, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"It's been four years, this is the first time I've had such a good meal at home..." I wiped my tears, took the bowl from her hand, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

While eating, I couldn't help crying.

At that moment, I missed my parents so much, missed my second uncle and aunt so much, and missed my grandfather so much...

The boy left home and lived alone for four years. No matter how many difficulties I had, I didn’t feel bitter or shed a single tear.

But when faced with a table of home-cooked meals, I could no longer bear it.

Tang Sijia sat down beside me, looking at me silently, her eyes full of distress.

"Sorry, I lost my composure..." I kept wiping my tears.

She smiled gently and gently wiped my tears with a tissue.

I took the tissue, "Thank you."

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up food for me, "I went abroad, high school and university when I was sixteen. It's not easy to be alone, I understand."

I calmed down and smiled faintly, "Let's have a meal."

She smiled, nodded, "Yeah."

I didn't dare to look at her anymore, so I lowered my head and started eating.

The rice she cooked was really delicious.

After dinner, Tang Sijia still refused to let me help and cleaned up by herself.

I washed my face and waited until I completely calmed down before I returned to the living room.

Tang Sijia finished packing, brewed two cups of tea and brought it over. The tea was also bought by her, and I hadn't had it before.

We drank tea and chatted like friends, and before we knew it, the afternoon passed like this.

In the evening, while we were chatting, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

Tang Sijia suddenly became nervous.

I whispered to her not to be afraid and went back to the house and closed the door.

Tang Sijia nodded, got up and returned to the bedroom, and gently closed the door.

I came to the door and opened it.

There was an old man outside, smiling and clasped his fists at me, "May I ask, you are the grandson of Master Wu Si, Master Wu Zheng, right?"

"It's me, are you?" I looked at him.

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Jun. I learned Liu Yao." The old man smiled, "I went there when the Fourth Master returned to heaven. The young master doesn't remember me?" I shook my head and thought to myself, how could I remember you? So many people went there that day!

"It's okay!" The old man waved his hand, like a storyteller, "I have no other intention this time. I heard that the young master has obtained the true teachings of the fourth master. I want to ask the young master to give me some advice. How about you and I will discuss it?"

I understand what he means.

There are many such people in the world and have no fame, so they like to take advantage of their fame everywhere. When he comes to me, I just need to discuss with him. No matter what the result is, he can make a lot of money when he goes out to improve his fame.

He bullied me young and thought I didn't understand, so he came here to get a fame. But he didn't know that although it was the first time I met a person like him, my grandfather told me about his stories.

So, I smiled faintly, "Old sir, the Wu family has rules. My father and my second uncle are here, so it's not my turn to stand up for the Wu family. If you want to compete with me, you must pass the level between my father and my second uncle first."

The old man was stunned, "Ah? This...isn't it necessary?"

"Sorry, this is the family rule." I looked at him, "If you want to have a dispute, you can go to my second uncle. If my second uncle loses to you, he will call me. If you come again, I will definitely treat you! Sorry!"

I clasped my fists at him and slammed the door.

The old man was disgusted and left in shame.

Challenge my second uncle? Haha, give him some courage!

My second uncle has a big talent and a bigger temper, especially I can't stand this kind of warlock who takes advantage of fame. If this old man really dares to go, my second uncle won't care whether he is old or not. He must have beaten him with a big mouth.

The two young masters of Master Wu Si are hidden in their brides. The second master is as violent as a tiger. They are famous in the world. I don’t believe that this old man has never heard of it.

I smiled disdainfully and turned back to the living room.

Tang Sijia opened the door and came out, "Teacher, is that person?"

"No," I looked at my watch, "It's almost nine hours since I met Chen Fu last night. Don't worry, he only has twenty-four hours at most, just wait patiently."

She thought for a while, came to me and sat down, and asked me, "If he doesn't come, is he going to die?"

"If he comes, do you want to deal with him like this?" I asked her back.

"I..." She hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "I want to ask clearly why he wanted to harm my mother! Whether it is a grudge or a grudge, I want him to explain it clearly in person! Don't use such cruel means to harm others behind the scenes!"

"What then?" I looked at her, "What should I do with him?"

"I..." She sighed, "I don't know..."

I smiled calmly, "Don't worry, think about it slowly."

It was getting dark soon.

We had supper together, then sat in the living room, continued chatting until after eleven o'clock.

"It probably won't be here today." I looked at my watch, "It's getting late, let's take a break."

Tang Sijia breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah, okay."

I went back to my room and prepared to go to bed.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside again.

I immediately became alert and signaled her to go back to the bedroom and stop talking.

She nodded and went back to the room and closed the door.

I opened to the door and looked out from the cat's eyes. I saw a man standing outside. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. He was hunched and shivering constantly, like an addict having an attack.

After a closer look, there was a figure floating in the air behind him. The figure was not big, with a disheveled hair, wearing a red shroud, and no wind rose.

Little girl in red!

I thought to myself that's right, it's you! The man was in great pain and couldn't help but stretch out his trembling hand and knocked on the door a few more times.

I opened the door calmly and looked at him calmly, "Are you?"

"Is it Mr. Wu Zheng?" The man said aloud, like the male protagonist in an idol drama. "I'm in some trouble. I want to ask you to save me..."

I asked him, "What's your name?"

"Ye Shaolong", the man said, "My name is Ye Shaolong..."
Chapter completed!