"Hey! You damn kid——"

"Go get a bowl quickly, grandma, I really can't eat so much.

If the noodles are left out for a long time, they won’t taste good…”

The grandfather and grandson had a dispute.

Grandma couldn't resist Su Wu, so in the end she had to bring another bowl.

Su Wu gave her half of the noodles, and when she glared to stop him, he gave her half an egg. The grandfather and grandson gathered around the bed and finished the whole bowl of fresh noodles.

It is a time of famine. Normally, we cannot eat white noodles, black cornstarch, wheat bran or rice bran.

It can be seen that the bowl of hand-rolled white noodles brought by grandma was hard-earned.

After the meal, grandma took the dishes and chopsticks to wash up, and Su Wu lay on the bed with her eyes closed and meditating.

Although he had told his grandma many times that he was almost recovered, her grandma refused to let him get out of bed and rest, insisting that he "recuperate for a few days." At this point, he couldn't resist the old man and had to obey him.

In the room, after the cross was restored to its original position, it began to emit a vague and strange charm again.

This kind of charm is very shallow and cannot cause any harm to people for the time being.

But the existence of the silver-like cross in the urn made Su Wu deeply suspicious: Was Zhuzi originally knocked unconscious by the inexplicable strangeness in the urn?

Did the foreign Taoist priest and Zhuzi's biological father already start plotting against Zhuzi and his biological mother?
Chapter completed!