He Ximei thought the spicy smell from their home had caused neighborly discontent and had come to talk about it, speaking carefully, "Xiaofeng, maybe we should move the kitchen."
Although the living room door was closed, the spicy odor lingered.
Su Xiaofeng didn't respond and stood with the courtyard door ajar, staring at Luo Yuzhu and the two others at the gate, her voice as chilling as bone, "Mom, what's the matter?"
Achoo....
Over the years, Luo Yuzhu hadn't been cooking much herself in order to preserve her skin, so the sudden burst of spicy air caught her a few times. Hearing Xiaofeng's words, she introduced them with a smile, "Grandma Zhao, this is Grandma Zhao's grandson. Grandma Zhao lives just across the street, not far from here. Hearing you live alone in this yard, I brought Grandma Zhao over to get acquainted, so she can look after you from time to time."
