Chapter 928 Stop Arguing

The atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn. Duosuo choked and stopped talking. Some strange emotions were spreading in the air.

"Huaer, do you know how to cook?"

Dongfang Furen suddenly turned around and looked at her.

Tong Huaer was called out, and his body shook back. He nodded and said, "Yes."

"Go cook. I'll try your cooking too." Dongfang Furen ordered.

Tong Huaer looked at her and Duosuo and nodded, "Okay."

"Stop!" Duosuo suddenly called to Tong Huaer and said unhappily, "Do you want to go if she asks you to? You're not a servant. Why are you ordering her around?"

Tong Huaer: ..." She's not a servant, but Dongfang Furen is her grandmother!

Besides, it used to be easy for Teacher Duosuo to make her cook.

"She's my granddaughter. Why, I can't even use my granddaughter?"

"She's still my little apprentice!"

"Who is closer to the granddaughter and the disciple? Do you need me to explain?"

Seeing that the two old men were about to quarrel again, Tong Huaer said quickly, "Grandma, Teacher Duosuo, stop arguing!"

"...

Both the old men looked at her.

Tong Huaer smiled awkwardly and said, "It's almost noon. I'm hungry too. I'll go cook first."

With that, she walked quickly to the kitchen.

The two old men looked at her back and turned their heads to the other side, ignoring each other.

In the kitchen, Tong Huaer looked through the glass into the living room outside and saw that Dongfang Furen was no longer fighting with Duosuo, so he breathed a sigh of relief and took out the ingredients he had brought and began to tidy them up.

It was obvious that Teacher Duosuo and grandma knew each other, but they didn't know what had happened to them in the past. Let the two of them hate each other as soon as they meet.

Teacher Duosuo, in particular, seemed to want grandma to disappear from his sight every minute.

But she had known Teacher Duosuo for so long, and she had never seen him so emotional. Today was the first time.

"Hum..."

The phone suddenly rang.

Tong Huaer looked at the screen and picked up the phone, "Zong Beili, are you there?"

"Soon." Zong Beili's deep voice was faint, "What are you doing?"

"Making lunch." Tong Huaer paused and added, "I brought grandma to teacher dorso's house. Did you know that Teacher Duosuo knew grandma?"

"I don't know." Zong Beili said three words lightly.

Tong Huaer: "..." That's right. Zong Beili never cared about other people's affairs. If he knew it was strange, he didn't even go into the studio upstairs of teacher dorso. And...

Thinking of the studio, Tong Huaer suddenly thought of something. He frowned and said, "Zong Beili, do you think Teacher Duosuo's studio has anything to do with grandma?"

"I don't know." Zong Beili still only said three words.

Tong Huaer: ..."

This is called chatting to death!

"Forget it then. I won't tell you. I have to cook."

Tong Huaer was too lazy to talk to him and hung up.

On the phone, on the plane.

Zong Beili frowned at the phone, his eyes cold. Damn Tong Huaer, how dare he hang up on him!

See how he's going to deal with her!

At lunch, the atmosphere at the table was very strange.

Dongfang Furen and Duosuo ignored each other, but they seemed to be fighting in the dark. Tong Huaer was sandwiched between them and felt that the meal was getting more and more unnatural.

"Huaer, I didn't expect you to be a good cook." Dongfang Furen put down his chopsticks and said slowly.

Tong Huaer smiled, "I..."

"That's right, let's not see whose disciple it is!" Duosuo said proudly.

Before he could finish his sentence, Duosuo interrupted him. Tong Huaer looked at Dongfang Furen, then at dorso, and then lowered his head to eat.

"Did you teach her how to cook?" Sure enough, Dongfang Furen started fighting back again.

"I didn't teach her, but Huaer cooked for my eldest disciple, which is to practice and gain experience."

"Zong Beili asked her to cook?!" Dongfang Furen's face immediately turned extremely ugly. Duosuo snorted coldly and said, "What's wrong with cooking? Aren't you going to eat?"

"Why should Huaer cook? Can't his family afford a cook? This is simply outrageous! As expected, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked!"

"Who do you think is up to no good? What happened to that punk? That's why you don't like it?"

Duosuo, who had always loved Zong Beili, put down his chopsticks with a snap and said coldly.

Tong Huaer never thought that the fire would burn on her and Zong Beili, and she was shot lying down.

After lunch, the argument between Dongfang Furen and Duosuo had not stopped. Tong Huaer took the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.

"I'll do it."

The kitchen door was suddenly pushed open and Situ Wei walked in.

"Ah?" Tong Huaer turned to look at him, smiled and said, "No, I'll wash it soon."

"Let me do it. You're a girl. It's better not to use your hands to wash the dishes."

Situ Wei rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the sink, giving Tong Huaer no chance to refuse.

"I didn't expect you to do the dishes." Tong Huaer stood by and watched his skillful movements.

"It's not that difficult."

Situ wei turned her head and smiled at her.

Apart from his halo of status, Situ Wei was actually more like an ordinary man. Tong Huaer suddenly felt that Dongfang Furen was right. Perhaps Situ Wei was a better husband than Zong Beili.

But it wasn't Zong Beili.

"Little disciple, come out for a while." Teacher Duosuo's voice suddenly came from behind.

Tong Huaer shuddered and turned around to see Duosuo standing behind her, frowning slightly and looking at her with a flushed face.

Tong Huaer followed Duosuo to the small side hall and joked with a smile, "Have you finished arguing with grandma? Which one of you won? You seem to have lost miserably, right?"

As far as grandma was concerned, not everyone could resist her.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Duosuo said angrily.

Obviously, he really lost.

Tong Huaer couldn't help but laugh and said, "Teacher, can't you just let my grandmother have a little? Don't you all care about the gentlemanly spirit?"

"Buzz, does she look like a lady?"

Duosuo grunted.

"...

Tong Huaer raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Well, it seems that Teacher Duosuo's relationship with grandma is not something she can adjust to. Tong Huaer changed the subject, "Teacher, why did you call me here?"

"You..." Duosuo frowned. After a few minutes, he said, "Huaer, you, you, you, you..."

"Hmm?" Tong Huaer looked at Duosuo doubtfully.

Dorso's icy blue eyes rolled around. After a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he stamped his foot and looked at her with a frown, "Why is she... In a wheelchair?"