C130 The Sound of Curling Hair

He had been running up the mountain every day, tired as a dog, and sleeping soundly at night.

He also did not dream of that dead ghost anymore.

A little more daring.

He muttered as he walked to the front yard. Before he even got close to the kitchen, a big black dog suddenly scuttled over …

"Ah …" Mrs. Xu's voice came out from the yard.

The sleeping man lifted the quilt and got up.

Walking into the courtyard, he saw Mrs. Xu lying paralyzed on the ground, curling up her foreleg was resting on Mrs. Xu's shoulder, her coarse tongue was hanging down in front of Mrs. Xu, and silver saliva was dripping down her face.

Chen Huo glanced at them, then turned and returned to his room.

Zhou Yi pretended not to see it and yawned, muttering to himself, "Disturbing my sweet dreams" as he went back to sleep.

Wu Yuvniang looked at Ning Yan who was standing on the stairs in front of the main house, then looked at the curly hair in the courtyard, and lowered her head, pretending that she could not see anything.

As for Ning Yu …

Usually, he would get pounced on by the curls, but when he saw the curls laying on the Mrs. Xu's floor, he did not seem to care at all.

Other than Ning Yan, everyone else returned to their rooms to continue sleeping.

Mrs. Xu opened her mouth, wanting to shout 'save me'.

However, the curls on her body were breathing more and more heavily. Mrs. Xu was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would be bitten by this dead dog.

Seeing that Mrs. Xu was about to faint, Ning Yan clapped her hands and berated: "Come here."

The curly hair loosened the speed of the Mrs. Xu, then ran to Ning Yan's side happily.

The big head rubbed against Ning Yan's thigh.

Aowu …

"…" Was that the cry of a Tibetan Mastiff? Ning Yan's mouth twitched, seeing the curls jumping around her, she walked into the kitchen and took out a piece of raw meat.

Throw it into a special bowl for curling hair.

Curly Hair ran towards the rice bowl without lingering on Ning Yan at all.

Ning Yan was too lazy to bother with a dog who forgot his friend.

He walked in front of Mrs. Xu and asked: "Why are you out so late at night? Don't you know how to raise a fierce dog?"

"Chop that dog up and eat stew." Mrs. Xu was so scared that her mouth twitched, and he pointed at the Tibetan Mastiff beside the den of dogs as she commanded.

"Heh …" How could it be possible to stew the curly hair?

"It's getting late, hurry up and go to sleep." They would rather talk than smile as they looked at Mrs. Xu.

Mrs. Xu felt wronged, she raised his hand and put it down, "Tomorrow, I want to eat that white thing."

"White..." Ning Yan suddenly realised that the Mrs. Xu was talking about cake.

"It depends on your performance."

"…" Mrs. Xu still had something she wanted to say. She looked into Ning Yan's eyes, and for no reason whatsoever, when she wanted to cause trouble for the other day, the damn man still stared at him with her eyes.

It was a strange thing, even after so many years of death.

However, that person was the man who slept in front of her every day and night. With regards to Ning Zhaoyang's appearance, Mrs. Xu naturally remembered it very clearly, and she did not know why the man's eyes had become like this damned girl's.

Or rather, this slut was born to harm her.

He should have drowned when he was born.

"What are you thinking about?" Noticing the ruthless expression on Mrs. Xu's face, Ning Yan asked.

"No, nothing. Nothing at all."

"Oh." Ning Yan glanced at Mrs. Xu and did not continue speaking. She yawned and went back to her room to sleep.

Mrs. Xu was once again left alone in the courtyard.

The person who was munching on the meat, looked up with his green eyes and landed on Mrs. Xu.

Mrs. Xu's legs went soft and she almost fell to the ground.

Finally, he walked towards the inner courtyard while holding onto his waist.

Returning back to the room and lighting up the oil lamp, he looked at the wet patch on his clothes and Mrs. Xu's face turned green.

He actually peed his pants because of fright …

That dead dog, one day she was going to stew that dead dog and eat meat.

After changing into a set of clothes, Mrs. Xu lied on the bed as she pondered on the 100 ways to eat the dog meat.

The sky turned white and the night passed.

The Mrs. Xu lying on the bed suddenly realised that she had not slept the entire night.

Insomnia...

Only the older people would feel less. She wasn't old yet, so why didn't she sleep all night?

Mrs. Xu angrily walked out of the courtyard.

The moment he walked out of the inner court, curls of a night's spirit jumped out.

Mrs. Xu staggered and almost fell to the ground.

There was also a wet scar on the ground. Others might not know what this is, but Mrs. Xu knows.

He turned around and walked into the inner courtyard.

When she thought of the fat that Ning Yan threw to the black dog last night, she felt a little disgruntled. Even a dog in this house ate better than her.

Such a big piece of meat would cost a lot of money.

"..."

"..."

Ning Yan felt that she had not treated Mrs. Xu badly when it came to food and clothes, she could only see her evil, she could not see her good, and Ning Yan herself had no other choice.

When you were gazing at the abyss, the abyss was also staring at you, the Mrs. Xu's thoughts perfectly explained this sentence.

Smoke rose in the morning.

Just as he ate, Chen Huo was chased out. Chen Huo stuffed the steamed buns in his hands into his mouth, and wondered if he was right in agreeing to train.

Then, he was chased out. Luckily, Chen Huo did not run away with his legs this time round. Instead, he rode on the brown horse.

Riding on a cloud, Chen Huo galloped away from the village.

Ning Yan had slacked off for a day and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

The yard was finally quiet again, the fruits were piled all over the floor, Zhou Yi held onto a small basket, with the basket after basket, he started digging into the cellar outside.

When he was tired from all the work, he would even have the egg tart and the cake to replenish. Zhou Yi was elated inside, he didn't feel that it would be hard to be a porter at all.

Everyday, whenever he saw Chen Huo, he would show an arrogant expression.

Ning Yan took out a few fruits and boiled them in a big pot. She did not forget to put sugar in the pot.

He scooped up the ripe fruit and placed it in his mouth with a pair of chopsticks, tasting it with a hint of bitterness. However, it tasted much better than eating it raw.

"You try it too." Ning Yan said as she made room for the Wu Yuvniang.

Wu Yuvniang took a sip and asked Ning Yan, "Does Elder Lady want to open a sweet water shop?"

"…" She just wanted to get a can.

However, it seemed that a sugar shop could also do the job.

Ning Yan was a genuine northerner, in her previous life, she had eaten all kinds of snacks from sugar stores when she went to Cantonese Province.

The taste was good.

Right now, the fruits at home were plentiful, and he couldn't make any glass for now. It would be better to make a sweet water shop.

However, the Soup Dumplings was a little single, so Ning Yan thought of the Sweet 'n' Sour Pancake and the Cake.

These items can be sold in a single store.

After being taught a lesson, Ning Yan did not dare to casually recruit others. She had thought of buying two girls, including their human rights.

"Is there any way to remove the bitter taste?" Ning Yan asked the Wu Yuvniang.

"Well, I'll try. Not necessarily." Wu Yuvniang thought.

Picking up a few fruits from the yard, Zhang Xuan placed them in his mouth and savored the taste. His delicate face creased into a frown.

"Boiling it with sugar will really turn it into something miraculous." Wu Yuvniang exclaimed in surprise.