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The old man was very enthusiastic and ordered a large table of food.

The variety of meats is dazzling.

But neither Hong Comb moved their chopsticks.

The old man picked up a piece of meat with a smile, looked at the two people who were not moving their chopsticks, and let out a hoarse voice slowly.

"Eat quickly, the food will be cold and it won't taste good after a while."

Red Comb: "Won't Grandpa Yue come down for dinner?"

"He's not in good health, so he doesn't come down to join in the fun."

After the old man finished speaking, he stared at Hongshu's hands, as if she wouldn't stop until she picked up the food with chopsticks.

Hongshu looked at the small bowl of rice in front of him, stretched out his chopsticks and ate it.

A mouse head suddenly appeared, and the two mouse eyes were still staring at her. It seemed that someone had placed it specially.

Shen Muhuai looked on with a shocked expression, but Hong Comb grabbed his hand under the table.

The old man looked at Hongshu's movements and his smile deepened, "Little girl, is there something wrong with this meal?"

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"Mouse? Who would be a good person hiding a mouse in his rice?"

"This old guy is not a good man. You are a rat. You are really capable."

"Is this considered a show of prestige? Don't you want Redcomb to investigate the affairs of the villa?"

"It's really poisonous. Are the rats just released?"

……

Redcomb smiled and said, "Problem? What can be wrong with the rice?"

When Hongshu finished speaking, he threw the bowl in his hand directly.

The rice and the mouse inside flew out together. The old man quickly avoided it, and the mouse landed exactly where the old man left.

"Grandma-in-law, I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."

"Ah, why is there still a mouse? Grandma, your kitchen is not very clean."

The old man looked at Hongshu for a while, then a smile suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, "What the little girl said makes sense."

"If it's clean, there won't be any rats. The housekeeper and those working in the kitchen will have three days' wages deducted. If it happens again, they won't have to do it again."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Hong Comb felt a few eyes staring at him from behind.

Hongshu turned around and saw a few people dressed as maids standing at the door of the kitchen. They were lowering their heads and seemed not to be looking at anyone.

These should be the ones working in the kitchen.

Hongshu turned around and said, "Grandma Yue, your skills are really flexible. If Mu Qing can get some of your true skills, he won't be forced to that point."

The old man grinned, with a few fine lines raised at the corners of his mouth, "I'm old, how can I be flexible?"

"Girl, you have been running around for a long time, so you must be hungry. Eat quickly!"

Hongcomb looked at the old man and said nothing.

The old man smiled, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Just now a mouse popped out of the bowl. Who knows if there might be something else in this dish?"

Hongshu put down his bowls and chopsticks, stood up and turned around, "After all, we are not here to eat."

The housekeeper stretched out his hand to stop Hongcomb.

"This lady, my old lady said, I would like to treat you to dinner."

Although the butler was smiling, there was a hint of threat in his words.

"It's not good for me to eat too much. You might as well sit down and eat with me!"

After Hongshu said this, without waiting for the butler's reaction, he grabbed her arm with one hand, pressed her head with the other, and buried her directly on the nearest dish.

The moment the housekeeper buried his head, she was confused.

But soon, she reacted.

Her face turned ferocious for a moment, but when her eyes collided with the old man's, she instantly returned to her original state.

He just struggled a few times.

Hongshu glanced at the motionless old man, raised his hand and let go of the housekeeper.

"Sorry, I was joking with you. You don't mind, do you?"

The butler forced a smile and said, "Of course not."

"Do I still want to eat now?"

The housekeeper glanced at the old man and forced a smile, "No, no, no."

Hongshu pulled up Shen Muhuai who was still sitting in his seat, "That's fine. Is it convenient for me to visit Grandpa Yue?"

Butler: "This..."

Hongshu smiled: "I'm here now."

The housekeeper looked at the old man, and the old man smiled and said: "Yes, they are here, so let them go up and take a look."

Shen Muhuai quietly tugged on the red comb. He felt that it was not safe up there.

Redcomb gave him a reassuring look and walked up behind the housekeeper.

Spiral stairs... no problem.

Armrests... no problem.

Including the two potted plants next to the stairs on the second floor... there is no problem.

Hongshu followed slowly, "Won't Grandma-in-law come up with you?"

Housekeeper: "The old lady is in poor health and rarely goes up and down the stairs."

Obviously perfunctory.

But Hong Comb didn't say anything.

Soon we arrived in front of a room.

The housekeeper knocked on the door and said, "Sir, two friends of Master Mu Qing are here, saying they want to visit you."

"Come in", a weak voice came from inside.

The housekeeper did not go in, but stood outside the door, "You two, just go in, I will guard outside the door."

Hongshu glanced at him with an unclear meaning and walked in.

There were no lights on in the room, and it was pitch black everywhere.

There was an open toilet next to the door. Hongshu took a few steps and turned to look at the mirror facing the corridor. The mirror seemed to be twisted in an arc, which was very strange.

Hong Comb looked back and suddenly felt something sticky under her feet.

Redcomb stamped his feet, and there were a few faint screams in his ears.

Hong Comb curled his lips and coughed even harder when he heard the coughing sound.

"Miss, is it...ahem...not good to make so much noise in other people's homes?"

Hongshu followed the sound and walked around the kitchen and small living room. Hongshu walked to the door of a bedroom.

The bedroom was now ajar, Hongshu leaned against the door, "Is it Grandpa Yue?"

"We have a good relationship with Mu Qing. He said that his home is my home."

There was no talking inside again.

Hongshu: "By the way, I didn't say anything just now. How did Grandpa Yue know that I'm a girl?"

There was silence.

Hongshu opened the door and said, "Grandpa, why don't you speak?"

After opening the door, the expected bed and frail old man did not appear in front of him.

In its place was a huge coffin.

Redcomb suddenly smiled.

"Grandpa Yue, you really know how to play."

In the coffin, a decrepit old man stood up, staring at Red Comb with two sunken eyes, a strange smile blooming on his face.

"Playing? No, I'm resting."

"You little girl is ignorant and disturbs my sleep. What do you think I should do to you?"

Shen Muhuai silently blocked the red comb behind and looked at the old man warily.

The old man just glanced at Shen Muhuai and then stopped looking at him. Instead, he looked at Hongshu with a sinister voice.

"Little girl, do you have any last words?"