The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

If you invite people here at this time, wouldn't it be to kill an egg with an egg against a stone? Not only will the Song family not succeed, but their situation will also get worse.

"Ma'am, please think again!"

Mrs. Song said: "My dear Madam of the Mo family, don't I even have the right to teach my servants a lesson? Go and call me. I must teach this old maid a lesson today."

When Butler Cao saw that the old man was depressed because of the loss of his son, he didn't care about the Song family, so he had to go to Aunt Mei. No matter what, he always had a servant who could say what should be said, but couldn't say what shouldn't be said.

If he didn't do what Song asked him to do, then the person Song wanted to offend might be him. Song had been polite to him for so many years, but now and then, the current Song was like A headless fly that bumps into whoever it catches has long lost its rationality. It cannot recognize reality without bumping into walls everywhere.

"Aunt Mei, Madam wants to see you."

Aunt Mei smiled and said: "The only one in the Mo family who can be called a lady is the eldest lady. I want to know where the fake lady came from to see me."

Butler Cao immediately changed his mind: "It's Mrs. Ru."

"Oh? It's that concubine. What does she want from me? Could it be that the lunch meal was not to your liking? A person whose son just died still has the heart to be picky about what he eats and what he drinks."

This incident was indeed caused by food, but what could Butler Cao say?

"The master and Mrs. Ru will become vegetarians recently."

"Isn't it a joke to be vegetarian? What kind of vegetarian food does a person who has never believed in Buddhism eat?"

Butler Cao said: "The master and Mrs. Ru will fast for the second young master for one year."

Aunt Mei said: "I don't usually burn incense, I just improvise, and I have done so many immoral things. Do you think that my son can die by eating vegetarian food for a few days? It is simply an idiot's dream. Even the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering is standing here and can't save him." them."

"If you came here specifically for their food and drink, then please come back. They have to eat whatever the dining hall gives them. If they don't want to eat, they will be hungry. Isn't it for your own son? There is nothing wrong with having to endure some hardships. Why not."

"This……"

Butler Cao really didn't know how to go back and resume his life.

Aunt Mei and Butler Cao were sitting and standing. Aunt Mei never gave Butler Cao a straight face from the beginning to the end. At this time, one side of her body looked like she was seeing off guests.

Butler Cao had no choice but to turn around and go back.

When Mrs. Song saw that the only person who came back was Butler Cao, she lost her temper again, "Where's that despicable bitch? Why didn't she come to see me?"

Butler Cao repeated Aunt Mei's words to Mrs. Song. Mrs. Song's eyes were as angry as a frog's, and they were so angry.

"She is sincerely trying to go against me!"

Mr. Mo was still immersed in the grief of his dead son. Hearing Mrs. Song's yelling, he was upset, "Isn't it just a bite to eat? If it doesn't work, we can just make a fire in the yard. What's the problem in making a bite to eat and drink by ourselves?" .”

Mrs. Song came directly to Master Mo, "Who can make this meal? We don't even have any servants. Our life is extremely shabby. Please ask Mo Haiyao to send me some servants."

At this time, she was still thinking about someone taking care of her food and drink, and her life habit of being greedy for pleasure had long been developed. The sudden change made it difficult for her to adapt, so she could justify her shameless words.

Mr. Mo said: "He no longer recognizes me, and I don't speak so well anymore."

"You are his father and he is his son. Can't you even control your own son?"

For the past few days, Mr. Mo has been holding his breath in his heart. He couldn't help but feel unhappy when being provoked like this by Mr. Song.

"I have been harmed by you. If you hadn't encouraged me to kill Mo Haiyao every day, how could I have done this to my own son? He also said that he would count on Mo Haitao in the future. This Mo Haitao statue has reached his level. Damn uncle, he has failed more than he has accomplished, and has done nothing good at all. Instead, he is now ahead of me. He asked me, a white-haired man, to send him, a black-haired man, to you, mother and son, and the Song family. I regret it to death."

Mrs. Song said: "You can't control your son's affairs in our Song family, but my brother has helped you a lot."

Mr. Mo said: "Yes, you helped me a lot when dealing with Mo Haiyao. What happened in the end? I fell into the hands of Mo Haiyao."

Mrs. Song said bitterly: "It's all my son's fault but he has a soft heart. Why did he bury Mo Haiyao alive? He should have been killed first and buried until he was completely dead."

She spoke through gritted teeth, and a group of nuns eating steamed buns in the courtyard couldn't stand listening.

The abbot nun said: "I see that your mouth is so poisonous and you don't leave any karma behind when you speak. Even if you fast, it won't be of any use. I think the next salvation will be forgotten."

When Mrs. Song saw that the host was about to leave, she started to speak softly, "Don't be angry, host. I will never talk nonsense again."

The host nun said: "Can you control your mouth?"

"can."

So after eating the steamed buns in their hands, all the nuns continued to pray for Mo Haitao.

In the afternoon, Butler Cao thoughtfully went to the city to buy a stove that could light a fire for cooking and came back.

However, before this thing could move into the Song family's yard, it was stopped by the nurse who was watching them.

"Aunt Mei said that no one in this house can start a new business."

Butler Cao explained: "We don't want to start a new business, we just want to make some porridge and stir-fry some side dishes."

Hu Yuan said: "Isn't this the same thing? Fire is not allowed. This is the rule of the Mo family. No one can break the rules, including the master and Mrs. Ru."

Butler Cao said, "When was this the rule? I've been in the Mo family for many years, why haven't I heard of it?"

Gu Yuan said: "Aunt Mei's rules are rules."

Butler Cao had no choice but to leave the newly purchased stove to the nursing home.

After learning about this, Mrs. Song did not dare to curse openly, fearing that the nun and abbot who was reciting the Lotus Sutra in the courtyard would hear and refuse to give her son salvation. This nun was not everyone's fault. When she thought about having to survive seven days, she would have to endure her anger for seven days. How should she spend this day? How should she endure it? Thinking of this, the unknown fire in her heart began to burn.

This dry steamed bun looked like it was not freshly steamed. There was no porridge or vegetables, and it made her throat ache just looking at it. This was all Aunt Mei's deliberate attempt to make her suffer.

She was used to fine clothes and fine food, and ordinary food could not be dissatisfied to her, let alone these dry steamed buns. How could she swallow them? She was so angry that she casually put down the plate of steamed buns placed in front of her. It fell to the ground and several steamed buns rolled out in different directions.

"Aunt Mei, that damn woman, is so bullying! I must make her look good!"

Butler Cao felt helpless after seeing this. These steamed buns were not just brought randomly from the dining hall. They were rare. If they were thrown away, they would have to wait for the next meal from the dining hall.