"Stop crying," the girl said, glancing at the old woman's house, "or you'll end up as dog meat." With that, she turned and walked ahead.
The two of them, surprised by the girl's clean dress, followed her.
From that day on, they never returned to that village.
Thinking back to that day, a smile curved Hu Yuan's lips.
The memories of the big-headed fat demon and the short demon unconsciously overlapped with Hu Yuan's, but their faces were filled with sorrow, not a hint of a smile.
"What are you doing?" the wolf demon asked, looking curiously at the expressions on the faces of the big-headed fat demon and the short demon.
"We remembered our master. Our master back then was very beautiful," the short demon said in a low voice.
The wolf demon was uninterested. "Fine. If you don't want to tell me your story, then forget it. I don't want to hear it anyway."
"That story isn't something a cold-blooded animal like you can understand," the big-headed fat demon suddenly said.
The wolf demon's expression stiffened. He accepted the title given to him by the big-headed fat demon with composure. "You're right, I am a cold-blooded animal. So what?"
The two of them shook their heads.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao returned.
"How was the chat with my great-grandson and his two friends?" she asked, smiling as she walked to the bedside and looked sideways at the big-headed fat demon and the short demon standing with their backs against the wall. "What's wrong with you two?"
"We just remembered our master," the big-headed fat demon replied honestly.
"We originally wanted to tell him our story, but we suddenly thought he was cold-blooded, so we didn't want to," the short demon said.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't," Mu Anxiao said, placing the food on the dining table. "Alright, eat up! Good grandson."
"You old fossil, can you stop calling me that disgustingly?" the wolf demon said angrily.
Mu Anxiao glanced at him calmly, then took out chopsticks from the plastic bag and handed them to him. "The moment you stop calling me an old fossil, I'll stop acknowledging you as my grandson."
"You..."
"Eat," Mu Anxiao said firmly, forcing the chopsticks into his hand.
The wolf demon took the chopsticks, glared unhappily at Mu Anxiao, but still started eating.
The big-headed fat demon and the short demon breathed a sigh of relief.
In the ward at Fengqishi, Zhang Yan walked in with a chuckle and said, "Oh dear, why are you so down? I'm telling you, you can't be like this. Life is short, you should be more optimistic." He deliberately ignored Feng Mu and Feng Sen who were present.
Fengqishi, whose eyes were closed, opened them the moment Zhang Yan's voice arrived. "You're here."
"Who is this?" Feng Mu asked, looking at Zhang Yan with disdain.
Zhang Yan placed the gift box he was holding on the bedside table and turned to Feng Mu, saying, "Don't you know any manners? I'm an elder, what kind of look is that?"
"An elder? I don't see it," Feng Mu said mockingly.
Zhang Yan glanced at Feng Sen beside him and smiled. "I know I look young, but the way you're speaking is really impolite. But speaking of which," he looked at Fengqishi, "my Qishi is so different from you. He's much more polite."
"When did Fengqishi become yours?" Feng Mu asked, displeased.
"The first time I met Qi Shi, I found him to be good, exceptionally good. I thought he must be thanks to his mother for being so good, but now it seems..." Zhang Yan said, his expression changing as he asked, "Wait a minute, madam, who are you?"
Fengqishi watched Zhang Yan deliberately provoke Feng Mu and couldn't help but secretly smile.
"I am his mother."
"You're his mother?" Zhang Yan feigned surprise, giving a dry laugh. "Qi Shi really doesn't look like you. Isn't he your biological son?"
"How can you talk like that?" Feng Mu was furious.
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Sen, who was glaring at him, and said, "This must be your biological son. He looks just like you, cut from the same mold."
"Old man, you start spouting nonsense as soon as you arrive. Then let me ask you, what's your relationship with Fengqishi?" Feng Sen showed no respect.
Zhang Yan frowned, looking at Feng Sen. "My granddaughter has been bullied quite badly by your family. Her face was swollen for days, and that scar on her head is still there."
"Our family has already paid the medical expenses. You'd better not cause trouble," Feng Sen said, deliberately shielding Feng Mu.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm here to see Fengqishi, not to demand medical fees. Unless," Zhang Yan's lips curled, "my granddaughter asks for it, then I will. It's just risking an old life!"
"It's not that serious, is it!" Feng Sen said helplessly.
"I would never bear to hit my granddaughter. The way you hit her is simply too much!" Zhang Yan said, glaring at them.
"I didn't expect that girl to complain!" Feng Mu suddenly said.
Fengqishi didn't expect Feng Mu to say that in front of Zhang Yan. His body stiffened, and he stared at the back of Zhang Yan's head.
"Miss," Zhang Yan smiled, "if I punch you in the face, what will be left?"
Feng Sen looked at Feng Mu behind him and said, "It will definitely be injured."
Zhang Yan nodded at Feng Sen, then his face turned serious as he looked at Feng Mu. "Your son is smarter than you. Naturally, the scar on my granddaughter's face is obvious. I would have to be blind not to see it."
"How much do you want me to pay?" Feng Mu pulled Feng Sen aside and asked.
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Mu, who was bringing up money, his expression unchanged. He took a deep breath and said, "That's right, many things in this world can be solved with money. I admit, I like money very much, but," he said seriously, "I've already made it clear. I'm here to see your son, not to collect debts. Of course, you asked me who I was first, and then I answered you... who I am. Now I don't want to talk to you anymore." With that, he turned to look at Fengqishi.
Seeing that Zhang Yan wasn't angry, Fengqishi also breathed a sigh of relief.
"I was busy yesterday, but today I brought you chicken feet and duck feet. I'll go buy you pig trotters soup later, and we'll have it for lunch," Zhang Yan said with a smile.
"I have legs, not hands. Is it a bit strange that you bought feet?" Fengqishi asked, frowning.
Zhang Yan looked at Fengqishi's expression, couldn't help but smile, then turned to look at Feng Sen sitting on the chair. "Can you get up for a moment?"
"What for?" Feng Sen asked, not getting up.
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Sen's lack of awareness and said, "I'm an old man, I can't stand anymore. Can't you see?"
As soon as Feng Sen heard this, he quickly stood up.
Zhang Yan reached out, personally moved the chair to the bedside, and sat down. "Then let me ask you, do chickens and ducks have hands?"
"Yes... I think?" Fengqishi said blankly.