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Chapter 420: Wen Shan Village (4)

Lu Sheng cooked a pot of mushroom porridge for them. After it was done, she scooped a bowl for each of them.

The two children did not care about scalding their mouths. After receiving the porridge, they stuffed it into their mouths.

The old man swallowed her saliva but did not move.

Lu Sheng looked at her suspiciously. “Granny, aren’t you eating?”

“Let’s save them for the children.”

The old woman said in a low voice, “I’m an old woman with a waning life. I won’t waste this food.”

Lu Sheng was surprised when she heard that. An old woman from a village could actually say the words ‘waning life.’

She could not help but ask curiously, “Granny, have you studied before?”

“Not really.”

The old woman shook her head slightly and said, “I was once a servant in a big family when I was young. After some time, I can recognize a few words. Sorry for embarrassing myself.”

Lu Sheng smiled faintly and quickly said, “Go ahead and eat. There’s still a lot in the pot. If the children don’t have enough, they can scoop more.”

When the old woman heard that, she stood up and looked at the pot. Seeing that there was indeed a lot left, she started eating.

To them, every meal was a meal.

Lu Sheng squatted at the side and watched the three of them eat. Suddenly, she heard a few wails from outside.

When the trio heard this voice, they stopped what they were doing and stared warily at the door.

“Miss, is that Young Master alright?”

The old woman looked out of the door worriedly.

“He’ll be fine.”

Lu Sheng had just finished speaking when a slender figure climbed over the wall and entered.

Speaking of this wall, Lu Sheng suddenly realized that this family seemed to have led a good life.

If not for this wall, the three of them would not have survived until now.

When the figure walked into the kitchen, his face was finally seen clearly under the light of the fire.

It was Chu Sihan, who had just left.

“Who are those people outside?”

Lu Sheng stood up and asked.

Chu Sihan said coldly, “They’re all refugees. They must have been passing by here. Seeing that the lights were often on, they often came over to knock on the door, wanting to take the opportunity to ask for some food.”

“You injured them?”

If they had not been forced into a corner, no one would want this to happen.

Chu Sihan shook his head. “No, they were just a bit agitated when they saw me, so I tied them up.”

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been robbed by those people under those circumstances.

Chu Sihan glanced at the three of them and said to Lu Sheng, “Let’s stay here tonight and find a way to settle them tomorrow morning.”

Lu Sheng nodded.

After filling her stomach, the old woman let her two grandchildren return to their rooms.

Then, she brought Chu Sihan and Lu Sheng to another room.

“This is my son’s room. The two of you can rest here tonight. Tomorrow morning…”

The old woman paused. After a moment of silence, she suddenly knelt in front of the two of them.

Lu Sheng was shocked and hurried to help her up. However, the old woman held her hand.

“Please, can you bring my two grandchildren with you when you leave tomorrow?”

The old woman’s voice trembled as she said, “My son’s surname is Wan, and his name is Wan Hao. He works as an assistant in a restaurant in Huang Yang Town. Bring them away and send them to Huang Yang Town. Please!”

As the old woman spoke, she looked like she was going to kowtow, but was stopped by Lu Sheng.

“Granny, don’t worry. We’ll bring you away tomorrow. We won’t leave anyone behind.”

“Really… Really?”

The old woman looked up, her muddy eyes filled with tears of excitement.

“Yes, to be honest…”

Lu Sheng said in a low voice, “We didn’t come to Wen Shan Village because we were lost. We came here to help you.”

It was just that…

They seemed to be a step too late.
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