After returning, Susie was sullen for a few days.

Alana thought of a way to make delicious food for her, thinking that something happened to her when she went out and hurt her 'cultivation base'.

In the end, she opened the door and ran down happily: "What are you eating today?"

Alana's heart was finally let go, looking at Susie's sunny face, she always felt a little sad.

Kids recover really quickly, but...other kids don't have to deal with that at all.

"Judah said you like fish ball soup very much, so I made it myself at home.” The old lady said kindly: "Go wash your hands and try to see if grandma's cooking is authentic."

Susie was happy: "Yeah!"

After dinner, Susie went to help Judah move.

Judah chose the place, and Susie moved the things out with a whoosh.

Judah is very bald.

It's easy to move when moving, and the wall dust is scraped away.

But it's not so easy when you move out. First, take out the floor tiles... you need to decorate and lay the floor tiles.

It is impossible to remove the wall dust and repaint it.

Then take out the hard part and install it little by little.

The last thing is to install his messy things.

Anyway, there are not many months to finish. Susie occasionally goes over to take out the 'decoration materials' when the workers are away.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was the first seventh death anniversary of the deceased grandma.

Susie still habitually summoned the soul of the old lady, and was going to give her a salvation and let her go to reincarnation.

Wade has a camera, and the kids are nestled in Judah's room.

Judah looked nervous, staring at the camera and wondering if he could really see a ghost... Is it a coincidence last time or has it always been like this?

If this camera is really capable of hell, wouldn't he be inferior to his own nephew? Wouldn't he have read all the books for nothing in the past twenty years?

It turned out that it was the old lady who died curled up in the typhoon that day.

Judah only felt that the hair all over his body was blown up, and his hair was numb.

In the camera, the old lady turned her head slowly and looked over...

At the same time, the door suddenly creaked open.

Alana stood at the door.

The excitement of this combination of fantasy and reality... made Judah and Wade and nephew hug each other.

Hamza on the other side was speechless.

Alana said inexplicably, "What are you shouting for?"

She is holding a tray with a bowl of white rice and a chicken.

Alana babbled: "Susie, I know you are kind-hearted and want to pay homage to that old grandma, but why are you hiding in the room?"

"Would you like to go to the back of the garden next time? If Judah's room is burned down, Judah will have to sleep in the garden."

Susie blinked innocently: "I know grandma."

Alana waved her hand, closed the door and went out.

She doesn't care much about the children's affairs, but if she needs help, she will help.

"Well... After the meeting is over, this chicken may not be eaten anymore. But it doesn't matter, it's just right for General."

The passing General was full of doubts.

It feels that walking has been a bit strenuous recently, and it barely maintains its majestic and domineering lines by running ten kilometers with Kellen every day.

General quickly slipped away.

in the house.

The old lady was wearing a shroud, and her hair was still a little wet. Looking carefully, she was not dressed very well. It should be that her sons' homes were not properly tidied up when she was buried, but she was very satisfied.

"I'm not cold anymore.” She said with a smile, "Thank you so much..."

The old grandma looked at Susie and sighed: "I didn't expect to trouble outsiders in the end, and trouble you."

Susie shook her head: "No trouble. It's just that I have a question that I don't understand."

The old lady said kindly: "You say."

Susie was confused: "I wonder if you treated your children badly before when they were young? Why did they become like this when they grow up?"

The old lady couldn't help feeling disappointed, and sighed: "I didn't treat them badly."

In the past, her few children were very good. When they were young, they kept robbing her. One said 'this is my mother', and the other said 'I want a mother too!'

But when I grew up, I shirked it, saying that she is your mother, and she is also your mother...

"In the past, whatever we had, we gave it to a few children.” The old lady recalled: "Whether it's food, drink, or new clothes, we give it to the children first."

She was reluctant to work for them, and she was reluctant to let them suffer. She did all the housework in the house directly, and she also cleaned up the children's rooms directly.

"I thought I didn't feel sorry for them, and treated them very well.” The old man sighed again: "But now I realize that sometimes parents are too selfless, and instead they will breed selfishness in their children."

The old lady was disappointed: "My contribution, in fact, only touched me."

I remember that when the eldest son just entered college, the family was about to build a new house, and all the money was used to build the house.

"At this time, the eldest son said that his classmates all have laptops, and he wants them too, otherwise it would be difficult to attend class. We borrowed money and bought them for him..."

"Also, we were still in business before, and we asked them to help when we were too busy during the holidays, and they would help at the beginning."

The old lady thought about it, and felt that her children were quite sensible in the past.

I always said that I should study hard so that my parents would not have to work so hard in the future.

But in fact, everything has clues.

"The sons helped for a while, and then they said they needed to do their homework, study, and prepare for exams. We thought that studying was important, so we quickly let them go."

"My daughter is more sensible, and she keeps helping, every day, but she also complains."

Complain about the ignorance of the older brothers and younger brothers, and complain that the father indulges them too much.

"My daughter usually does a lot of cooking. Maybe it's because of this. When she grows up, she wants to leave home and don't want to do it anymore."

Susie nodded: "So she felt it was unfair."