Although she didn't live here before, there were several local people in the rental house before. After asking about their tastes, she thought that there was nothing wrong with them according to their local tastes. She made a big table of soymilk, fried some fried dough sticks, and made some meat buns. I also made some dumplings and other things, and made some pasta and a big table of meals. She smelled sweet. Seeing that it was time, the old lady came down from upstairs and saw her placing things. The housekeeper helped the old lady to the table and sat down. Now Huo Qingyue hasn't come down. After the old lady sat down, she looked at a large table of food, stared at Gu yuehuan, and said, "do you cook these meals? Do you know your identity now? You poor people are poor people, and we have no appetite to eat these meals. Are you sending beggars? Beggars don't eat these. Do you spend your money? Do you want to starve to death or abuse me?"
Although Gu yuehuan had long known that grandma was deliberately tricking him and would definitely say something, he was still uncomfortable when he heard these words, but without refutation, he went in one ear and out the other, and wrote down the matter, She looked at her grandmother with a smile and said, "if grandma doesn't like the food I cook, I won't cook it in the future, so I won't be in her mouth when I'm such a lowlife, so grandma can order the servant to cook what she wants. I'll eat the food I cook myself." "But grandma, I'm also curious now. What do you gentlemen have for breakfast, and do you eat shark's fin and bird's nest in the morning all these stomach hurting things?" The old lady ignored her tone and said, "no matter what you do, you also like to eat these green vegetables and white porridge. You can eat it yourself, don't pull me. I'm not like the stomach of you poor people, and I can kill anything. But I can't blame you. After all, your vision is so small, how much can you think of."