Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Lin Aijun and Sha Zhu who were sitting in the room facing the door were stunned.

Silly Zhu was so shocked that he was even more speechless: "Brother Junzi, am I delusional?! I saw the uncle pouring urine on his own head?!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Lin Aijun also blinked her eyes vigorously: "I seem to have seen it too."

The two looked at each other and glanced at each other.

Everyone in the room heard what the two said, and couldn't help being stunned.

Everyone turned to look at the uncle sitting at the door.

Sure enough, he was holding a spittoon in his hand, his head and face were wet, and transparent liquid fell drop by drop.

"Is the uncle crazy?"

"He spilled piss on his head?"

"Is he out of his mind?"

"He just yelled that he saw a ghost, didn't he throw urine to ward off evil spirits?!"

"Did he really see ghosts?"

"Do you know that ghosts are also vengeful and debtors, and they usually come to masters only when they have a deep hatred."

The people in the room say something to each other.

After the uncle heard it, his expression became even worse.

He didn't care about getting dirty, and wiped his face with his hands to wipe off the urine dripping on his face.

Then he wiped the urine in his hand on himself.

After this operation, the people in the room were once again stunned.

He Daqing was in the courtyard, and he belonged to someone who knew the uncle very well.

Uncle is a decent man.

But there is absolutely no reason to be fooled enough to pour piss on his own head.

He should have really seen something scary.

He stepped forward with an unbelievable look on his face.

The smell of urine from the tip of his nose reminded himself that the scene just now was real.

"Old Yi, did you really see something unclean?"

The uncle panted heavily, and admitted it.

The fear in my heart was indeed relieved a lot because of this splash of childish urine.

"Master, what you saw just now was a female water ghost?" Silly Zhu also asked curiously.

"Yes, it's Jia..." The uncle was about to tell the whole story, when he suddenly realized that as long as Jia and Zhang's family were mentioned, the events of the year might be revealed.

So, he quickly changed the topic: "It's just... at the door of Jia's house."

While talking, Da Ma came back from the outside with Yi Yuwang.

Seeing the old man sitting at the door of Silly Zhu's house, he called out: "Old Yi, what are you doing sitting there, come back quickly."

Seeing that the first mother came back, the elder man stood up boldly and ran to his room in two or three steps.

Seeing that the old man ran away, Silly Zhu couldn't help muttering behind his back: "The old man probably did something wrong, it's his own hallucination."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and continued with his dinner party.

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Jia family.

After Huaihua entered the room soaked, Qin Huairu directly found her a set of clean clothes.

"Sophia japonica, what is this dark mass?"

As Qin Huairu said, she picked up the wig with her fingers and looked at it.

"Mom, this is the wig that Xile lent me for the performance. It was accidentally dirty just now. I have to wash it later and return it to Xile." Huaihua said, reaching out and throwing the ragged padded jacket she had replaced on the ground .

"I'll get it for you right now." Qin Huairu said, fetched a basin of water, moved a stool, and sat down.

She put the wig on her hand, held the comb in the other hand, and carefully combed the dirt stuck to her hair while soaking in the water.

"Mom, it was weird just now!" Huaihua finished changing and sat beside Qin Huairu.

"What's wrong?" Qin Huairu asked.

"When I entered the courtyard just now, it was raining heavily, and I fell a big somersault in the courtyard. Seeing that the old man was right in front of me, I wanted him to give me a hand, but who knew he suddenly yelled at me. Shout out to a water ghost! Mom, you say he’s real, it’s fine if he doesn’t want to give me a hand, how can you say I’m a ghost!”

As Sophora Hua said, she rolled her eyes, and in her heart, countless grass and mud horses ran past.

After Qin Huairu heard this, the movements in his hands paused, and he turned to look at Huaihua: "What is he calling at you? Water ghost?"

"That's right, I was almost drenched in the rain just now, and he still has that spare time to joke with me? Mom, do you think the uncle deliberately disgusted me?" Huaihua said, feeling extremely angry.

When Qin Huairu heard this, she couldn't figure out why the uncle would do this.

"Hua Hua, could he have really seen something unclean? Otherwise, there is no reason to do so?"

Huaihua looked at Qin Huairu suspiciously: "Mom, don't tell me, I think he looks like he was scared out of his wits, and acting in a movie is not so real."

"Water ghost?!" Thinking of this, Qin Huairu frowned, suddenly his heart moved.

His own mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, fell into the water and died.

This courtyard is an old courtyard, so it is not surprising that people died in it before.

It’s hard to say if there were people who hanged themselves, swallowed gold, and died of poisoning in this courtyard.

But one thing is certain, there is no well in this courtyard.

If there is no well, there are less likely to have water ghosts.

Deaf old ladies are born, aged, sick and died naturally.

Lin Qinghui, Lin Aijun's adoptive father, also died of illness.

The second aunt died in an accident in the backyard.

Stick and the two bastards of the second uncle's family died in prison.

Even my dead ghost husband died in an accident in the unit at the Red Star Factory.

Calculated in this way, the only person in this courtyard who could become a water ghost is his mother-in-law Jia Zhang.

She is a drowning ghost!
For some reason, in Qin Huairu's mind, he suddenly remembered Jia Zhang's face that had been soaked beyond recognition when he went to identify the corpse.

She couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Qin Huairu sitting upright, Huaihua suddenly trembled.

"It's okay, I just suddenly thought of your grandma, she died of drowning." Qin Huairu frowned, always feeling that things were a little weird.

"Hua Hua, do you think the uncle has seen your grandma's ghost?"

Sophora japonica heard this, and suddenly understood.

She walked up to Qin Huairu with a smile, took the wig from her hand, and put it on her head.

"Mom, where could there be ghosts? My uncle probably misunderstood!"

Qin Huairu looked at Huaihua wearing a wig, and was dumbfounded for a moment: "Huaihua, you really look a bit like your grandma!"

Huai Hua slapped her thigh and said: "That's right, the uncle probably recognized me as a grandma, no wonder he was so frightened! Mom, I see that the uncle is so frightened, do you want to explain it to him? "

Qin Huairu sneered when she heard the words: "Huahuahua, there's no need to explain. The relationship between our two families, it's good to say nothing."

She didn't tell Huaihua and Xiaodang that there was another uncle behind the scenes of the stick's death.

She didn't want to bring these two children in.

For some reason, a faint feeling that something was wrong suddenly surfaced in her heart.