[After asking, I learned that after getting married, the old lady got up early every day, made breakfast, and then went to the fields to farm. She has never stopped for so many years. 】

"What happened next?" Wang Hao asked, "Who was the person who wrote the note?"

"It was written by someone twenty or thirty years ago. As for the follow-up content..." The fat man made a "you know" expression, but the two cans of pork in his hands were empty and had been eaten.

Wang Hao immediately reached out and held his arm, using his muscles.

"Boy, I'm so greedy to give you some face, aren't you?"

My 300-point peak human physique cannot deal with the devil, nor can I deal with you.

After the fat man was caught, his face turned the color of pig's liver in pain, and he screamed repeatedly: "Ahhhhh! I'll just show you, let go and show you!"

On another diary, there are two lines of small words written

[The old man was looking for life and death and wanted to pursue the old lady. At this time, the village chief, who was well-informed, stood at the door and said faintly, "The one who cooks for you is not your old lady."]

"No more? What do you mean?" Wang Hao secretly rolled his eyes at the Riddler's statement.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure out a reason.

"No more." The fat man twisted his red and swollen wrist, "I don't know what this story wants to express... Maybe there is a ghost cooking for the old man? Haha."
Chapter completed!