Chapter 1911: I—this pig hand is reserved for Xiao Cui.

The fat woman woke up after a while, it was already an hour later.
The fat woman wiped off the saliva from her face and carefully recalled the dream she had just had. She dreamed that she was eating pork knuckles. When she was eating with oily mouth, the old man and grandma suddenly jumped out and shouted, "You have been discontinued. ."
"Two old immortals, Xiu will stop chanting, what's the point of shouting."
The fat woman sat up, straightened her hair on her temples, and said happily, "My pigsty should be cooked. Let the servants bring me to eat." Then she opened her throat and shouted in the room, "Come here! what!"
The servants were busy in the hallway, and when they heard the fat lady shouting, they hurriedly flashed.
In an instant, there was no one in the corridor.
The fat woman shouted for a long time, no one came in, feeling strange, opened the door, and when she saw it, she couldn't help frowning and saying, "Huh? What's the matter? Where are all the people? Come on! Come on! Everyone in this house Where are you? Are you dead? Idiots, are you all dead?"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw my grandma walking slowly.
"Young lady, what are you calling?"
"Oh, it's grandma, I'm calling the servant."
"Servants, they are all busy. If you have any problems, find a solution by yourself. You have hands and feet, you can't do anything."
"Grandma, what do you mean by this?"
"You should be clear, the master has already written the letter, and now you are no longer the young grandmother in the house. So don't expect the servants to help you take care of everything as before. In the days when your father came , I’m afraid you have to take care of everything you need to do for daily living and eating. Of course, for the sake of the young master, your house is temporarily reserved for you. Our house has many houses, so you can live there."
"Grandma, what do you mean by that?"
"My grandmother, you're someone who has studied at any rate. Is your comprehension so poor? I mean you are no longer a grandmother. You should solve all your daily life from now on. Don't pull your throat and call the servant anymore, no one Waiting for you. You yell at people like this, it has no other effect except to disturb the people."
Grandma finished speaking and turned away.
The fat woman looked at her staggering back and cursed fiercely, "Old bastard! Just an old beast, now she is showing her true face. It is really inferior to a beast. I can see that these two old things are trying to force I'm leaving, making it clear that I'm going to dry."
It happened that an old mother and a maid came over, and the fat woman grabbed the old mother.
"You, stop for me."
The old mother turned pale with fright, "Young lady, what are you looking for? I'm busy here. Grandma told me to pour the spittoon, I have to go quickly."
The fat woman grabbed the little maid again, "How about you? Are you okay?"
The little maid nodded, "Grandma asked me to go out to buy snacks, and said that I wanted to eat sweets recently, and asked me about two catties of peach crisps."
"You little bitch, you lied. See if I won't kill you bitch."
The fat woman slapped her hand and slapped the little maid.
The old mother hurriedly held on to the little maid, and the two of them flashed aside.
"Don't talk nonsense, you two, go to the kitchen and bring me the pig's hand. I'm hungry."
The old mother smiled, "Young lady, your current identity is the same as ours, and servants can't eat pigs' hands. How can you let us serve you?"
The fat woman said angrily, "You are an old godly woman who doesn't put me in the eyes? You are just an old mother, so you dare to confront me?"
The little maid covered her face and said, "Young grandma, you have been divorced, and you still dare to beat me, I will tell grandma to go now. I believe grandma will cure you."
"Go go, you bastard, go now."
The old mother said, "Young grandma, don't blame us for not neglecting you, grandma confessed, don't care about you. If you are not satisfied, please go directly to grandma. We are the servants, we can only do things according to the words of grandma. "After speaking, she helped the little maid away.
The fat woman stomped her feet with anger looking at the back of the old mother and the little maid.
"Asshole, there are in this house from top to bottom. Not only the grandparents are not humans, but even the young masters and servants are all beasts. They all cooperate to bully me, telling you all to bully me? Tell you, I won't let them. You guys have a good time. No one brought me pig knuckles. I will go to the kitchen to get them."
After the fat woman scolded, she strode towards the kitchen.
The cook was busy working in the kitchen. He heard heavy footsteps behind her. When she looked back, she was a fat lady and was startled, but she still reacted quickly and forced a smile.
"Young lady, you are here."
"Where is my pig hand?"
The cook froze, turned around unnaturally, and looked at the stove behind her.
The fat woman followed the chef's sight, and at a glance saw the pot of pig knuckles still stewing on the stove, smelling the fragrance, and didn't feel the index finger moved.
"Ah, I saw it, it's still simmering on the stove."
"The pigsty—don't touch—"
When the cook saw the fat lady going to serve the pot, she was so frightened to stop her.
The fat woman was taken aback, "What's wrong? Why can't I move?"
"It's still short of fire."
The cook didn't want to tell the truth, after all the truth hurts, so she had to talk nonsense.
"Ah? How could it be possible? It's been a long time, I haven't learned it yet?"
"No one is chopping wood today, and the fire can't get up, so it cooks slowly. Forgive me, grandma."
Looking at the unnatural expression of the cook, the fat lady knew she was lying.
"Cook, although I have been spoiled since childhood, I still know how to stew meat. I know how to tell whether the meat in the pot is raw or cooked."
Without saying anything, she grabbed the chopsticks on the chopping board, opened the lid, and inserted the chopsticks into the meat. As a result, the chopsticks pierced the meat very easily.
"Cook, you lied, the meat is already well cooked. It's not at all because you owe it to fire."
The cook was choked and could not speak.
"Okay, this pig hand is ready to eat, I'll take it away."
After finishing talking, the fat lady picked up the pot and went out.
The cook panicked, and hurriedly stopped.
"Hey, grandma, you can't take this pig hand."
"What's the matter? I told you to stew this pork hand yesterday. Why can't I take it away?"
When the cook was nervous, she stuttered.
"I—this pig hand is for Xiao Cui."
The fat woman was so startled that she couldn't close her mouth, "Leave it for Xiao Cui? Are you crazy?"
"Young grandma, don't be angry. This is not what I meant, but grandma. Grandma said that Xiao Cui is weak and needs to make up for it."
"Xiao Cui mend her body? Mother cook, are your brain flooded? Xiao Cui is just a maid. Why does she eat pigs' knuckles to mend her body?"
"This is what grandma meant. Specifically, don't ask so much."
The cook grabbed the pot from the fat woman's hand, and the hot soup splashed on her hand, making her gritted her teeth.