Back at the courtyard, Mr. Luo was talking to the two with serious expressions.

Seeing the two of them coming, he stopped talking.

The two of them noticed it and followed it to Cheng Dong.

Cheng Dong seemed to be ready, and before the two of them could speak, he smiled and said, "I'll put down the things and come."

The two of them looked at him and put down the fruits and vegetables. When he came closer, they said, "Old Luo, say goodbye."

Old Luo nodded slightly, and when the three of them left, he sighed softly.

"What's going on?"

Lin Miao looked confused.

"It's okay," Mr. Luo said in a low tone, shook his head and went back to the house.

Lin Miao pursed the corners of her lips.

Neither he nor the other two looked like they were fine.

She returned to the house and was restless no matter how she thought.

Until noon, Mr. Luo did not come out to have a meal. She took a few bites casually and then turned to the kitchen.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat," she made the soup with a slow fire and brought it to the house.

"Why did you do it yourself?" Because he didn't eat, Mr. Luo's sense of smell was particularly sensitive.

When you smell the fragrance of medicine, you will know that it was from Lin Miao.

"I'm so idle every day," she smiled and said, "Try it and see if my skills have declined."

Mr. Luo couldn't resist it, so he had to squeeze the spoon and drink it.

I just took a few sips and put them down.

Looking at Mr. Luo’s depression, Lin Miao said, “Because of Cheng Dong?”

Mr. Luo sighed, his face getting heavier.

"What the hell is going on?"

Mr. Luo looked at her and hesitated for a while before saying, "You will hear this matter, and you can't pass it on to others."

Lin Miao nodded quickly.

Mr. Luo glanced outside, lowered his voice and said, "There are several old guys like me who follow me."

"It's just that when outsiders can't see it, they don't know."

"But they all obeyed the orders of special assistants, Xiao Cheng transferred them out a few days ago."

"What's wrong with this?"

Lin Miao doesn't understand.

Since you obey orders, shouldn’t you just obey orders?

Mr. Luo shook his head.

"Silly kids, it's true that those people are sent to him, but that has a prerequisite, not something that can be used casually."

The forest and seedlings stagnate.

Get it here.

Those people followed Mr. Luo, so of course they also worked for him.

I think Cheng Dong asked them to do something else.

"What will happen to him?"

Mr. Luo shook his head.

This situation has never happened before, and there is no previous example to see what to do.

Almost subconsciously, Lin Miao had a bad premonition.

"Grandpa, can't you help?"

Mr. Luo looked at her, and a moment of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Lin Miao blinked and it became vaguely clear.

Perhaps Mr. Luo is not unable to speak any words, but he will probably have to pay a considerable price to complete this matter.

Lin Miao pursed her lips slightly and got up and went out.

Mr. Luo looked at her back and turned to the bowl of soup.

The fine white porcelain bowl is embossed with simple and simple patterns. This is because he does not like flamboyance and hates fancy things. Cheng Dong specially asked someone to bring it from elsewhere.

The chopsticks are the imitation ivory chopsticks he was worried that long-term use would breed bacteria, and they were afraid that it would be too heavy and that it was inconvenient for him to use them.

There is also the tablecloth, which was found by him after several attempts.

To make him stay more comfortable.

He slowly looked around the room.

Every piece of artifact here was found by Cheng Dong in every way, in order to satisfy his feelings, make him feel better, and take care of his body in disguise.

That night, another person came to report.

When Lin Miao learned that he was here to take over Cheng Dong's work, he pursed his lips even tighter.

But she can't control this kind of thing.

Even if she was anxious, she had no choice.

Time flies, two days.

There is no news about Chengdong for a long time.

Mr. Luo has never come out either.

Until early morning of the third day, Lin Miao got up and saw Mr. Luo walking back and forth in the yard.

She stood by the window and looked for a while before she walked out.

"grandfather."

"Get up," Mr. Luo greeted and continued to pace.

Lin Miao nodded and went to the kitchen to serve porridge and side dishes.

"Grandpa, have a meal."

Mr. Luo sat down and took the bowl handed over by Lin Miao.

Seeing him drinking porridge in big mouthfuls, Lin Miao felt a little relieved.

Seeing Mr. Luo not eating well these days, she also blamed herself for not being able to force others to do anything.

After all, Mr. Luo is old, and if there is something, she will be really to blame.

"Eat quickly, it's going to be cold," Mr. Luo took two sips of porridge, and saw Lin Miao looking at him for a moment, then signaled.

Lin Miao agreed with a smile and picked up the bowl.

After dinner, Mr. Luo wandered around the yard and went back to the house.

Not long after, he came out in formal outfit.

"Grandpa, you are," Lin Miao asked in surprise.

"Go to meet old friends," Lao Luo smiled and signaled the new Xiaoyuan to drive over.

Lin Miao sent him to the door, "Will you come back for lunch?"

"Depending on the situation," Lao Luo smiled and clapped her hands, "I'm easy to pass on, don't worry, just take care of yourself."

Lin Miao watched him get into the car before closing the door.

It was almost noon and the door was snapped.

Lin Miao went over and opened the door, and saw Lao Luo coming in angrily.

"This is," Lin Miao failed to stop Mr. Luo who rushed back to the room, and could only look at Xiaoyuan in surprise.

Xiaoyuan smiled bitterly and shook her head, helping to close the door.

Lin Miao went to the kitchen.

When he heard that Mr. Luo was back, the chef immediately became anxious.

Because there are few people today, Lin Miao wants to eat hand-rolled noodles again, so the chef only chops the filling and makes the sauce.

"Don't worry, just add some diced potatoes or something," Lin Miao sniffed.

Smelling the smell of meat sauce around her floating around, her saliva was about to fall.

"It's better to stir-fry two dishes," said the chef.
To be continued...