"Huh? Miss Duanmu?"

She was standing at the top of the stairs. The fat aunt happened to wipe the table with a rag. Seeing her, she walked over with the rag and asked with a smile, "I haven't rested yet, why did I get down?"

Duanmu Yawang heard what Cai said just now. She didn't know if she wanted to talk about her purpose of coming down, but she was sticky and really uncomfortable. "I sweated a little while practicing, and my clothes were uncomfortable to stick, so..."

"Want to take a bath?"

The fat aunt quickly understood, and waved her hand: "If you want water to take a bath, just tell us, and why don't you run down yourself? You go back to the room and wait, there is boiling water in the pot, I Now I will bring you two buckets up."

While talking, he threw the rag in his hand and walked to the room.

Duanmuya stared blankly.

The fat aunt seemed to be very kind to her.

"Fat aunt, no, I can just mention it myself." She recovered, and quickly went downstairs and chased after her. "In this weather, I don't need a hot bath, I just wash it with cold water."

The fat aunt didn’t listen, “It’s not good for girls to bathe in cold water. I tell you, no matter what the weather, girls should bathe in hot water, so they won’t get sick when they are old.”

While they were talking, they had already returned to the kitchen.

Duanmu Yawang also saw the man standing still in the kitchen.

Obviously, the man was very angry when he heard their conversation. When he saw Duanmu Yawang, he became even more angry. He turned aside his eyes with disgust and confronted the fat aunt: "We want hot water or not, why does she want you? Just give it?"

The fat aunt ignored him and lifted the lid of the largest pot in the kitchen. The clear water in it was steaming, and she scooped it into the bucket one by one.

Duanmu Yawang was a little cramped: "Fat aunt, I really don't need hot water..."

"Ah, this..."

Suddenly the voice of a man rang from the other side. Duanmuya looked around and saw a middle-aged man who was tall, tall and big, with a stout body, and no stubble next to her ears. Her eyes were piercing. There is a god, the frowning look is very fierce, and the eyes can scare the crying child.

However, Duanmu Yawang felt that the man did not match his appearance. He glanced at her, then stood on one side with his hands and feet helplessly lowered his head.

Duanmu Yawang nodded to him: "Fat aunt's husband, I am Duanmu Yawang, I can take care of it."

"Eh, eh, eh."

The man was even more cramped, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, he could say a lot before, but now he opened his mouth with a good opportunity, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"The old stuttering problem is committed again."

The fat aunt spit out cheerfully. While scooping the water, she looked at Duan Muya: "He has a dumb mouth. Don't laugh at him, Miss Duanmu. Just call him strong uncle."

"okay."

When talking to the man before, Uncle Zhuang seemed to speak sharply, not stuttering at all.

No, Uncle Strong?

Duanmu Yawang remembered the word the fat aunt had said, smacked his tongue, still a little bit to laugh.

Fat aunt and strong uncle?

That talent actually gave people such a nickname?

But... it seems pretty vivid?

"You treat me as dead, don't you?"

When the man saw the three of you, he was talking one by one, but no one paid attention to him. He was so angry that he almost jumped his feet. His eyes became fierce: "Our teachers have never shy away from such a shame before. Dare to underestimate us, I..."

"Three brothers."

Before the man's words were finished, the cold beauty's cold voice came from behind the door, "Why are you here to get hot water for so long?"

When the man saw that Leng Meiren had come down in person and had to enter the kitchen, he felt a little distressed. I'll pick it up for you after a while."

I don't know if it was the reason for this. Leng Meiren really didn't come in. She stood in the door wearing a snow skirt and scanned everything in the kitchen coldly.

She glanced at Duanmu Yawang, and quickly moved her gaze away as if nothing, and finally stared at the two buckets of water next to the fat aunt, and said lightly: "Okay, I'm waiting upstairs, I'll go upstairs first. "

After that, turn around and leave.

The man looked at her back and swallowed what he was about to say.

As soon as the woman went upstairs, the fat aunt scooped up two buckets of water. She was very strong. The two buckets were full. She held a bucket in her hand and looked up at Duanmu Ya and smiled: "Miss Duanmu, you also go upstairs. Well, the temperature of the water is just right, and there is no need to pour cold water, I will send it up right now."

Duan Muya looked over and walked over: "It just so happens that I want to go upstairs, one person and one bucket."

"Eh, how can this work."

Standing on one side, the man with a small sense of existence grinned, separated Duanmu Yawang, prevented her from reaching out the bucket, and said to the fat aunt: "Send it up quickly, don't let it grind."

Not only was the fat aunt not angry, but she kept nodding her head with a smile, "Okay, I'll send it up."

After that, carrying two buckets of water, he almost walked out of the kitchen.

Duanmu Yawang's strength was not small at first, so she was taken aback for a while.

The man became even more angry, "I want these two buckets of water. You can make a price. As long as you send them to my junior sister's room, I can give them as much as possible."

"To shut up!"

Uncle Zhuang's face was impatient, and his eyebrows were vertical: "No matter how wordy, I will throw you all out of the inn. If you are torn to pieces by people outside, I won't care about you."

"You dare to threaten me?"

The man laughed angrily, and stared at the strong uncle mockingly: "It's just a poor family who has stayed in Seventy Street for a lifetime. Don't think that you are amazing. Believe it or not, I can't stand up with just one finger? "

Uncle Zhuang is not afraid: "You can also give it a try."

Duanmu Yawang's mouth widened when he heard it. This man looked at his background and his aura was good. Uncle Zhuang was from Seventy Street. Where could the courage come from to fight with others?

She thought about it, and the fat aunt who was about to go up the stairs said in a bad mood: "Man, what are you talking about with others, quickly clean up and go back to the room to rest."

Uncle Zhuang frowned when he heard that, his hostility disappeared instantly, and he really stopped confronting the man. He bowed his head and began to tidy up the washed pots, bowls and dishes.

The disregarded man was so angry that his lips were white, and he was almost dizzy.

Duanmu Yawang was very curious, why didn't the man take action?

Is it so tolerable?

Uncle Zhuang cleaned up and saw that Duanmu Yawang was still standing. He hesitated for a moment. His voice was deliberately lowered, but still a little bit fierce: "Fat aunt has gone up. You are still here. Who will open the door for her?"

"Oh!"

A word to awaken the dreamer, Duanmu Yawang only then remembered this, and hurriedly ran after him.

The third floor is not close.

Duan Muya looked up to the intersection on the third floor and saw that the fat aunt had already carried two buckets of water, and almost walked to the middle of the corridor.

She was about to speak when a room nearby opened the door.

Duanmu Ya looked at it, and it turned out to be a cold beauty.

Leng Meiren also saw Duanmu Yawang, but only glanced at her, and quickly shifted her gaze to the fat aunt, and said coldly: "It's too slow, let's get water in."

Duan Muya raised her eyebrows, but the fat aunt didn't seem to hear Leng Meiren's words at all. She didn't look at her or reply, she just lifted the water towards the end of the corridor.

Leng Mei frowned, "What do you mean?"

"..."

No one answered her, Duanmu Yawang hurried to catch up. When she was catching up, the fat aunt happened to come to the door of her room.

She took a breath, "Fat aunt, you are so strong, you can walk so fast with two buckets of water on the floor."

The fat aunt smiled happily, "What's this, fat aunt, I'm used to rough work. With four buckets of water as big, I can walk so fast."

Duanmu Yawang opened the door seriously, only when she was joking.

The door opened, and Duanmu Yawang and Fat Aunt were about to carry water in. A figure swept past, blocking them in one fell swoop.

A fresh fragrance, a snow suit, almost intoxicating breath.

It's a cold beauty.

She stared at both of them arrogantly, and said coldly to the fat aunt: "This water, take it to my room."

The fat aunt's swollen eyes narrowed, as if she could barely see the line, she was about to speak. At this time, Duanmu Yawang opened the door of the next room.

The opening of the door was obvious, and everyone looked in that direction.

Xiao Wuzheng shook his fan, suave, and Qi Yuxuanang's figure appeared in the sight of the three of them.