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"Really? Didn't you lie to grandma?"

Tang Dabao shook his head like a rattle. "I didn't lie to grandma. What I said is true!"

"Then why don't you say Guoguo is allowed to cover it?"

Tang Dabao hesitated for a long time and couldn't say why. Mrs. Tang was not in a hurry. He gave him time to think about it.

Finally, Tang Dabao simply lowered his head and played with his fingers.

"I can't say why? Dabao, once this person tells a lie, he needs to think about a lot of lies to come true. It takes more effort, doesn't it? Once you get used to lying, no one will want to believe it again. Now you say it again, have you bullied you?"

Tang Dabao looked at Tang Guo and lowered his head quickly. Mrs. Tang asked again, and then he shook his head low, "No."

"Very good, then tell me what happened to you and Guoguo just now?"

Tang Dabao muttered, "I want to drink that bowl..."

"Be louder, grandma can't hear you clearly!"

Tang Dabao frowned, stood up and ran out, "You are not my grandma! You are so biased! Tangguo has so many delicious food. What can I do if I drink another bowl of sesame fried noodles?

With that, he ran out, and there was no shadow.

Tang Guo looked at the whole process without interrupting a word. She could see that Mrs. Tang had the intention to put aside some of Dabao's bad ideological habits, "Grandma, don't worry, take your time!"

Mrs. Tang sighed, "That's all I can do!"

In the past, she used to worry about the food and clothing at home. The children had a wife, and they didn't dare to mess around. Now that her wife is gone, her words are more and more useless.

Tang Guo wanted the old lady to be happy. He remembered her sweet dumplings and quickly said, "Grandma, I'll bring you the sweet dumplings!"

"Are you really sending sweet dumplings? I didn't feel very comfortable when I ate during the Spring Festival. I specifically told your mother yesterday. Don't call me to eat sweet dumplings today. I'll let you go there again!"

Tang Guo smiled and pinched the old lady's shoulder through the thick clothes. "It's okay to keep it warm tomorrow. We eat well, but grandma can't eat it. I feel sorry!"

"Grandma, just sit here and wait for me!"

With that, she turned around and ran out.

Dapeng was no longer outside. Tang Guo thought about it and ran to his house. "Grandma, is Dapeng at home?"

Wang Hua was basking in the sun in the yard and sewing insoles by the way. Hearing Tang Guo's voice, she quickly raised her head, "No, it's like a monkey. You can't go home until dinner! Is Guoguo looking for him to play? Where is the bustle, where you go, you can definitely find him!"

Tang Guo has seen the basket on the table, "Grandma, it's okay. I'm just here to get my basket. It contains sweet dumplings for my grandma. There were so many people outside just now that it's not easy to go. I'm afraid of spilling it. Let Dapeng carry it for me!"

Wang Hua followed Tang Guo's hand and really had a basket and waved, "This boy! Guoguo, you can carry it! Is it heavy? Do you need grandma to help you?

Tang Guo shook his head and refused, "Thank you, grandma, it's not heavy! Goodbye, grandma!"

She left with the basket.

Wang Hua looked at Tang Guo's clever back and thought of the farce just now. She couldn't help sighing. If only Mrs. Tang's son and grandson were so worry-free!