Why don't you accept it?
They were really concerned about him.
Although the way to care, may not be his favorite, but their concern is the truth, not miserable a little impurity and false.
Then shouldn't he thank them?
Does it make sense then for them to accept his thanks?
So, why didn't she accept it!
The old lady thought rightfully.
Mrs. Murphy, however, looked at her with some uneasiness, her eyes asking: Old lady, did you really not hear that the young master's thanks were not sincere at all?
What kind of person says thank you is gnashing of teeth ah.
Just the young master's thanks, a look is deliberately mocking well.
Mrs. Murphy winked at Mrs. Murphy and replied: It doesn't matter if he is sincere or not, what is important is that he says thank you, then we have to accept it, just assume he is sincere.
"......" Mrs. Murphy uh-huh, ran out of words and could only smile awkwardly at Jared.
Jared took in the interaction between the two older women just now and could see what the two wives were exchanging.
Honestly, he was a little stunned at the old lady's thick skin.
He just said that on purpose, saying it was a thank you, but it wasn't at all.
But his grandmother accepted his thanks, which gave him a fire with no place to send, as if a punch in the air, all the fire wilted at once.
He wanted to say something else later, but didn't know where to start.
In the back, Amber naturally saw that the old lady was doing it on purpose and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
It was like she knew where Jared got his thick skin from.
This look is genetic well.
Amber held her forehead and shook her head in amusement.
"Forget the rest, I'd like to know right now which ingredients were used to make the boil." Jared rubbed his temples.
Mrs. Murphy's mouth opened as if she was hesitating.
But then thought of what he promised to tell him, after taking a breath, whispered back: "In fact, there is no use of any strange materials, mainly deer antler ah, cow whip ah and so on ......"
The cattle prod, was spoken in an extraordinarily low voice by Mrs. Murphy, so low as to be almost inaudible.
But it didn't matter, Jared could be sure that Mrs. Murphy was deliberately speaking in such a whisper, deliberately blurring the words.
She made it a point to do so, obviously not wanting him to know exactly what it was.
However, he preferred to know, otherwise his heart always will not be satisfied.
"What, Mrs. Murphy, speak clearly." Jared reminded with a wrinkled brow.
Mrs. Murphy looked at him and then at the curious Amber, and had no choice but to close her eyes hard and increase her voice, "It's a cattle prod, old lady, let's run!"
After saying that, pulling the old lady to take advantage of Jared and Amber's dumbfounded moment, she quickly walked out of the gazebo and escaped.
In the gazebo, Amber was the first to come back from the daze, looking at the man standing there still did not react, still look dumb and doubtful of life, no longer can not hold back, haha laugh out loud.
There's no way around it, it's just too funny.
I can't believe it's a bullwhip!
What is a bullwhip, that is, of course, the genitals of a cow.
Jared actually drank soup made from a cow's genitals, which was probably the first time in his life.
"Hahahaha ......" Amber laughed so hard that she covered her stomach and laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes.
Jared heard her laugh and finally came back to his senses, his handsome face a red burst of black, like a palette, extraordinarily funny.
He turned around, his eyes sunken as he looked at the woman sitting on the stone bench who couldn't stop laughing, his voice hoarse, "What are you laughing at?"
He asked knowingly.
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