CHAPTER 314: CHAPTER 314: THE PRICE OF FEEDING PIGS

Summer realized what the old lady meant—she wanted to eat the leftover dumplings from last night.

That’s exactly what she intended!

Summer sneered inwardly, but her face was gentle as she spoke, "The quickest thing would be the dumplings. I left last night’s uncooked ones in the fridge. Shall we have dumplings, Grandma?"

Old Madam Stanton snorted disdainfully, forcing herself to agree, "Alright! Dumplings it is!"

Summer nodded and headed towards the kitchen.

Soon, a bowl of steaming hot dumplings was ready.

Summer carried the dumplings out, and the old lady was already sitting sternly at the dining table, holding a pair of chopsticks.

She was confident in her culinary skills, and the old lady’s behavior wasn’t surprising. Summer pretended not to see the eagerness on the old lady’s face as she placed the dumplings on the table and asked, "Grandma, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Old Madam Stanton restrained herself from reaching for the chopsticks, impatiently saying, "Go feed the pigs! You know how to mix the feed, right? You’ve stayed in the countryside long enough, surely you’ve raised pigs before?"

"I can do that. I’ll head to the pigsty right now." Summer resisted clenching her fists, afraid the old lady might notice anything, and turned straight outside.

The old lady watched Summer’s retreating figure, snorting with disdain as she muttered to herself, "Luna Monroe, you look down on me, but isn’t your daughter still serving me tea, feeding the pigs, and cooking?"

The more the old lady thought about it, the happier she felt, making the dumplings taste even better.

She finished the dumplings meant for two people all by herself.

When Summer returned after feeding the pigs, the old lady was patting her belly, burping.

Summer glanced at the empty plate, her lips curling into an imperceptible smile.

Not long after, Henry Stanton also got up.

The three of them, along with the driver, prepared to set off back to Crestfall.

Just as they were about to leave, Dottie came over.

Old Madam Stanton immediately had a headache upon seeing Dottie and rudely told him to leave, "Didn’t I say it? We don’t have money to renovate your house! Go away!"

Dottie ignored the old lady and went straight to Summer.

Summer worried that Dottie might blurt out what she had said, her heart instantly tensing up.

Dottie said, "Sister, you said you’d play with me last night, but it was too late yesterday, I didn’t have time. When can you play with me again?"

Hearing this, Summer’s heart relaxed immediately.

Dottie was clever. He meant that it was too late yesterday, and he hadn’t collected enough information yet. He was asking when she could come back to get it.

Summer smiled and said, "I have to go back now, but when I have time, I’ll come find you to play. If I’m busy, I’ll ask other friends to play with you, okay?"

Neither Henry Stanton nor the old lady understood Summer and Dottie’s conversation, thinking she was simply arranging a playdate with him.

Dottie understood right away and nodded, saying, "Then I’ll wait for you to come play with me, okay? Goodbye, sister!"

He waved his hand, didn’t stop, and ran out after bumping into the old lady.

The old lady stumbled from the collision and cursed at Dottie’s back, "You disrespectful kid! Can’t you watch where you’re going?"

Dottie turned around, made a big face at the old lady, and ran away like a rabbit.

The old lady was furious, her face turning green, but she was too old to chase after him for a scolding.

It was Henry Stanton who comforted her, saying, "Mom, don’t argue with kids or get upset with yourself. Village kids don’t have much etiquette. Don’t take it to heart."

After saying that, Henry Stanton suddenly sensed something amiss and glanced at Summer guiltily.