Death

"No need. This dish is very simple." Ye Muyu was worried that the oil would splatter on the child's face and hurt her.

Chu Ziluo rubbed her chin. "Mother and Aunt Hu shouldn't touch water, so I'll wash the dishes then."

"Mother, I'll wash the dishes with Nenya later." This time, Chu Ziluo was very loud.

Ye Muyu thought for a while and didn't refuse. "Sure. It just so happens that I haven't seen your dishwashing skills in a while."

"Mother, do you need any skills to wash the dishes? Before you recover from your injuries, washing the dishes will be my job." Chu Ziluo patted her chest and acted like a little adult.

Ye Muyu nodded with a smile and was about to praise the child...

"Madam, something bad has happened in the village." Madam Hu's voice suddenly sounded from outside.

"What?" Ye Muyu's heart skipped a beat and she frowned.

She looked up at the door and saw Madam Hu walking in with big strides.