"Don't worry, I won't let him die."
She wouldn't let the little devil die so easily.
The original master had been beaten and abused by him for seven or eight years before dying. She wanted the little devil to experience the pain the original master had endured for a few years.
She kicked Guo Xiaotao and said, "My dear son, go to the storage room and bring out some sweet potatoes. I'm planning to make baked sweet potatoes for lunch."
"I'm not going, you lowly woman. One day I'll get rid of you," the little devil glared at her defiantly.
"Oh, seems like you've got quite a backbone. Fine, if you don't go, then don't expect any lunch," Yuan Chun went to the storage room and dug out five sweet potatoes as big as bowls from a large soil basket.
Right in the yard, she dug a pit, wrapped the sweet potatoes in oil paper, and threw them in.
