After hanging up the phone, Su Lu also fell asleep, thankfully not returning to that frantic nightmare.
She slept comfortably until ten in the morning when she was startled awake by a noise from outside.
"Clang!" A sound.
Su Lu's eyes snapped open in alarm, "What's going on?"
She quickly got out of bed and went to see what was happening.
There she saw Zhao Xiaole, looking guilty as he stood in the dining room, staring blankly at the stainless steel bowl on the floor.
Most of the contents from the stainless steel bowl had spilled out—it looked like minced meat...
"I'm sorry..." Zhao Xiaole said softly, "I spilled the minced meat, it wasn't intentional."
Behind him came Uncle Qiao's gentle, urgent voice from the kitchen; he quickly came out, "It's okay, it's okay! Are you hurt anywhere? The bowl is heavy, Uncle could have taken it."
"I just wanted to help out." Zhao Xiaole said quietly.
