"No, your pronunciation is wrong, you should read it like this, watch my mouth."
"La..."
"Ma."
Suddenly a cold, deep voice interrupted.
The Old Lady shivered all over, her unfinished words swallowed back by a mouthful of cold air, and she looked at Deng Chan, who was standing not far away with her arms crossed, as if she'd seen a ghost. Surprisingly, she was the first to jump.
"Why are you wandering around and not sleeping in the middle of the night!"
"Why are you talking to a bird in the middle of the night instead of sleeping!"
Deng Chan squinted and asked coldly, "Did you teach it?"
The Old Lady's mouth was quick: "No! I'm watching a movie, you heard it wrong!"
Just that once, after being caught by Deng Chan, there was never any evidence of the Old Lady teaching the bird to talk, but she didn't live in the old house, so the Old Lady had plenty of time.
"Teaching it to call me an old lady is one thing, but how can you teach it to call my daughter-in-law ugly?"
