Before she could finish her sentence, I took the initiative to carry the bag she brought upstairs.
Then I contacted the professional organizing team to come to the villa and arrange all the valuable items inside the vacant room on the third floor and lock it up.
The refrigerator was emptied in advance when it was decided to repair the garden, and there were only two apples left inside.
After seeing off the organizer, I would also tidy up and get ready to go to work.
Mom looked anxious and asked, "Monica, when do you get off work? I will cook and wait for you to come back and eat."
Even though she knew there would be no water or electricity, she still said these insincere polite words.
I tidied up and put on my watch, looked up at her, and said, "You don't have to wait for me, just eat yourself. Whether I come back tonight or not depends on the overtime situation."
After speaking, I grabbed the car keys and went out.
I didn't laugh until I drove out of the neighborhood.
The only food in the whole villa was two apples she didn't like, and even the drinking water was locked on the third floor.
The next day at noon, I brought a lunch box back to the villa.