"Why don't you worry? He is already twenty-five. When your grandfather was as old as your third uncle, you had a father."
No matter what kind of family the elders are, they all love to rush into marriage.
She always likes to compare herself with her children.
Yan Siyu's mouth twitched: "Can this be compared?"
"Why can't we compare? You are now in your senior year of high school and will go to college soon. You have less and less time at home, and your third uncle has even less time at home."
"If he can marry a wife and give me a grandson, won't I have someone to accompany me?"
Yan Siyu's eyes dimmed.
She is the only grandchild of the Yan family, the eldest lady, and she doesn't want a child to steal her attention.
However, Grandpa cannot know this.
"Grandpa, don't worry about the third uncle's affairs. Let's go in quickly to visit Grandpa Ming."
Yan Siyu held the old man's arm and simply diverted his attention.
When they entered, Mr. Ming was drinking the chicken soup given by Manshu.
The whole ward was filled with the strong smell of chicken soup.
Mr. Yan sniffed: "This chicken soup is so fragrant, it smells like an authentic old country hen."
"Haha...you old man, do you want to drink too?" When Ming Lao saw Mr. Yan, he was not surprised that he was greedy.
The two of them got together when they were young. When they were in the countryside, they even secretly caught old hens from fellow villagers.
The conditions were difficult at that time, so the two of them got a pot on the mountain and cooked chicken soup. The aroma still lingered on their bodies after drinking it.
After returning to the team, he was quickly discovered by the company commander and was punished to apologize to his fellow villagers.
Although the two of them gave money when they stole someone's chicken, this behavior is not good after all.
The two were also punished.
Others have carried guns together through revolutionary friendship, and they have stolen chickens together!
"What's wrong with wanting to drink?" Mr. Yan didn't blush at all and looked at Manshu, "Little girl, is there more chicken soup? Pour me a bowl too!"
Manshu looked at Ming Lao, the chicken soup was brought to Ming Lao.
Of course he has the final say.
Ming Lao looked proud: "Ahem, this chicken soup was given to me to drink. If you want to drink it, Lao Yan, go home and let your granddaughter make it for you!"
"What are you so proud of? She's not your granddaughter." Mr. Yan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
How could his granddaughter know how to make chicken soup?
"Ming Lao, I didn't make this chicken soup, my grandma made it."
Manshu interjected.
Yan Siyu on the other end was not very happy when he heard Mr. Ming compare Manshu with himself.
She didn't know how to explain, so she only looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, this chicken soup is too greasy. Uncle Tong said that your diet should be mainly light."
Yan Siyu saw the chicken soup in Ming Lao's bowl, with a layer of yellow oil floating on it.
"If it's something light or not, I'll just taste it." When it comes to something light, Mr. Yan is like a child, with a serious rebellious mentality.
"Little girl, pour me a bowl quickly. How can old man Ming drink it all by himself?"
Ming Lao just teased the old man, but now he naturally relaxed: "Pour it for him, pour it for him, look at his saliva dripping."
What kind of delicacies have these two old men never tasted?
It was just a bowl of chicken soup, and the two of them were competing for fun.
Mingyu went to find a bowl and came out. When Manshu poured chicken soup for Mr. Yan, he remembered that Yan Siyu just said that his diet should be mainly light.
So, she skimmed off the top layer of grease.
She stuffed the rest of the thermos bucket into Mingyu's hands.
"Mr. Ming, Mr. Yan, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."