"Jian Jian also misses grandma, grandma, give me a hug."
As Zhuo Jian spoke, she opened her arms and hugged the old lady.
Fu Yanye walked over, frowned when he saw that scene, and sat down diagonally across from them.
The two women reluctantly let go of each other. Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry for scaring you last time, but you will always be my grandma."
"Fool, there is something wrong with grandma too. Grandma knows that that boy has wronged you, so she doesn't dare to see you."
The old lady touched Zhuo Jian's short hair, and it was all the way to the end. She was not used to it, so she sighed sadly, looked at Zhuo Jian's appearance, and whispered: "Look, how come you are so thin?"
?If you don’t eat more, my precious great-grandson will surpass you."
She was referring to the weight. Zhuo Jian couldn't help laughing after hearing this, "That will take a few years."
The little boy grew up very quickly. Chengcheng had good genes and grew much faster than other children, but Zhuo Jian didn't realize that he was so thin. After all, he weighed more than eighty pounds.
"A few years is just a blink of an eye. Do you think it will last a long time?"
The old lady reminded her.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, anyway, last year was quite a long time.
It lasted, like several long centuries.
During that time, every second seemed like years to her.
But you can't tell this to an old lady.
"Then I'll eat more and gain weight so that Chengcheng won't catch up with me so quickly. But grandma, if I get too fat, it won't look good on camera."
Zhuo Jian coquettishly complained to her grandma.
The old lady looked at her and said, "As for you, no matter how fat you are, how can you get fatter? These two thin arms combined are not as thick as your husband's."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was a little unhappy when she heard the mention of her husband.
Fu Yanye stared at her with his dark eyes. It had been a long time since she was so coquettish in front of him.
It had been so long that the last time she spoke to him so squeamishly seemed like a lifetime ago.
Fu Yanye felt extremely itchy, but he could only sit on the sidelines and watch.
Being able to only watch but not move is the biggest punishment for him.
"I heard that your ankle is not healed yet. Can grandma take you to see an old Chinese medicine doctor? Grandma knows a very famous old Chinese medicine doctor. He cured my rheumatism."
The old lady coaxed her nicely, fearing that she would not want to go.
Zhuo Jian was curious as to how grandma knew that her ankle was bad.
But thinking about him touching it last night, I guessed that he should have told grandma.
"Grandma, I'm not free recently, how about a later date?"
Zhuo Jian requested.
"Later? When is that? Next week?"
The old lady glanced at Fu Yanye and knew he disagreed when she saw his serious expression, so she asked Zhuo Jian again.
"Well, let's talk about it next week. The medicine I'm making now is actually prescribed by a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor. It's actually much better now, so you don't have to worry."
"Is that so? What kind of old Chinese doctor is he? What's his name? I won't worry if you don't tell me."
The old lady asked her again.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, only remembering the family name, and replied: "The surname Li seems to have been passed down from my grandmother. Their family all studied Chinese medicine. Although they live in K City, their reputation is well-known throughout the country."
"Madam, my name is Li Yunqi."
Chang Xia happened to go to give her ginger syrup and replied.
"Li Yunqi? If this person is a middle-aged man in his forties, I have heard of it. Indeed, his family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine."
When the old lady said this, she glanced at her grandson, fearing that he wouldn't believe it.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes after hearing the old lady's confirmation, K city.
How many things did Sheng Xin do to her on his behalf?
When Fu Yanye looked up at Zhuo Jian again, his eyes were particularly sharp.