Meng Yao didn't expect that Uncle Hu would come running.
She fried a plate of peanuts, there was mung bean cake on the table, and ate it with sour plum soup in the yard, leaving Qi Boyan alone to work in the kitchen filled with fireworks.
When I saw Uncle Hu pushing the door open and coming in, I almost choked, "Uncle, why are you here?"
"Okay, you lied to me and said your foot was injured, but you were obviously stealing good food!"
Meng Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed at his injured foot.
"My feet are swollen like steamed buns, and I'm still lying to you?"
Uncle Hu pinched his beard and walked over with great power. He was still aggressive at first, but when he saw Meng Yao's feet, he immediately started laughing.
"I just said that you little girl can't lie to me. As soon as I heard that you were injured, I immediately ran to see you. Isn't that interesting?"
Uncle Hu is indeed quite interesting, but...
"Uncle, can you come to see someone with nothing?"
Uncle Hu's beard immediately started to blow, "Who said I came empty-handed?"
Uncle Hu pulled up a chair and sat down. He rummaged through his cross-body bag and found a bottle of medicine.
"Hey, this is for you. The medicine that Old Man Sun gives is specially designed to treat bruises. Apply it for a few days and your feet will be fine!"
"I have tried it, and the effect is particularly good!"
Meng Yao naturally believed what Uncle Hu said. Her mother-in-law Liu Cuihua applied plaster and did not complain about her back pain for the past two days.
She took it with bright eyes, "Uncle Hu, you still have such a good thing!"
"I have so many good things!"
Uncle Hu and Old Man Sun have been dealing with each other for so many years. There may be nothing else but the fact that he has extracted a lot of medicines from him, including all kinds of medicines.
Uncle Hu didn't tell Meng Yao this,
Looking at the fried golden peanuts and mung bean cake, I was eager to try them, but when I saw Meng Yao only focusing on the bottle of medicine, his eyes were dissatisfied.
"You said, you little girl, I came all the way to see you, but you didn't even know how to let me go, you only knew how to eat by yourself. You are really unreliable!"
Meng Yao's mouth twitched and he pushed the plate toward Uncle Hu, "I thought you wouldn't be polite, uncle!"
Uncle Hu hummed, pinched a peanut and threw it into his mouth. As soon as he ate it, he felt that it was time to bring a bottle of wine.
This is a great dish to go with wine.
He stretched out his hand to squeeze the mung bean cake, but when he looked closer, he saw that the flat mung bean cake lacked a bit of beauty, which made him doubt whether the mung bean cake was made by Meng Yao?
He didn't even have time to look at the mung bean cakes Jiang Wenlei sent before.
Uncle Hu couldn't help pointing to the plate and asked: "Little girl, this mung bean cake... did you make it?"
"Qi...Qi Boyan made it. Uncle, how do you like it?"
Meng Yao was very enthusiastic about the promotion, but when Uncle Hu heard that it was Qi Boyan who made it, he immediately lost interest.
"That big guy, he knows how to cook and eat, but little girl like you knows how to joke!"
I originally wanted to accuse Meng Yao of being immoral and fooling him with someone else's work, but when I saw her swollen feet, I swallowed my words again.
I couldn't help but pinch my beard and look at the sour plum soup in Meng Yao's bowl. When I saw it, my eyes widened again.
"He couldn't have made this sour plum soup, right?"
Meng Yao said helplessly: "I can endure it, I can endure it."
She wanted to explain that the villain's cooking was also delicious, but it didn't look very good. Uncle Hu didn't even taste it, so he dismissed the villain's cooking.
Uncle Hu became interested when he heard it was made by Meng Yao, "I'm anxious to see you. I haven't tasted any of the things you sent me. I deserve some of your sour plum soup!"
"Okay, okay, minute by minute!"
Meng Yao was looking around, wanting to call Qi Boyan to come over and pour sour plum soup for the uncle, but considering that he was busy, her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Wenlei coming over quietly.
"Brother Jiang, here, help me, take out the iced sour plum soup from the bucket!"
Jiang Wenlei walked over silently, taking two steps at a time.
However, Uncle Hu was not a fuel-efficient lamp either, so he quickly waved his hand to prevent him from approaching.
"What did you ask him to do? Leave this little thing to me!"
Uncle Hu, who had old arms and legs, was not convinced at all. He stood up from the chair, rolled up his sleeves and was about to do it.
Meng Yao looked at the uncle's legs and was really convinced, "Uncle, please slow down."
Uncle Hu took out the big clay pot from the bucket, carefully.
Meng Yao couldn't help but worry when he saw Uncle Hu struggling.
"Uncle, be careful not to break our jar!"
"I know, I know, hey, this thing is really heavy!"
He complained about the weight of the jar and glared at Jiang Wenlei when he went to help.
"Go away, I don't need you!"
Uncle Hu knew very well that one more person would divide things more, so he chased Jiang Wenlei mercilessly with a bluffing face.
Jiang Wenlei's eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat.
This is a familiar scene.
Jiang Wenlei held the bottom of the clay pot calmly, "Uncle, be careful not to drop the pot!"
"That's why you fell!"
Uncle Hu stared at him, but suddenly he staggered, so frightened that his beard stood up and down. Fortunately, Jiang Wenlei held him.
Meng Yao was also scared, "Uncle, if we really fall, then no one should drink. Just listen and let Brother Jiang do it!"
Although Uncle Hu blew his beard and glared unconvinced, he still gave the pot to Jiang Wenlei without forgetting to tell him.
"Slow down, be careful, and don't fall!"
Jiang Wenlei held it firmly with both hands, walked to the table in two steps, and put it down gently.
Uncle Hu immediately sat down and touched the cold clay pot, his eyes narrowed with joy.
This time, Jiang Wenlei was directly commanded, "Go get the bowl, quickly go get the bowl,"
Jiang Wenlei obediently turned around and went to get the bowl.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Qi Boyan coming out of the kitchen with a slightly cold face. He called out "Qi Gong" without changing his expression and continued walking to the kitchen.
If Qi Gong didn't stop him, he just assumed he didn't know Qi Gong's little thoughts.
Qi Boyan's eyes moved slightly, moving from Jiang Wenlei to Uncle Hu.
He didn't expect that Uncle Hu would come to the house.
Qi Boyan stepped over and called "Uncle" calmly. Uncle Hu immediately raised his palm.
"I came to see the little girl, not you. You pretended not to see me, and I pretended not to see you."
Uncle Hu still kept a respectful distance from Qi Boyan.
Meng Yao didn't know why the uncle and the villain were so incompatible, so he quickly pulled out a chair next to him and asked Qi Boyan to sit on it, "Sit, sit, sit down and rest."
But as soon as Qi Boyan sat down, she asked without giving any dignity: "Is the work done?"
Qi Boyan nodded and looked at Meng Yao with a smile on his face, "Is there anything else?"
Meng Yao instantly felt embarrassed by the question and scratched his face, "Well, take a rest first."
The way the two of them got along made Uncle Hu shake his head.
"Why are you so embarrassed, little girl? If you have anything to do, just let this big man do it and just order him around. Don't you see that people are happy with themselves?"
Meng Yao couldn't help but stare at Old Man Sun, wanting him to pay attention when he spoke.
What does it mean to do what one wants? It was obviously her rude order!
Uncle Hu was stared at, and his beard fluttered, "Why are you staring at me? I'm not wrong! If he is not happy, he will ask you if you have anything else, drive him away quickly, he is affecting my mood by sitting there
Got it!"
Meng Yao: "..."
Meng Yao secretly took a look at the villain's expression and was relieved when he didn't see any displeasure on his face.
In a blink of an eye, he glared at Uncle Hu fiercely again.
When you are in someone else's house, treat it as your own. Be careful that you will be kicked out later.
Jiang Wenlei brought the bowl over and put it on the table, one, two, three.
One is not too much, the other is not too little, and he just has his share.