Jiang Huizhi said that out of harsh words, but Uncle Hu said that out of pure desire for a fight.
Jiang Huizhi was inconvenienced, but she still grabbed the teacup placed in front of her and threw it at Uncle Hu. Uncle Hu immediately jumped up.
"You said you're a lunatic, didn't you just say one sentence? Believe it or not, I'm just lying on the ground right now, I, I, I, I'm blackmailing you!"
"Lie down, lie down for me now, and I will dig a hole and bury you right now!"
Jiang Huizhi didn't hit the old man because of what she said to him, but because she was already worried enough and she was angry that he was still talking crazy words here.
Meng Yao saw that the two old men were not only quarreling, but also moving their hands, and quickly went to break up the fight.
"Godmother, Godmother, calm down. Uncle Hu can't speak. Don't argue with him."
Jiang Huizhi waved her hand, "I would have been angry to death hundreds of times if I argued with him!"
"Who is the person who attacked your godfather? Is there any news about him?"
Meng Yao shook his head and said, "Senior brother Cheng Qi has gone to deal with it, and there should be news soon. My godfather is protected by my brother's bodyguards, so godmother doesn't need to worry."
Jiang Huizhi couldn't help but sigh.
She was not worried about anything else, but that people from Kyoto would make trouble.
If that were the case, it would be troublesome.
"Godmother!"
Meng Yao held Jiang Huizhi's hand, "My godfather is fine. Now that I have told you about this, we are already prepared and we will definitely be fine in the future. You don't have to worry. I will help you to rest, okay?"
Jiang Huizhi was worried to no avail now, so she let Meng Yao support her and returned to the house.
Meng Yao comforted Jiang Huizhi for a few more words before coming out.
When he came out of the house, Uncle Hu was so angry that he pinched his beard and said nothing.
Meng Yao walked over and tilted her head to stare at him, but he tilted his head and ignored her.
Meng Yao chuckled and walked around again, reaching out and grabbing Uncle Hu's beard, "Uncle Hu, why are you so angry? My godmother is a patient and you made her angry. Why can't she lose her temper?"
"I am also a patient. I want to lose my temper, but I haven't lost my temper yet!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of patient are you? You're in great shape, you eat deliciously, and you can do more things than a young man in his twenties or thirties."
"What did you say?"
Uncle Hu thought it was pleasant to listen to at first, but then he felt something was wrong, and his brows suddenly stood up.
"You think I can do it?"
"I said Uncle Hu is full of energy. Don't get it wrong, Uncle Hu!"
Uncle Hu grunted, grunted angrily.
Meng Yao couldn't help but tugged Uncle Hu's beard, "Otherwise, Uncle Hu will take out his anger on me. I'm a thick-skinned person, so I can bear the curse!"
"Go, go, do you think my old man likes to lose his temper or something?"
Uncle Hu curled his lips in dissatisfaction. He was no longer as angry as before, and Meng Yao immediately laughed.
"Uncle Hu, please sit down for a while. I'll buy some grapes and pomegranates and wash them for you to eat!"
Uncle Hu sat down, but he was nagging, "What grapes should I buy? There are so many grapes in my yard, not enough for you to eat?"
Meng Yao had heard what Uncle Hu was talking about. When he heard him talking about the grapes in his yard, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Uncle Hu, I'm afraid you have never tasted the taste of the grapes in your yard. They are sour and astringent. They are not at all...
can not eat!"
"Nonsense, it just hasn't matured yet. It will be sweeter when it matures!"
Meng Yao puffed up his cheeks without leaving any trace.
Uncle Hu is a liar. His godmother told him that the grapes in his yard were inedible because they would make his teeth sore. She asked him to cut them, but he refused.
Meng Yao washed the grapes he bought and gave some to his godmother who was lying in the house.
The grapes were quite sweet, but Jiang Huizhi stopped eating them after a few, saying her mouth was sour after eating.
When they came out, a large branch of the washed grapes was eaten by Uncle Hu.
"Uncle Hu, is it delicious?"
"so so!"
Uncle Hu was still adamant, so he smacked his lips and ate it happily.
Meng Yao washed her hands and wiped them with a handkerchief. The handkerchief belonged to her partner and she originally wanted to return it to him. After confirming the relationship, she used it herself.
"Uncle Hu, I have to go home, please watch my godmother!"
Uncle Hu spit out the grape skin and couldn't help but hum, "She was so powerful when she hit people just now. I don't think she did anything at all. What are you looking at?"
Meng Yao knew that Uncle Hu was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he agreed.
She smiled at him and wanted to leave, but Uncle Hu opened his mouth and called him out: "Wait a minute."
"Your apprentice is wasting things in the kitchen again. He seems to have cooked a lot of food. You go and look at it and take home what you can eat. If you cook more than you can finish, it is a waste!"
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Hu!"
Meng Yao gave Uncle Hu a thumbs up, put the things he bought in the house, and ran away quickly.
Uncle Hu was sitting on a chair, shaking his legs and eating grapes, looking very leisurely.
Liu Yishou did make a lot of things, and so many ingredients. On the one hand, it was to take care of Uncle Hu's diet, and on the other hand, it was for Liu Yishou to practice. This was Liu Yishou's condition for agreeing to be a private chef.
Liu Yishou made what Meng Yao had made in the morning again. The steamed dumplings were restored to nine points, but the porridge he cooked didn't feel right.
This brings him back to the problem he was struggling with before, what is the reason?
With this entanglement, Liu Yishou cooked a lot of porridge, eight-treasure porridge, millet porridge, meat porridge, white fungus and lotus seed porridge. He cooked so much that he almost opened a porridge shop, but he didn't research it yet.
When Meng Yao came over, Liu Yishou looked at her with numbness and hesitated to speak.
Meng Yao knew that he was confused again.
After saying that he would bring some food, he originally thought that Liu Yishou would ask her questions, but unexpectedly he just quietly helped her pack her things, sent her out respectfully, and then went back to continue to struggle.
Just, great.
Jiang Wenlei drove Meng Yao back in his car, and when he got back, he showed Meng Yao the place where Qi Boyan bought it.
Right at the entrance of the village, it used to be a field. Qi Boyan bought it before it was sown.
At this moment, several people are measuring the place, spreading lime, and making simple designs.
Meng Yao didn't go to see it for the time being, and went to find Liu Cuihua with his lunch box.
Liu Cuihua was pulling a trolley and grinding beans in the wheat field.
It rained all night, and then cleared up the next day. The beans did not become moldy. They dried in the sun for two days and made a squeaking sound when they were ground.
The trolley was too light, and there were several large rocks placed on it. It seemed very laborious for Liu Cuihua to pull it.
Meng Yao found the person and ran over carrying the lunch box.
"mother!"
When Liu Cuihua heard Meng Yao's voice, her hands relaxed.
She was also tired, so she put the trolley down, took the towel around her neck, and wiped the sweat from her face.
"Why did you come back at this point?"
"I'm here to bring food to my mother!"
Meng Yao raised the lunch box in his hand.
Everything in Uncle Hu's kitchen is very exquisite. This retro wooden lunch box with carved patterns looks particularly exquisite.
Liu Cuihua waved her hand as soon as she saw it, "What to eat? I've had breakfast, take it and take it!"