Yan Jiajia stared at Yan Zhenzhen's back and bit her lip secretly: "Big brother, why did you say that grandfather only called her one?" ”

Yan Qing didn't think so much: "I don't know." It's fine that grandfather is fine. ”

"Big brother, I'll go to Huaqing Temple to pick up your younger brothers and sisters, they will make incense and go home today." Second Master Yan Zhonghe looked at Yan Bohe with a stiff and depressed expression, and slandered in his heart, who doesn't know that you deliberately brought Yan Zhenzhen back to please the old lady?

It's a shame that you think about it.

There is no show on the face.

Before leaving, he smiled and said a few words to Yan Sanye: "The old lady doesn't want to see our three sons, or the next generation." ”

"The second brother brought back the second sister-in-law, how about a few drinks in my house?" Yan Dahe held one hand behind his back, and twisted a string of rosewood Buddha beads in the other: "Big brother, do you have time to appreciate your face?" ”

"Not available!" Yan Bohe coldly dropped a sentence and shouted to Yan's mother: "Go back with me." ”

"But-" Mother Yan looked at the old lady's house with blank eyes, she wanted to wait for Yan Zhenzhen, but Father Yan was full of impatience, and she finally followed Father Yan out of Boyun Courtyard.

The rest of the people scattered in twos and threes.

The third lady of Yan Dai pulled Yan Huahua and said: "You also have to be closer to the old lady, you look at Yan Zhenzhen, it has only been a few days since she came back, and she hugged the old lady's leg." ”

"Mother, what do you say? The third sister is not what you think. Yan Huahua doesn't think that Yan Zhenzhen is a person who is good at flattery: "Besides——"

"Say what? You listen to me. When your third sister goes to Boyun Courtyard, you follow. Dai Shi refuted herself, seeing that Yan Zhenzhen in the big house was treated special by the old lady, she couldn't sit still at all.

Why?

Everyone gave birth to daughters, why is it that only Yan Zhenzhen of the big house monopolizes the favor of the old lady?

Dai's is also looking at the old lady's dowry, the royal dowry with red makeup, how valuable it must be!

In the room, Master Yan was leaning on a thick pillow, and Zhou Bo and Dr. Chen were standing aside. The old lady looked at Yan Zhenzhen with a smile: "Aren't you scared?" ”

Yan Zhenzhen nodded: "That battle, my grandfather lost it if I didn't see it with my own eyes, and as soon as I came, I was stuffed with this." She showed the handkerchief in her hand, and the leaves in the handkerchief.

Dr. Chen took it and sniffed it: "Moringa leaves, it's really a good thing to use for tear gas." ”

"It's not harmful to put it in the food to add a flavor."

"Grandfather, your headache is cured?" Yan Zhenzhen looked at Master Yan up and down, and saw that although his spirit was a little lower, his complexion was quite refreshing: "Uncle Che and Uncle Mo are about to cry, but I am not scared." I think my grandfather will live a long life. ”

"Hehehe, you're going to be flattering too." Master Yan nodded and said, "I didn't learn something good from them." ”

"Grandfather, what I said came from the bottom of my heart, you can say that you can move, you can box, you can eat several bowls of porridge, your body is very tough, but your teeth and mouth are a little bad, at most your stomach is not good to restrain yourself, where is the problem? If there is a problem, Dr. Chen will not be so comfortable playing with your chess pieces there. Yan Zhenzhen pointed to Dr. Chen's hand.

It turned out that Dr. Chen seemed to be standing on the side, but in fact, he was playing an unfinished chess game on the chessboard next to the bed.

"If it weren't for Dr. Chen, I might really have to use moringa leaves." Yan Zhenzhen was simply speechless, the old lady was pretending to be sick in the house, and the group of people outside was about to start playing filial piety.

It's really like a play, and it all depends on acting.

Master Yan looked at Yan Zhenzhen's fingers and smiled dumbly: "It turns out that you old thing caused me to break my work, I thought I was pretending to be very similar." ”

Doctor Chen said helplessly: "Next time you pretend to be sick, can you breathe in advance, I'm good at pretending." ”

"You! You hurry up and prescribe a few pairs of headache medicine and go. Master Yan waved his hand to Dr. Chen: "Ah Zhou, send Dr. Chen to write a prescription." ”

Uncle Zhou answered and made a gesture of please: "Doctor Chen, prescribe some more recipes for the old lady to consume food,"

"Sit down." Master Yan patted the low stool next to the bed: "Do you know, why did I make this one?" ”

"I don't know." Yan Zhenzhen replied neatly: "I only know that your old man was almost stuffed into the coffin by the filial sons and grandchildren. This kind of thing, do you have to pretend and act? You are not afraid of any unscrupulous descendants, who are afraid that you will swallow too slowly, so help you. ”

Master Yan didn't think it was a pestle at all, but laughed happily: "You will soon know why." ”

"Is this a sell-off? Or test me? Yan Zhenzhen sat down on the edge of the bed, tilted her head to look at Master Yan, the old lady smiled and smiled, her brows furrowed slightly.

This is really enduring the pain, and the old lady's headache is real.

"I'm going to call Dr. Chen back." Yan Zhenzhen stood up.

"Sit down!" Master Yan shouted, his brows furrowed slightly, and the wrinkles became tighter and tighter: "Doctor Chen has treated me for decades, how can he not know my situation?" ”

"Grandfather, I'd better go and call Dr. Chen back, okay? Do you know that you don't know how to be a doctor? Yan Zhenzhen saw that Master Yan was getting more and more painful, so she was anxious: "I still want you to be my backer, you are so desperate, how can you be my backer?" ”

She was going to find Dr. Chen, and Master Yan wanted to stop her, and this struggle made the pain even worse.

Where does Yan Zhenzhen dare to move?

Taishi Yan raised his hand to cover his forehead, and pointed at Yan Zhenzhen with one hand: "You said that I made such a big battle, what did you call you to come in?" Go back and think about it yourself, go back. ”

Yan Zhenzhen was speechless: "If I knew that I would have to act if I wanted to find my grandfather as a backer, I wouldn't be here yet, I wiped my eyes with that moringa leaf, and cried in the crowd." ”

"I've been eating the chef's cooking recently, and I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to eat your egg dumplings tomorrow morning, chrysanthemums made of shredded tofu, and a cage of gold and silver steamed buns." Master Yan covered his forehead and lay down, crying out in pain: "Go, go, wait until tomorrow morning when I am full, I will be cured." ”

"How dare I enter your small kitchen, you haven't heard, what evil, what unclean food, I won't do it!" Yan Zhenzhen twisted her head, got up and left.

Grandfather's out, she still has to digest it.

She originally thought that Yan Jiajia was good enough to act in a big play, but after this time, she knew that Yan Jiajia was just a novice who had just learned to hang her voice, and the group of talents in the courtyard just now were the ugly ones who had gathered.

The old lady is the one who holds the curtain behind the scenes of the opera garden.

said that she was leaving, and Yan Zhenzhen went straight into the small kitchen of Boyun Courtyard.

The two cooks were preparing the food.

Seeing Yan Zhenzhen, the two of them were overjoyed: "Third Miss, what are you going to do today?" Despite the commands of the small ones. ”

Yan Zhenzhen already knew about these two people, one was Chef Ge and the other was Chef Huang, so she didn't hesitate immediately: "Lao Huang, take a portion of chicken thigh, cut the puree, mince the celery, and make it into meatballs the size of a fish's eye, Lao Chu, you hurry up and make a millet porridge, mix a small dish of celery and shredded mushrooms, grandfather is sick, make some good food, after the meatballs are ready, go down to the millet porridge, and send it to grandfather." ”

The two cooks got Yan Zhenzhen's instructions, and they responded happily one by one: "Third Miss, you can come to our small kitchen more, Lao Huang and I can point to learn more from you, after you come, the old lady can eat more porridge." ”

Yan Zhenzhen thought about the old lady who pretended to be sick, and sighed slightly: "This big drama seems to have just started!" ”