"She is my master's only daughter, your mother." Speaking of Yan Chuyao's mother and his junior sister, Yan Tongzhou's eyes were full of sadness, as if he was reminiscing and regretting.

Yan Chuyao lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time before he asked him: "You mean, it will be my mother who makes these rice wines?" ”

Yan Tongzhou sighed wistfully and shook his head, "I'm not sure, maybe it was the master and his old man who stayed." ”

Speaking of this, his old eyes suddenly lit up, "Tomorrow you take me to that wooden house to have a look, I think I may be able to find the traces left by the master." ”

Yan Chuyao was full of curiosity, what kind of person was his father's master, and why did he hide the brewed rice wine in that wooden house? Did he live in seclusion with you?

Although she was curious, considering that Yan Tongzhou had just been discharged from the hospital, it was not appropriate to work hard, and no matter what happened, he still had to put his health first, "Dad, let's go back after a while." You've just been discharged from the hospital, and your body and bones are definitely not in good shape, and you need to rest for a while. ”

Her suggestion was immediately opposed by Yan Tongzhou, and he got up and jumped in front of Yan Chuyao, "You see, my body and bones are very good, I'm fine at all, they insisted on sending me to the hospital." ”

After finishing speaking, he was unsteady when he jumped up, flashed to his waist, and quickly held it with his hand, grinning in pain.

Yan Chuyao helped him lie on the bed, and said angrily: "See if you are still reckless, your body is so ruthless?" It's so good, why do you still flash your waist? ”

"Am I not too fierce?" Weak justifications and strong arguments.

Yan Chuyao glanced at him, and said with his arms around his chest with a sense of command: "Anyway, you have to raise it for a while, otherwise I won't take you there even if you want to, anyway, that place is very remote, and you will definitely not be able to find it." ”

Yan Tongzhou had no choice, the flash just now was really painful, and he didn't know the specific location of the wooden house, such a big mountain, he would definitely not find it if he went to look for it alone.

When the time comes, if you can't get up when you're tired, it will be worth the loss.

He snorted angrily, but who called him old, at his age, and his thin body, he couldn't accept it.

But only a day later, Yan Tongzhou shouted that it was too boring to be idle, and he had to do some work.

In his words, it is more fatal to be idle than to be busy.

He would rather die of being busy than idle.

Yan Chuyao and Zhao Wenwu had no choice but to allow him to work, but the job he did was to choose dishes, which was easier than Aunt Ru.

I haven't seen Yin Enhao for many days, Yan Chuyao has almost forgotten him, he is an inconsequential passerby in his life, he has only underwritten a few strokes in her memories, and after a long time, he will forget.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there were not many customers in the hot pot restaurant, and there were only two tables left.

Leaving a message, Chu Yao stared at the restaurant, and when she was fine, she began to refresh the wave Weibo.

"Enhao, slow down." Her fingertips shook violently at the sound of this, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

At the door, Yin Enhao was drunk, and with the support of a girl, he swayed into the hot pot restaurant.

Yan Chuyao recognized the girl who was with Yin Enhao on the street last time she was delivering food.

The girl helped him find a place to sit down.