If it was just Mrs. Han, she wouldn't be worried at all.

After all, if something happens to that old woman, it's none of her business.

She is not so nosy people, and the life and death of people who don't care has nothing to do with her.

But Daddy Han ......

Han Yingxue felt that this grandfather was actually quite good, even if it wasn't for Mrs. Han, for Daddy Han, he always had to go over.

"Master, don't worry, go slowly, you're already burned, and you're not in a hurry for a while." Han Yingxue couldn't help but say when she saw that Daddy Han's steps were very fast.

This old man, if he doesn't pay attention when he walks, is easy to fall.

Elderly people have loose bones, and if they fall, the situation is very serious.

Bones are injured, and they don't heal as easily as young people.

Daddy Han's footsteps slowed down, "Hey, I'm just too worried about your milk, I'll slow down, if I'm injured, that old woman will really have no one to take care of." ”

There is still a kind of helplessness in Daddy Han's words.

Thinking about that old woman, it is impossible to count on Han Caiying to take care of her, and as for the second family of the Han family, it is estimated that there is no hope.

This made them run errands, and they were all unwilling, so let alone take care of Mrs. Han.

Han Yingxue listened and felt sad for a while, thinking that Father Han was also pitiful.

"Well, master, slow down, the milk is just burned, it's not a serious illness, it's still easier to treat."

Daddy Han answered twice.

When the two of them were rushing to the old house of the old Han family, at that time, Mrs. Han's house was inside.

Han Chaeyoung stood aside.

Looking at Mrs. Han like this, not only did she not care at all. Instead, he was still urging, "Mother, when will I be able to drink chicken soup?" ”

Mrs. Han was quite helpless.

If this is good, it's okay, you can get chicken soup for Han Caiying to drink, but at this time, you can't move, this arm is injured like this, there is definitely no way to work.

"Yingzi, this stewed chicken soup is very easy, it's not difficult at all, my mother will tell you the Fazi, you can stew it yourself."

Han Chaeyoung seemed to be very reluctant, "Mother...... Where will I be...... I don't want to go there. ”

"So how do you drink chicken soup? My mother will definitely not be able to do it, or my mother will command you, can you do what my mother says? ”

"No, no, mother, I still won't."

Mrs. Han was a little helpless. "Yingzi, you are like this, there is no way, then you may not be able to drink chicken soup."

"Okay......"

As soon as Han Chaeyoung heard that she couldn't drink it, she began to be unhappy in her heart.

It seems that she still has to do it herself.

Although I am a little reluctant and want to drink chicken soup, I have to do it myself.

"I'm sorry Yingzi, my mother didn't expect such a thing to happen, so ah, when my mother's hands are a little better, will my mother stew chicken soup for you?"

"Forget it, when you're ready, I don't know when I'll wait, or I'll go by myself, mother, then you tell me, what am I going to do?"

"It's easy!" Mrs. Han heard that Han Caiying was going to do it herself, and she was immediately relieved that their family Yingzi would finally go and do something by herself. "Yingzi, the chicken girl has been killed, there is boiling water in the pot, you go and soak it, and then pluck the feathers."

(Tianjin)