Chapter 228: Definitely Birth
Ding Lao looked at some unwanted medicinal materials in front of him, and said with a smile: "Collect, collect." β
Yan Funing was puzzled: "Do you need it?" β
"Just in case." Ding Lao smiled.
Although his son-in-law has had a fiancΓ©e since he was a child, he has never been interested in a woman.
The girl in front of her was not powdered, dressed elegantly, and had only a pearl hairpin on her head, all of which did not reduce her brilliant complexion.
Among the nobles in the capital, there is no face that can compare to the hibiscus face in front of her.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Childe was not heartless, but that he had never had a face that could enter Childe's heart.
Tut-tut, it turns out that the son is also a layman who looks at his face!
Yan Fu said: "Then please ask Ding Lao to weigh the weight, so that the price can be calculated." β
Shicai has already said that he needs everything, and if he gives a price at the moment, it will not be reasonable, so Ding Lao had to pick up the rod and scale and weigh it.
Chatting while weighing: "The girl didn't pick Ganoderma lucidum this time?" β
"In the past few days, I have paid special attention to whether there is Ganoderma lucidum, but I really don't." Yan Funing told the truth.
Ding Lao: "How old is the girl?" β
Yan Funing didn't think much about it, and replied directly: "Fifteen." β
"When?"
"At the end of last year."
"Hey, why do you ask my girl's age?" Caiyu raised her voice, "You still asked so carefully." β
"I'm an old man who asks the little girl how old she is, how can she be?" Ding Lao smiled kindly, not annoyed at all.
Ying Qi hadn't found out the girl's birthday yet, so he helped the son ask the girl's age, and that was a credit.
After a while, all the weights were weighed, and the price was calculated: "A total of two or eight hundred wen." β
There are not many medicinal materials this time, and it is good to be able to get two, two or eight hundred texts.
Yan Fu got the money, put it in her purse, and was about to go back, when she was stumped by Ding Lao's words that seemed to be talking to herself.
"My son-in-law has recently been hungry for the medicinal food of Liu Kee Restaurant, and I have eaten it a few times, and I like it very much."
However, he has a picky mouth and likes the delicious food that has just come out of the pot to a certain temperature. Even if there is a thermal food box, the taste is still not as good as that of the freshly cooked. β
"Childe ordered the old man to make medicinal food, what he meant, I am a doctor, so I will naturally make medicinal food." Ding Lao spread out his hands, "But I'm good at writing prescriptions and cooking medicinal juices, and I'm not good at cooking, it's really sad!" β
Li Xinheng said proudly: "This is a coincidence, my girl can make medicinal food." β
Ding Lao knew it, so he pretended to be surprised: "Oh? Seriously? β
Li Xinheng and You Rongyan: "The little shopkeeper of Liu Ji Restaurant is my girl. β
Ding Lao hurriedly said, "Can you ask the girl to cook a few medicinal dishes in the house?" β
Yan Funing confessed: "I'm really sorry, I signed an agreement for the medicinal food for Liu Ji Restaurant, and I can't do it outside." β
"That's right." Ding Lao thought for a while and pleaded, "The kitchen is stewing medicinal food, it is made by old decay, can the girl give me some advice?" β
Childe, childe, you can get up.
The old man helped you drag the girl, but I really can't drag it on.
"That's fine." Yan Funing agreed.
A few people went to the back kitchen.
Yan Funing opened the medicinal cup, scooped out a spoonful of soup, blew it cold and tasted it, and added some seasonings.
"It's okay for Ding Lao to put medicinal herbs, but when the ingredients are cooked, you have to use some different spices to stimulate the taste."
"Taught, taught, taught." Ding Lao hurriedly bowed his head.
Just as Yan Fu was coming out of the back kitchen, the young man came slowly.
"The medicinal food made by Ding Lao is unpalatable, and it annoys the girl."
Yan Fu smiled lightly: "Actually, medicinal foods have a medicinal taste, it's just whether you can suppress this taste." β
Ding Lao walked between the two with a smile: "That girl is talking to my son-in-law?" β
Yan Funing originally wanted to say that it was not too early, and she still had other things to do, but she didn't want Ding Lao to say again: "My son-in-law is going back to Beijing in a while, so the girl will talk to my son-in-law." My son-in-law is in this house on weekdays, and he is the same as Miss Boudoir, and he doesn't go out of the door. β
"Childe is going back to Beijing?" Yan Funing couldn't help but look at the young man.
Then who will she sell the medicinal herbs she will collect in the future?
The man bowed lightly: "Yes, it's just that the time has not yet been set." β
It's possible in a few years.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and walked side by side with Yan Funing.
The two were not far apart.
Li Xinheng and Caiyu followed behind, for fear that this mysterious son would do something to their girl.
The man sensed their wariness, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and his voice was clear: "Did the girl ever want to live in the capital?" β
"The capital will go." Yan Fu thought for a while, and then said, "It shouldn't be a long-term life." β
Traveling here, she really wanted to see the ancient capital.
At the end of the two years, she left Fu Ciyi, and when he stayed in the capital, she looked elsewhere.
The man smiled warmly: "I hope I can see the girl in the capital at that time." β
Yan Funing stopped: "Please also tell me in advance before leaving Ling County." β
The man was stunned for a moment, but quickly agreed.
Ding Lao smiled secretly, the girl was interesting to his son-in-law.
Without thinking about it, Yan Funing added: "So I can know when I can't come to the house to sell medicinal herbs." β
After a slight pause, she said again: "I still have something to do, take a step ahead." β
After that, he left with Li Xinheng and Caiyu.
The master and servant were both stunned.
After a few moments, the young man coughed.
Ding Lao said worriedly: "That girl is really good-looking, and it is true that she has lost money, how can she only remember to come to the house to sell medicinal herbs?" β
You can't ask his son-in-law about his preferences and so on.
Or, begging the son to take her back to Beijing.
The man couldn't stop coughing, raised his hand and pointed at Ding Lao, and it took a long time to calm down: "Are there people in the world who don't like money?" β
Those who say that they don't like money either have enough money or are hypocritical.
He thought she was really temperamental.
Ding Lao knew that once the son liked whomever he liked, everything was good, so he whispered: "That girl was at the end of last year." β
"So, she got married shortly after she got married?"
Ding Lao bowed his head: "It would be good if the son met her before she got married." β
The identity of the son is there, the girl is always a married woman, even if she looks good, it is a little difficult for the two to get together.
The man heard the meaning of his words, and his handsome face sank suddenly: "Old Ding, what do you think I mean by getting close to her?" β
Ding Lao laughed wryly: "Isn't it just a man's liking for a woman?" β
Childe, if you like it, just say it!
The man coughed again: "She can relieve my illness, you think too much." β
Outside the house, the carriage drove away.
In the carriage, Caiyu whispered: "That son is really good-looking, but he is not in good health, and some people say that a frail man will not be able to give birth to children in the future." β
Yan Funing couldn't help but wonder: "Where did you hear that?" β
Li Xinheng, who was driving, turned his head and shouted: "Girl, our son-in-law is in good health, and he will definitely be able to give birth." β
Caiyu simply opened the car door and asked with a smile: "My uncle is a man, how can my uncle give birth?" β
Li Xinheng choked, didn't she say it first?
At this moment, Fu Ciyi, who was preparing for the exam at home, sneezed twice in a row. (End of chapter)