Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Wanqing could not refuse the old lady.

Yan Changting drove over and took the old lady and Yan Wanqing to the braised meat shop.

The old lady pretended not to know, "Are you working in Gao Xincheng's stewed meat shop?"

"Yes."

"Is it just a part-time job?"

"Ah."

"But why did I hear Xincheng say that his partner is a young and beautiful girl?"

Yan Wanqing knew that she couldn't hide it anymore, so she admitted it, and she asked: "Are you familiar with Uncle Gao?"

Yan Wanqing knew that Yan Jing and Gao Xincheng were classmates, and they had a small relationship, but from the old lady's tone, she seemed to know Gao Xincheng very well.

"Of course, our two families have a very good relationship. I watched Xin grow up."

She looked at Yan Wanqing appreciatively, "It's amazing that you have the ability to open a joint store at such a young age."

When the old lady heard what Gao Xincheng said, she thought that Yan Wanqing must be an adult, but her immature face and the school uniform on her body were enough to show that she was still a little girl.

Yan Wanqing looked out the window and said with a self-deprecating sentence, "If you can live in a greenhouse, who wants to be hit by the wind and rain?"

"Your parents..."

Yan Wanqing heard that the old lady wanted to inquire about her private affairs, she interrupted: "Sorry, I don't want to talk about my family."

The old lady apologized, "I'm the one who is over the line."

Yan Wanqing didn't speak.

Gao Xincheng didn't expect that the old lady would come, let alone that Yan Wanqing was still sitting in the old lady's car.

Gao Xincheng rushed out to meet him.

"Aunt Yan, why are you here?"

"I went out in the morning and wanted to come and see you. Who knew the sun was so bright today, and I got heat stroke while buying fruit."

"what?"

Gao Xincheng stared wide-eyed, and looked at the old lady worriedly, "Why don't you go home and have a good rest because of heatstroke?"

The old lady smiled angrily: "I haven't finished yet, I happened to meet Wanqing, she saved me, I want to treat her to dinner, thank her."

"Your body..."

Gao Xincheng looked at the old lady worriedly, and the old lady waved her hands and smiled, "I know it well, don't worry, I'll ask you now, will you let me go?"

"If Wanqing is willing, I will let you go."

Gao Xincheng handed over the choice to Yan Wanqing.

"Wanqing already promised me just now." The old lady looked at Yan Wanqing eagerly, for fear that she would not agree, "Didn't you, Wanqing?"

Yan Wanqing looked at the anticipation in the old lady's eyes, and suddenly couldn't bear the disappointment of her anticipation.

"Yes."

The old lady was as happy as a child.

She held Yan Wanqing's arm intimately, "Let's go, you should be busy for a while at noon today, if you really can't, I will leave Xiaoting to help you."

Yan Changting: "..."

Isn't his grandson his own?
Gao Xincheng laughed, "No, I'm busy here."

The old lady groaned, "Let him stay, I don't like his light bulb very much."

Yan Changting: "..."

His glass heart shattered into eight petals.

Gao Xincheng's smile deepened, and he joked, "Aunt Yan, people who don't know think you are dating sisters."

"It was."

Old Madam Yan turned around arrogantly.

Mrs. Gao came out of the house and asked her husband, "Have you noticed that Aunt Yan likes Wanqing very much?"

"It's not just the old lady, Yan Changting also likes it very much."

Gao Xincheng said: "Didn't you see just now, when Aunt Yan said to keep him here, how anxious he was?"

Yan Changting was not afraid of staying to help, but wanted to have dinner with Yan Wanqing.

Mrs. Gao said with a smile: "Wanqing has a magnetic field that people like."

"It could also be a telepathy between loved ones."

Gao Xincheng was only skeptical before, but when he saw Yan Wanqing standing with the old lady, he thought she was from the Yan family.

……

"Wanqing, what do you want to eat?"

"It's all right, I'm not picky eaters."

Yan Wanqing has choice phobia.

Mrs. Yan also has a choice phobia, but she took care of face and directly threw this problem to Yan Changting: "I'm not picky eaters, Xiaoting, choose a place!"

Yan Changting: "..."

Is it too late for her to get out of the car now?

Yan Changting took Mrs. Yan and Yan Wanqing to a place where authentic Haishi cooking was done.

It is a courtyard like a courtyard.

The decoration looks a bit old, and there are wooden tables and wooden benches carved with flowers under the towering trees in the yard.

Just looking at this environment makes people feel happy.

Yan Changting said: "This restaurant is a private restaurant, and it is also the most authentic seafood dish I have ever eaten."

Madam Yan nodded, "It's really delicious."

The meals here are all custom-made, and the taste is lighter.

"Wanqing, try Buddha Jumping Over the Wall."

"Very fresh."

"It uses a lot of ingredients, and the taste of the food it makes is not ordinary."

Yan Wanqing's taste is also light, and the food in this restaurant is all in her favorite point.

Mrs. Yan kept picking up vegetables for Yan Wanqing.

I can't wait to pour all the dishes on the table into Yan Wanqing's plate.

"Wanqing, you are too thin, eat more."

"I'm fat." Yan Wanqing wanted to cry, "It's just that the clothes I'm wearing today are looser."

Since she met Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo has been feeding her with snacks and delicacies, and she has gained five or six catties.

Every time Yan Wanqing went to the scale, she felt the urge to burst into tears when she saw her weight.

"No way."

The old lady pinched her wrist, "Look at your thin wrist, it will break if you twist it."

As he said that, he picked up another chicken leg for Yan Wanqing.

The old lady was getting old, her hands were not as smooth as those of young people, but when they slid across her skin, there was a strange feeling.

That kind of feeling can touch people's heart and arouse the induction from the soul.

Madam Yan also felt the same way.

She ate quietly, during which Yan Changting went to the bathroom.

Madam Yan put down her chopsticks.

"Wanqing, did you give me acupuncture when I was unconscious due to heat stroke?"

The old lady looked at Yan Wanqing, her pair of wise eyes seemed to see through everything.

Yan Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, she lowered her head, her bangs covered the emotion in her eyes.

"No, I don't know medical skills."

"Although I'm unconscious, I'm still a little bit conscious, and I can feel my body."

After waking up from heatstroke, she was still able to talk, eat and drink as normal, which was inseparably related to Yan Wanqing's injection.

Yan Wanqing's eating movements slowed down.

She smiled, "Madam, I don't understand what you are talking about, I really don't know medical skills."

Mrs. Yan asked: "Since you don't know medical skills, why do you put a pack of silver needles in your schoolbag?"

Yan Wanqing was carrying a very large cloth bag.

She always carries this cloth bag with her and rarely leaves her body.

When the old lady was holding Yan Wanqing's arm just now, she pulled it away and glanced at it.

Although her behavior is somewhat presumptuous and disrespectful.