Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

If it weren't for Mu Yuanshan, she wouldn't have all the adventures in this life.

Her life can be turned around, and Mu Yuanshan has given her a lot of help.

Mu Yuanshan said angrily: "From the first time I saw you, you little girl has no face and no skin. I haven't seen you for half a year, and you still have no face and no skin."

Yan Wanqing laughed, "Thank you, master, for your compliment. If I'm not shameless, how can I know you?"

Mu Yuanshan felt helpless against her, the powerlessness and anxiety just now, and even the disgust in the world all disappeared without a trace because of Yan Wanqing's arrival.

Yan Zhengqing helped Yan Wanqing to help Mu Yuanshan get up.

Mu Yuanshan looked at Yan Zhengqing suspiciously, "Who is he?"

"He is my uncle's son and my second brother."

Mu Yuanshan snorted and didn't pay much attention to Yan Zhengqing. He asked, "Where's Jiang Mo, why didn't he come with you? Does he not know you're back?"

Yan Wanqing explained: "He went to Haishi with his parents, and we are still together. I have some family matters to deal with when I come back this time, so he didn't come back with me."

Mu Yuanshan looked at Yan Wanqing's delicate face, and said with a sigh, "The fate between the two of you really cannot be broken apart."

Yan Wanqing lowered her head, a shy smile curled up on her lips.

She and Jiang Mo are indeed related.

Of course, what she doesn't know is that if Jiang Mo likes someone, even if God doesn't give them a chance to be together, he will follow in her footsteps.

Yan Wanqing helped Mu Yuanshan into the house.

The house that was clean and tidy last time was not there at all, and now it has become a mess, with clothes piled up on the sofa and a layer of dust on the walls.

Mu Yuanshan's old face was filled with embarrassment.

"My leg hurts and I haven't been able to clean up the house recently."

His condition has gotten better these past few days, and he is now able to go to the ground, which was not possible before.

The neighbor next door brings him meals every day, but he has to go to the toilet by himself. Every time he goes to the toilet, it feels like a catastrophe.

He had to be grateful to Yan Wanqing, if it wasn't for Yan Wanqing who helped him communicate with neighbors, he might not be able to eat due to his 'stinky reputation'.

Yan Wanqing rolled up her sleeves, "It's okay, I'll clean it up for you."

"How about that?"

"You are welcome with me."

Yan Wanqing took off Mu Yuanshan's sheets and quilts and threw them into the washing machine outside, and threw the cups into the kitchen, planning to wash them later.

Seeing Yan Wanqing's busy appearance, Mu Yuanshan couldn't sit still.

"Wanqing, don't clean it up, you can do it yourself when my feet get better."

Yan Wanqing stopped, turned her head and looked at Mu Yuanshan fixedly, "Can you let me check your injuries?"

Yan Wanqing knew Mu Yuanshan well, his temper was foul and hard, but he was not a person who gave up easily.

Even if some bad encounters caused him to live in this small village, he did not give up his life, but lived a good life.

But just now, Yan Wanqing saw the ashes in Mu Yuanshan's eyes.

Having been hit in the foot by a large machine, his injuries must have been serious.

"Don't look, it's almost done."

The wound is almost healed, but the root of the disease will remain in the foot, and he may not be able to walk like a normal person in his life.

Yan Wanqing insisted, "I want to check."

"I haven't washed my feet for several days, what are you checking for?"

Mu Yuanshan put his injured foot inside.

Yan Wanqing was also very stubborn, "Since you don't want to check my wound, then don't worry about what I do."

After finishing speaking, Yan Wanqing continued to tidy up.

Yan Zhengqing felt sorry for her sister and ran to help her.

Yan Wanqing was not polite either, she threw all the washing pots and pans to him, went outside to buy some vegetables and meat and came back to cook.

Yan Zhengqing looked at Yan Wanqing's skillful movements, and asked curiously: "Wanqing, I never thought you could cook."

Yan Wanqing cuts the meat, her expression is focused and serious, "Children from poor families start their families early, uncles go to work in the factory, aunts go out to play mahjong, and I will do the cooking."

Yan Zhengqing frowned when he heard the latter sentence.

He knows that children in rural areas have to work at a young age to help their families share the burden, but the premise of this is that their parents are very busy.

Li Cuihong went out to play mahjong every day and asked Wanqing to cook at home. He felt distressed just thinking about it.

And it's not like going to work and doing nothing when you get home.

Yan Jing is so busy every day, and as the dean, he will cook for his family when he gets home.

"With the second brother here, I won't let you do anything in the future."

Yan Wanqing raised her eyebrows, "Then shall I entrust you with the task of cooking today?"

Yan Zhengqing thought too, but it's a pity he can't.

Yan Zhengqing looked at Yan Wanqing's playful eyes, and left embarrassingly.

Yan Wanqing shook her head amusedly, and put the cut vegetables on the plate.

After half an hour.

Yan Zhengqing set up a table in the yard and went to the kitchen to help Yan Wanqing serve dishes.

Mu Yuanshan heard the voice and came out on crutches.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Master, if possible, can you help me divide the chopsticks?"

"Little girl, don't bark, who is your master?"

As Mu Yuanshan said, he sat down obediently and shared the chopsticks.

Yan Wanqing brought out the last dish with a smile, "I'll call you a few more times, you'll be fine once you get used to it."

Mu Yuanshan felt helpless against Yan Wanqing, and did not argue with her.

"It's been a long time since I've cooked, if it's not delicious, please wait for some."

Yan Wanqing has basically never cooked since she went to Haishi.

In the beginning, her aunt took care of her, but later she moved to live with Chen Fangting, but Miao Yanhong refused to let her cook.

Then I went to the old house, and I didn't have the opportunity to cook.

"It's okay, it's okay, brother doesn't dislike you, as long as you don't poison yourself."

Yan Wanqing glared at him angrily, "I knew I should put some on the side of your bowl, the colorless and odorless kind."

Yan Zhengqing shrank his neck in fear, but he was amazed the moment he put the dish into his mouth.

He widened his eyes and sighed, "Wanqing, your cooking skills are too good, right?"

Yan Wanqing teased coolly, "Can the seasoning made from poison be bad?"

Although Yan Zhengqing was a little guilty, he ate happily,
Mu Yuanshan's foot injury has not healed yet, and the food that Yan Wanqing cooks is bland.

Seeing Mu Yuanshan eating happily, Yan Wanqing was also very happy, but she was always thinking about his foot injury.

"Master, after dinner in a while, let me take a look at your foot injury. Of course, if you don't believe me, I will ask my father to look at it for you. He is the director of the third-class hospital in Haishi."

Mu Yuanshan resisted from the bottom of his heart, "I don't need you to look at it."

Yan Wanqing asked: "Don't you want to recover as soon as possible?"

"I think, but I'm old, and even if there's a panacea, it's not going to be back to normal."

Mu Yuanshan was silent for a moment, and then squeezed out three difficult words, "I admit it."