Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

The Yan family has a family dinner every Saturday, and everyone must go home for dinner on this night.

Yan Changting was thinking about something in his heart, so he went home early that day.

Yan Xing was watching TV in the living room, and Yan Changting went over to rub his hair.

"Little brother, is grandma at home?"

Yan Xing was very obedient, "Grandma is resting upstairs."

"Well, you watch TV first, and my brother will come down to play with you later."

As the youngest child of the Yan family, he has a cute and lovable personality. There is almost no one in the Yan family who doesn't like the little guy.

When Yan Changting went upstairs, he met Mrs. Yan's personal maid, "Auntie, what is my grandma doing?"

"The old lady is choosing clothes."

Yan Changting went over and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Yan Changting opened the door and went in. A white-haired grandmother in a green nightgown stood in front of the bed with her hands on her hips, struggling with what to wear tonight.

She glanced at Yan Changting, "Changting, you came just in time, help grandma choose which dress is more suitable for me."

There are three sets of clothes on the bed.

A set of purple cheongsam, a dark red velvet skirt, and a Chinese-style cotton and linen suit.

Mrs. Yan likes to wear skirts, she thinks skirts can best reflect the femininity of women.

And among the skirts, I especially like cheongsam.

Chinese women in skirts always have a special oriental charm.

Yan Changting picked up the cheongsam without much thought, "I think this set of cheongsam is more suitable for grandma. Besides being solemn, the color also suits you very well."

Mrs. Yan's eyes flashed admiration, "My grandson still has eyes, and I also think this cheongsam is pretty good."

She went to the cloakroom to change into a cheongsam, and a servant came in to help the old lady with her hair.

Mrs. Yan picked up a piece of lipstick and wiped it on, her face instantly glowed a lot.

When she was young, she was a flamboyant beauty. Later, the old man of the Yan family took a fancy to her, held her in his palm and pampered her for a lifetime.

Although she is old now, she still loves beauty very much.

She can't change her age, but she can choose to change her mental outlook.

"Grandma is so beautiful."

"How old am I, can I still be called beautiful?"

"What I said is true." Yan Changting said very seriously: "Whether it is a woman of the same age or older than you, I have only seen one who lives a wonderful and beautiful life, and that is my grandma."

There is no woman who does not like compliments, and Mrs. Yan is no exception.

The old lady couldn't help laughing, "Brat, you are the only one with sweet lips."

"Grandma, you are so beautiful now, what a stately appearance you had when you were young!"

"There is no such thing as a stately appearance, but he is just an ordinary person."

"How could my grandma be an ordinary person? If it were an ordinary person, my grandpa would not be able to love you like his life!"

Yan Changting hugged the old lady coquettishly, "Grandma, can I take a look at the photos of you when you were young?"

Thinking of the old man who loves her so much, a flash of nostalgia flashed across Madam Yan's face.

The most right thing she did in her life was to marry the right person.

Madam Yan took out the photo album she had treasured for many years from the cabinet under the bed.

The more Yan Changting turned back, the more shocked he became.

Before, he just glanced at the photos of grandma when she was young, and felt that she was very similar to Yan Wanqing.

Looking at the photos carefully now, I feel that the two of them are carved out of the same mold.

It's just that one is a bright and flamboyant beauty, while the other is quiet and calm, with the gentleness of a woman from a water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Grandma, Dad asked me to ask you to go down for dinner."

Yan Xuehui suddenly pushed the door open and came in, saying something loudly.

The old lady raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Xuehui, who was holding the doorknob, no matter how big or small, displeasure flashed in her eyes.

The old lady's face was neither sad nor happy, "I see."

Yan Xuehui didn't have the eyesight to see, she saw Yan Changting flipping through the photo album, and walked over curiously, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at pictures of grandma when she was young."

Yan Xuehui also wanted to know what Madam Yan looked like when she was young, so she stretched her neck to see.

When she saw the person in the photo, the expression on her face froze severely.

With a snap, the glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the glass shards and hot water inside splashed everywhere.

Yan Changting hugged the old lady away immediately before the accident.

He scolded angrily, "Xuehui, what's the matter with you?"

"what happened?"

Hearing the sound of the glass breaking, Yan Jing hurried in.

As soon as he came in, he saw Yan Changting threatening Yan Xuehui.

And Yan Xuehui bit her lip, lowered her head aggrievedly, Yan Jing came over and patted her on the shoulder, and asked softly: "Xuehui, tell Dad what happened?"

Yan Xuehui didn't speak, and looked like she had been greatly wronged.

Yan Changting said: "Her cup fell on the floor, and the glass shards almost hit grandma, and there was still hot water in the cup."

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Even if you didn't do it on purpose, shouldn't you say sorry to grandma, or care about it?"

"I……"

Yan Jing glanced at the aggressive Yan Changting, and then at Yan Xuehui, whose little hands were awkwardly hooked together, so nervous that she didn't know what to do, and said, "Mom, it's Xuehui who did something wrong this time. Teach her, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

Yan Changting winked at Yan Xuehui, "Xuehui, apologize to grandma."

"Grandma, I'm sorry."

Madam Yan didn't know what to say.

Obviously it was Yan Xuehui who did something wrong, but she was like a victim to win everyone's sympathy. If she said something, it would appear that her grandma was not generous enough.

Today is a happy day for reunion, Mrs. Yan didn't want to make trouble, so she waved her hand peacefully, "Be careful next time."

Yan Xuehui was a little afraid of the old lady, she didn't dare to stay here anymore, so she hurriedly went downstairs with Yan Jing.

After she walked out of the room, she vaguely heard Yan Changting's voice.

"Grandma, I saw a girl who looks very similar to you some time ago."

……

The photos of the old lady when she was young are particularly like a person.

That person, Yan Xuehui will never forget that person.

Yan Wanqing.

If the photo wasn't black and white, if it wasn't for the clothes the girl on it was wearing with a sense of age, she would have thought she was looking at Yan Wanqing's photo.

Is the girl Yan Changting met Yan Wanqing?
Soon, Yan Xuehui shook her head to suppress the unrealistic thought in her heart.

Yan Wanqing should be in the mountain village at this time, how could she appear in Haishi?
Not to mention that she doesn't know her background, even if she knew, her parents wouldn't let her come to Haishi to take away everything she owned.

Yan Xuehui felt very uneasy.

Yan Jing looked at Yan Xuehui's pale face, and asked with concern: "Are you scared by your brother and grandma?"

"No...no..."

Yan Xuehui felt guilty and did not dare to look into Yan Jing's eyes.