Eighty-Five Sturdy Little Spicy Wife

The Lu family has a dedicated cook, and there is food on the stove at any time, in case the master of the Lu family is hungry and cannot eat.

There is a bowl of bird's nest porridge on the dining table.

The ingredients were expensive and fresh, but after smelling the smell, Mr. Lu rushed into the bathroom quickly.

Lu Tianqi kept knocking on the door, "Dad! Dad!"

There was no response from Mr. Lu in the bathroom, only the sound of rushing water.

Mr. Lu's stomach was empty, and there was nothing for him to vomit except acid water.

At this time, he was extremely uncomfortable.

The hunger was still like a cat's paws constantly scratching his stomach.

He smelled the food, but he still couldn't help vomiting!

The feeling of vomiting and hunger is too tormented!

He had never tasted this kind of taste before, how could he...

With a flash of light and lightning, the rustic aluminum lunch box appeared in Mr. Lu's mind.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded again.

Yang Lan's voice came: "Grandpa, open the door!"

Mr. Lu's nose moved again, and a very faint fragrance came from outside the door.

The hunger is even stronger.

He opened the door immediately.

Sure enough, Yang Lan was standing outside the door with a lunch box in her hand.

Mrs. Lu's bedroom is on the second floor.

When Mr. Lu went downstairs, the door was not closed.

Yang Lan was in the bedroom when she heard the movement downstairs - sure enough, Mr. Lu was the same as before, throwing up when he smelled food.

She went downstairs with the lunch box.

Of course, she agreed with Nan Zhi and Mrs. Lu.

Mrs. Lu and Mr. Lu have been arguing all their lives, but they still care about him very much.

Holding on to his sick body, with Nan Zhi's support, he stood at the stairs, looking worriedly downstairs.

Nan Zhi remembered that Gao Mei once mentioned that Mr. Lu had anorexia, if he could eat Su Yuelan's food, Lu Tianqi and his son would never dare to touch her again.

She didn't take this matter to heart.

But by mistake, Su Yuelan's random soup really whetted Mr. Lu's appetite.

Mr. Lu stared straight at the lunch box in Yang Lan's hand and swallowed.

Lu Tianqi secretly thought it was not good, but he still had a little luck.

Maybe Mr. Lu didn't vomit when he smelled the soup, but he would vomit after drinking it!

He helped Mr. Lu out of the bathroom and walked to the dining table.

The servant had already brought away the bird's nest porridge.

Mr. Lu still stared straight at the lunch box in Yang Lan's hand, his eyes were about to glow green.

"Xiao Lan, why are you so ignorant? Hurry up and give the lunch box to your grandpa."

While talking, Lu Tianqi was about to bring the lunch box.

Yang Lan avoided, and she stood by the dining table, looking seriously at Old Man Lu whose eyes moved with the lunch box, "Grandpa, this soup is made by Nan Zhi's mother. If you want to drink this soup, please apologize to Nan Zhi. Divide."

Although Nan Zhi agreed to let her take the lunch box downstairs, she had tacitly allowed Mr. Lu to drink the soup, but Yang Lan felt that Mr. Lu still had to apologize to Nan Zhi.

After all, that nonsense scolding was too ugly.

"Xiao Lan, why are you so ignorant!" Lu Tianqi's face changed, he never expected that the obedient and filial Yang Lan would show Nan Zhi the head.

However, his mind turned quickly.

He raised his head and looked at Nan Zhi who was supporting Mrs. Lu: "Boss Nan, my dad has a strange disease and can't eat. It's rare that this soup has aroused my dad's appetite. Please make a price. I want to buy this soup."

Nan Zhi is a little fox, of course she could tell that Lu Tianqi was giving her eye drops in front of Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Lu.

If she really sold the soup, wouldn't it make Yang Lan a stranger inside and out?

If she doesn't sell this soup and insists on making old man Lu apologize, not only old man Lu, but even Mrs. Lu may feel uncomfortable.

Nan Zhi curled her lips, just about to speak.

Mrs. Lu has already said: "Tianqi, what are you talking about? Are you throwing money at Nanzhi? Huh! Xiaolan is right! Since the soup made by Nanzhi's mother makes the old man want to drink it, then the old man should drink it. I apologize to Nan Zhi for the slip of the tongue just now!"

This is what Mrs. Lu said from the bottom of her heart.

distressed to distressed.

An apology is an apology.

Mr. Lu almost broke his dentures.

He raised his eyes and looked at Nan Zhi who was standing on the second floor.

The little girl's white and pretty face just looked at him with a half-smile.

He really didn't want to apologize!
He has lived half his life without knowing how to pronounce the three characters sorry!

If he had the backbone, he would walk away and go back to his room to swallow the little pills for supplementation!

If you don't eat, you won't starve to death!
However, his stomach disagreed!

He has no doubt that if he doesn't drink this bowl of soup, he will faint!
Mr. Lu gritted his dentures again, and forcefully squeezed out three words: "I'm sorry!"

After speaking, he reached out to grab the lunch box Yang Lan was carrying.

Yang Lan still refused to give it: "Grandpa, you didn't name names, who knows who you are saying sorry to?"

Mr. Lu's eyes were red with anger - Lu Hairong must have picked up this air-tight padded jacket!
"Nan Zhi, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have scolded you just now! I solemnly apologize to you here!" Mr. Lu said word by word.

Nan Zhi looked at Mr. Lu with bright red eyes, and smiled: "Old Mr. Lu, I'll just treat you as an idiot and act like an eighth woman on the street. Whenever I see a woman with some skills, I will scold her for being nonsensical. I don't have the same knowledge as those eight wives, and naturally I won't have the same knowledge as you. Sister Yang Lan, give the lunch box to Mr. Lu."

Mr. Lu took the lunch box and drank it in small gulps.

The taste of this soup is very light, but it is so delicious that he wants to swallow his tongue!

While lamenting the delicious soup, he hated Nan Zhi's mouth for being so unreasonable!
Fortunately, this soup was not made by Nan Zhi, if it was made by Nan Zhi, he would never drink it even if he died of starvation or thirst!

He sent someone to find Nan Zhi's mother!
Hiring Nan Zhi's mother as his cook with a high salary and becoming Nan Zhi's mother's boss, Nan Zhi should be polite to him!

Today's account will be calculated at that time!
……

Mr. Lu drank all the soup in the lunch box.

Although the weight is not big, it made Mrs. Lu and Yang Lan very happy.

In the past two years, it was the first time they had seen Mr. Lu have such a good appetite!
And after drinking the soup, I didn't vomit!

After Mr. Lu finished his soup, he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

If the doctor hadn't reminded Mr. Lu that his stomach had been hungry for a long time and he shouldn't eat too much, he would have immediately asked Lu Tianqi to bring Su Yuelan over, and seat him at a table full of Chinese in front of Nan Zhi, making Nan Zhi mad.

As for Lu Tianqi, he was roaring silently in his heart - Mr. Lu hated Nan Zhi, and Nan Zhi was not allowed to enter Lu's house again, but Nan Zhi's mother cured Mr. Lu's stomach!
Could it be that God is specifically doing right with him? !
After Nan Zhi came back from Lu's house, she knocked on the door of Nan Wanzhong and Su Yuelan's room that night.