She is Si Ye's favorite

With so many people testifying, Mr. Huo looked at Mu Yingxue next to his grandson. The old man's eyes were still as sharp as a goshawk, and he could see Mu Yingxue's guilt at a glance.

"The gift prepared by Shao Huai was really broken by you?"

Huo Yunnian sneered: "Grandpa, why did you choose such a woman for Shaohuai? She is the sinner's daughter of the Huo family. Without her father, Shaohuai would not have become like this."

With Huo Yunnian as the foreshadowing, the guests began to whisper and discuss:

"Look at her shy and timid appearance, she is not a lady of the family at first glance, I am afraid that Miss Huo really guessed it, and her clumsy hands were broken by her, so she let Huo Sanshao come empty-handed."

"Third Young Master Huo is also good-tempered. His wife made a mistake and even found an excuse to cover it up for her."

"If San Shao hadn't become like this now, where would it be her turn to marry San Shao?"

Everyone's discussion didn't only attack Mu Yingxue, but even pity and embarrassment towards Huo Shaohuai was a great irony.

Huo Yunnian glanced at Huo Shaohuai in the wheelchair, she really hoped that he would belch after hearing what these people said.

Huo Bingkun also had the same thought in his heart.

And Mu Yingxue, who was in the center of everyone's discussion, was very uncomfortable. She had already heard someone start talking about her father.

"I brought a gift when I came, but..."

Huo Yunnian pressed each other step by step: "Just what?"

Mu Yingxue closed her eyes resignedly and said:

"It's just that the gift was eaten by the third young master."

eaten?

These words made everyone startled.

What gift can be eaten?

Si Xuanting, who was sitting in a wheelchair, didn't understand what she wanted to do. He was worried that his nonsense would affect her, so he had no choice but to keep silent.

The corner of Huo Yunnian's mouth twitched:

"Third brother and sister, if you lie, you have to tell the truth. Since it is a gift, it is a gift for grandpa. How can you eat it casually?"

Up to now, Mu Yingxue can only do what she just thought of:

"That's because I can make that gift again."

Now everyone understood that the gift was just a meal, and everyone showed disdain in their hearts:

"It's the first time I've heard that someone's birthday gift is food."

"Huo Dong has never eaten any delicacies, and she still needs to send them."

"I'm afraid it's not some wild vegetable picked from the mountains, and Huo Dong may not have eaten that kind of thing."

Si Xuanting probably guessed what she was going to do. Hearing these people's disdain for Mu Yingxue, he slowly said to his grandfather:

"Grandpa, I am weak, so your birthday gift was prepared by Yingxue, but Yingxue said that the gift that was originally planned for you was on the way. She said that she was afraid that it would be cold and taste bad. I just ate it when I was a little hungry. I told her that it would be okay. Go to the kitchen and make another one for you, can you not blame her."

Huo Yunnian's eyes flickered:

"Then you just said that there was no gift?"

"Compared with you and all the guests, Yingxue's gift is naturally not handy, so I just said that, but grandpa, don't you pay more attention to the gift?"

The weak pleading tone made Mr. Huo feel sad for a while. How high-spirited his grandson was at the beginning, but now he has become like this.

"Okay, butler, take Yingxue to the kitchen, I'm already looking forward to some present."

Mu Yingxue glanced gratefully at Huo Shaohuai who was in the wheelchair, and then followed the housekeeper to the kitchen amidst everyone's contemptuous gazes.

Half an hour later, Mu Yingxue came out with a tray.

There was a blue and white porcelain dish in the middle of the tray, which was tightly covered, and a small bowl, chopsticks and porcelain spoon were also prepared. Mu Yingxue brought the tray over and carefully placed it in front of the old man. After placing it, she took a step back and introduced:

"Grandpa, thinking that you must have received all kinds of expensive gifts on your birthday, I prepared a bowl of medicinal food that is good for your health.

This bowl of medicated food is called Songhe Changchun, and it contains some medicinal materials that are good for your body, such as yam and astragalus. I asked Mr. Yang Ci, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, about their medicinal properties. The meridians prolong life. "

After listening to Mu Yingxue's introduction, Mr. Huo's originally fine face collapsed, and he had no desire to lift the lid.

The guests are all good people, and someone laughed immediately:

"Does she think the old man has never eaten medicinal food?"

"I came from a small family, and I feel precious after eating a medicinal meal? It really makes me laugh."

"It's still Songhe Changchun. The name is quite good, but that's probably the only saving grace."

Because of Mu Yingxue's identity and Huo Shaohuai's current status, these people had no scruples when discussing, their voices were clear as if they were afraid that she would not hear her, Mu Yingxue squeezed the tray tightly.

Huo Yunnian curled his lips coldly:

"Yingxue, do you know? Grandpa's table has medicinal meals every day, and sometimes there is more than one dish. Grandpa's medicinal meals are prepared by a dedicated nutritionist."

Mu Yingxue didn't speak, she did everything she could, and it was useless to talk too much.

Huo Shaohuai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said:

"Sister, the medicinal food is served on Grandpa's table every day, how much does Grandpa eat?"

Huo Yunnian is not clear about this, but the housekeeper of the Huo family knows best:

"Third Young Master, the old man feels like throwing up now when he smells the medicine, and most of the daily medicine food has been poured out."

Huo Shaohuai leaned on the wheelchair and said slowly:

"Then grandpa might as well try Yingxue's medicinal diet. I think grandpa will like it."

With Huo Shaohuai's endorsement, Mr. Huo finally spoke:

"Then I'll try it."

No matter what, the grandson's face has to be given.

But anyone can see that the old man is not very interested.

The butler lifted the lid of the porcelain plate, and the guests, including Huo Yunnian and Huo Bingkun, all stretched their necks to watch.

I saw two cranes standing proudly facing the red sun on the white porcelain plate and on the turquoise pine.

The green pines are vigorous and the cranes are agile.

Mr. Huo's eyes lit up, like a picture of pine cranes and Changchun.

The eyes of everyone also changed slightly, which was different from what they expected.

Medicinal diet Medicinal diet, as the name suggests, dishes made with medicine, no matter how good the chef's cooking skills are, and how beautiful the color is, the medicinal materials are medicinal materials, which are completely different from the ingredients.

But now on the porcelain plate, there is no trace of a medicinal herb.

Mr. Huo, who was used to medicinal food, curiously picked up a piece of pine branch, the color was emerald green. After examining it carefully, he slowly put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and frowned:

"what?"

Everyone was also puzzled.

The old man put down the pine branch and picked up a piece of crane feather, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, then raised his eyes and asked:

"Why doesn't your medicinal food smell like any medicinal material?"

The expressions of the guests became a little dignified. As we all know, the herbal diet is cooked with traditional Chinese medicine. Although they all use Chinese medicinal materials with a clear taste and light smell, after cooking, the taste of traditional Chinese medicine will still remain. It was poured out because the old man felt like throwing up after smelling the traditional Chinese medicine, let alone eating it.

But now that Mu Yingxue presented the Songhe Changqing, Mr. Huo couldn't smell the smell of Chinese medicinal materials at all, but the fragrance of food.