Reborn 1990: Cannon fodder fat wife wants to stand up

Chapter 189 Uncle Hu Delivers Medicine
Meng Yao didn't expect Uncle Hu to come running.

She fried a plate of peanuts and mung bean cakes on the table. She ate it with sour plum soup in the yard with great relish, leaving Qi Boyan alone to work in the fire-filled kitchen.

Seeing Uncle Hu push the door in, he almost choked, "Master, why are you here?"

"Okay, you lied to me that your foot was injured, and you were obviously stealing good food!"

The corner of Meng Yao's mouth twitched, and she pointed at her injured foot.

"The feet are swollen into steamed buns, and I still lie to you?"

Uncle Hu squeezed his beard and came over majesticly. He was aggressive at first, but when he saw Meng Yao's foot, he immediately laughed.

"I just said that your little girl can't lie to me. As soon as I heard that you were injured, I immediately ran to see you. Isn't that interesting?"

Uncle Hu is indeed quite interesting, but...

"Master, come to see people empty-handed, can you do this?"

Uncle Hu immediately blew his beard, "Who said I came empty-handed?"

Uncle Hu pulled up a chair and sat down, rummaged through the bag on his shoulders and found a bottle of medicine.

"Hey, this is for you. Old man Sun prescribed the medicine for bruises. After applying it for a few days, your feet will be fine!"

"I've tried it, and it works really well!"

Meng Yao naturally believed Uncle Hu's words, and her mother-in-law Liu Cuihua put on the plaster, and she didn't say that she had a backache these two days.

She took it with sparkling eyes, "Uncle Hu, you still have such a good thing!"

"I have a lot of good things to go!"

Uncle Hu and old man Sun have been dealing with each other for so many years, and there may be nothing else, but there are many medicines from him, and there are all kinds of medicines.

Uncle Hu didn't tell Meng Yao about this,

Looking at the fried golden peanut and mung bean cake, she was eager to try it, but Meng Yao's eyes were dissatisfied when she saw that Meng Yao only cared about the baby's bottle of medicine.

"You say you little girl, I came to see you from a long distance, but you don't know how to let me go, you only know how to eat by yourself, you are really unreasonable!"

The corner of Meng Yao's mouth twitched and she pushed the plate towards Uncle Hu, "I thought you would not be polite, Uncle Hu!"

Uncle Hu snorted, pinched a peanut and threw it into his mouth. As soon as he ate it, he felt that he should bring a pot of wine.

This is a good dish to drink with.

He stretched out his hand to pinch the mung bean cake, but when he took a closer look, the square mung bean cake lacked a bit of beauty, which made him wonder if Meng Yao made this mung bean cake?

He didn't have time to look at the mung bean cakes that Jiang Wenlei sent before.

Uncle Hu couldn't help pointing to the plate and asked: "Little girl, this mung bean cake...you made it?"

"Qi...Qi Boyan made it, sir, how would you like it?"

Meng Yao was very enthusiastic about selling, but when Uncle Hu heard that Qi Boyan did it, he immediately lost interest.

"That big guy, he can cook and eat, you little girl can make jokes!"

Originally, he wanted to accuse Meng Yao of being immoral, but he actually fooled him with what others did, but when he saw her swollen feet, he swallowed his words again.

Can't help pinching his beard again to look at the sour plum soup in Meng Yao's bowl, and staring at it again.

"This sour plum soup can't be made by him, can it?"

Meng Yao said helplessly: "I endured it, I endured it."

She wanted to explain that what the big villain made was delicious, but it didn't look very good-looking. Uncle Hu didn't even taste it, so he denied what the big villain made.

Uncle Hu heard that Meng Yao made it, so he became interested, "I was anxious to see you, but I didn't taste any of the things you sent, and I will also order your sour plum soup!"

"Okay, okay, minutes!"

Meng Yao was looking around, wanting to call Qi Boyan to come over and pour sour plum soup for the uncle, but also considering that he was busy, her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Wenlei coming quietly.

"Brother Jiang, here, come and help me, take out the chilled sour plum soup from the bucket!"

Jiang Wenlei walked over silently, taking one step at a time, one step higher than the usual two steps.

However, Uncle Hu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he waved his hands quickly to keep him away.

"What did you ask him to do? Leave this trivial matter to me!"

Uncle Hu, with his old arms and legs, didn't accept his old age at all. He stood up from the chair and rolled up his sleeves to do it.

Meng Yao looked at the uncle's legs and feet, "Master, please slow down."

Uncle Hu fished out the big clay pot from the bucket carefully.

Seeing Uncle Hu struggling, Meng Yao couldn't help worrying.

"Master, be careful, don't break our jar!"

"I know, I know, hey, this thing is really heavy!"

Complaining about the weight of the pot, when Jiang Wenlei went to help, he still glared at him.

"Go away, I don't need you!"

Uncle Hu was well aware of the fact that one more person would get more things, so he chased Jiang Wenlei mercilessly with a bluffing face.

Jiang Wenlei's heart skipped a beat.

This is a familiar scene.

Jiang Wenlei calmly held the pot under it, "Master, be careful not to drop the pot!"

"You're the one who fell!"

Uncle Hu glared at him, but suddenly staggered, causing his beard to curl up in fright. Fortunately, Jiang Wenlei held him up.

Meng Yao was also frightened, "Master, if you really fall, then no one should drink anymore, just listen to me and let Big Brother Jiang come!"

Although Uncle Hu blew his beard and stared unconvinced, he still gave the clay pot to Jiang Wenlei, and did not forget to explain to him.

"Slow down, be careful, don't fall!"

Jiang Wenlei held both hands firmly, walked to the table after taking two steps, and put them gently on the table.

Uncle Hu immediately sat down, touched the cold earthen pot, Xi's old eyes narrowed into a slit.

This time Jiang Wenlei directly directed, "Go get the bowl, hurry up and get the bowl,"

Jiang Wenlei obediently turned around to get the bowl.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qi Boyan coming out of the stove, his face was slightly cold, he called "Qi Gong" without changing his face, and continued to walk towards the stove.

If Qi Gong doesn't stop him, he has the right to pretend that he doesn't know Qi Gong's little thoughts.

Qi Boyan's eyes moved slightly, from Jiang Wenlei to Uncle Hu.

He didn't expect Uncle Hu to come to the house.

Qi Boyan stepped over and called out "Master" calmly, and Uncle Hu immediately raised his palm.

"I came to see the little girl, not you. If you didn't see me, I didn't see you either."

Uncle Hu still keeps a respectful distance from Qi Boyan.

Meng Yao didn't know why the uncle and the big villain were so at odds, so she hurriedly pulled up a chair next to her and asked Qi Boyan to sit, "Sit, sit, sit down and rest."

But as soon as Qi Boyan sat down, she asked without giving any face: "Have you finished your work?"

Qi Boyan nodded and looked at Meng Yao with a smile on his lips, "Is there anything else?"

Meng Yao was instantly embarrassed by the question, and scratched her face, "Well, take a rest first."

Uncle Hu shook his head watching the way the two got along.

"What's the matter with the little girl, if you have anything to do, just let the big guy do it, just order him around, don't you see that people are happy?"

Meng Yao couldn't help but glared at Old Man Sun, wanting him to pay attention to what he said.

What does it mean for a person to please himself?She was obviously the one who did it rudely!

Uncle Hu was stared at, his beard fluttering, "Why are you staring at me? I'm not wrong! If he is not happy, he will ask you if there are other things. Get rid of him quickly. His sitting will affect my mood." Already!"

Meng Yao: "..."

Taking a peek at the big villain's expression secretly, Meng Yao was relieved when she didn't see any displeasure on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he gave Uncle Hu another hard look.

In other people's homes, treat them like your own, and be careful to be driven away later.

Jiang Wenlei came over with a bowl and put it on the table, one, two, three.

One is not too much, the other is not too much, and it just happens to have his share.

(End of this chapter)