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Chapter 7 Ancestral Secret Recipe
Xie Yinlan paused and stood on the porch, listening to Yao Xing talking nonsense.

But the ancestor really believed her lies, and caught up with her words and said, "My great-grandmother has known for a long time that there is something wrong with A Lan."

Xie Yinlan:? ?
What could be wrong with him?
The ancestor continued: "Before, I urged him to have sex with you quickly, but he always used the excuse that you were still studying to frustrate me. That's all."

"But this year, you have graduated from college, and I just urged him again. But he said that you are still young and wanted to indulge you in playing for two more years."

"I'm just thinking, if he's physically normal in all aspects, how can he bear to sleep with you all day and night?"

"Unless," the ancestor sighed, "unless he really has a hidden disease, which is why he keeps trying to prevent the Xie family from opening up."

Xie Yinlan: "..."

This hundred-year-old woman is so old that she has only a handful of old bones left, and she still acts like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, so good at thinking.

Does he look like he has a hidden illness?

"It's just no defense." The ancestor suddenly comforted Yaoxing: "My great-grandmother has a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors."

Ga?
Yao Xing's ears suddenly stood up, her two bright eyes opened, and she was extremely curious: "What is the secret recipe passed down from generation to generation?"

Xie Yinlan's eyelids were slightly raised, as if she wanted to investigate. She leaned quietly next to an antique vase half a person's height, listening to the grandfather, grandson and daughter-in-law whispering some private secrets.

Zhen Yan didn't say anything directly, but called Mrs. Li, who took care of her daily life, to go to the kitchen and bring out the soup she had cooked long ago and divide it into two bowls.

One bowl is for Yaoxing and one bowl is for Xie Yinlan.

Yaoxing looked at the dark concoction in the bowl, which was hot and overflowing with the sweet and bitter taste of Chinese medicinal materials. She couldn't help shrinking her neck and asked: "Grandma, what is this?"

"Double Ninth Soup." Zhen Yan smiled with her old eyes: "If a man drinks it, it can strengthen the spleen and kidneys. If a woman drinks it, it can beautify her face."

After a pause, he started to feel nostalgic: "I remember back then, your great-grandfather always looked sick and had no interest in men and women. Then he drank this Double Ninth Festival soup..."

She suddenly raised her voice, as if she wanted to tell Xie Yinlan on purpose: "It suddenly became so fierce that I became pregnant with twins."

Yaoxing: "..."

Xie Yinlan: "..."

I don’t know whether to drink this bowl of medicine or not?
Xie Yinlan walked to the dining hall, sat on an armchair, and looked at the bowl of Double Ninth Soup handed over by Mrs. Li, feeling complicated.

Yaoxing swallowed dryly and said, "Is it really so magical?"

"Isn't that right?" the ancestor replied: "Your grandfather and your aunt are living examples."

Yaoxing: "..."

Yes, Xie Yinlan’s grandfather and his aunt are twins.

Yaoxing opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but the ancestor spoke before she could say anything, "Drink it while it's hot. Grandma is tired and needs to rest. After you two finish drinking, we'll be here tonight." Go to sleep, I have asked people to clean A-lan's courtyard today. You will stay here often in the future, so that my grandma can nurse you two back to health."

Goodbye...

There are a million rejections in Yaoxing's heart, but filial piety comes first. This is the first ancestral precept of the Xie family, and no one can disobey it.

The word filial piety is already engraved in the genes and bones of the Xie family. Whether they are from the family or those who marry out, they must adhere to this tenet.

Therefore, the words of rejection rolled down his throat, and he could only forcefully change it to: "Okay, grandma. Xingxing will drink it up without leaving any drop, and then she and her brother Yinlan will have a big, fat twins for you." hug."

laugh.

The words are better spoken than the songs.

Xie Yinlan sneered inwardly, holding the bowl, but unknowingly took a sip first.

(End of this chapter)