The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 9 Mosquito Catching
An Yunyao is now a little bitch, and when she speaks, she suppresses her throat and is hoarse, "Grandma said that she has something to do with Aunt Zhao, so she won't be coming back for dinner tonight."

Not coming back?

Mr. An was puzzled. It seemed that his wife had something urgent to do, so she didn't say hello to him.

So he walked up to An Yunyao, and handed the spoon to An Yunzhe who was beside him, "Go and bring the cooked spicy carp to the yard."

There was a power outage in the house just now, and the electric fan didn't work.

The weather is hot in summer, and the yard in this Anjia house is spacious, and the wind can flow around, which is cooler than the house.

An Yunzhe covered his face with an iron spoon.

"Why are you still standing there!" The sixty-pound An Yunyao was held on his lap by Mr. An, without much effort, "Bring out the fish, and we'll eat it in the yard at night."

An Yunzhe couldn't figure out why that kid Situ Zheng didn't have to serve fish#～#
"Hurry up." Old Master An said to the reluctant An Yunzhe, "When serving the fish, be careful, don't get burned."

Before An Yunzhe left, he did not forget to tell An Yunyao: "Yaoyao. Remember what elder brother said, and ignore that idiot."

An Yunyao turned around, and Situ Zheng was right behind her, just like what the elder brother said, with a bit of stupidity.

Suddenly, An Yunyao felt itchy all over her body.

Because Anjia practices medicine, there are many flowers and plants in the yard, so it is easy to attract mosquitoes.

After a while, An Yunyao scratched out a big bag with her small hands.

After the careful old man An saw it, his heart ached and he cursed: "Which dead mosquito with no eyes, dares to bite our youngest sister!"

After hearing this, An Yunyao was a little shocked.

The mosquito that caused the accident was buzzing around in front of Mr. An, as if showing off its full stomach.

"Snapped."

Situ Zheng slapped the flying mosquito to death on the stone bench.

An Yunzhe, who was taking small steps in the kitchen and walking slowly to the courtyard, was sobbing at Situ Zheng's slap from a long distance away.

"Azheng." Old Master An looked at Situ Zheng's red palm, "You stay here, play with Yaoyao for a while."

Finally having time to be alone again, Situ Zheng was naturally willing to do so.

"Okay." He immediately agreed, and sat next to An Yunyao.

"What are you talking about? Take me with you too."

An Yunzhe put the fish on the stone bench. Since Situ Zheng came to visit them frequently, he has become less and less important in the An family.

"What are you talking about! Go to work!"

An Yunzhe, who was hit on the back of the head by Mr. An, said with emotion in his heart.

The old man has completely different attitudes towards An Yunzhe and An Yunyao. After all, he is his sister, and An Yunzhe has no complaints.

However, Situ Zheng ate and drank his family's food, and coveted his little sister, why didn't he work.

An Yunzhe sat down on the stone bench, commanding Situ Zheng like an old man, "What about you, let's go."

Situ Zheng managed to get a chance to be alone, and he still had something new to give to Yao'er, so naturally he didn't want to leave.

So, the two of them sat here with their swords drawn and snarled, fighting each other, neither of them would admit defeat.

"childish."

An Yunyao was sandwiched between An Yunzhe and Situ Zheng, so she simply got off the stool by herself, twisted her fat little body, and decided to go to the house to get the white buns by herself.

"What about you!"

"What about you!"

The two boys said in unison.

However, in the end, Situ Zheng seemed to remember something, he jumped off the stone bench, and chased Mr. An away.

Not long after, An Yunzhe saw An Yunyao swaying over, jumped off the stone bench, and took the things into his hands like a whirlwind, "If you want to go into the house to get buns, how can you not tell brother?" ?”

An Yunyao rolled her eyes, and left it to An Yunzhe to understand.

When receiving the steamed buns, An Yunzhe noticed the big bag on An Yunyao's arm, "Yaoyao, was this bitten by a mosquito?"

All over the yard, they didn't bite Situ Zheng, an outsider, but actually bit his little sister.

"Which mosquito did something bad?"

An Yunyao looked at the overzealous brother in front of her, and sighed, "I was beaten to death by Situ Zheng."

Situ Zheng, Situ Zheng, Situ Zheng!
An Yunzhe only felt that these three words were floating in front of his eyes.

Just as he was talking, he didn't know when he folded back again.

Situ Zheng freed one hand, wiped the sweat off his cheeks with the back of his hand, and panted, "Here."

The other hand was the wormwood that had just been picked. When he was about to stuff it into An Yunyao's palm, An Yunzhe stopped him halfway.

"You are not very old, but you are quite good at borrowing flowers to present Buddha."

In An Yunzhe's eyes, Situ Zheng was nothing more than taking the wormwood from his grandpa and showing his presence in front of Yaoyao.

Seemingly used to An Yunzhe's cynicism, Situ Zheng didn't refute anything.

When Mr. An came back, An Yunzhe had already lit the wormwood, luckily he still had some in his hand.

On weekdays, when studying medical knowledge, this An Yunzhe is in a state of half-knowledge. He only thinks that the lit wormwood can repel mosquitoes, but he doesn't think about removing the bag on Yaoyao's arm.

"Yaoyao." The old man took the remaining wormwood and covered the bitten pustules, "Be patient for a while, our pimple will disappear."

"hiss."

When the wormwood covered the skin, it was still itchy, but after a while, the cool feeling suppressed the itching.

In the end, Mr. An swept the crushed mugwort leaves off An Yunyao's arm, and then exhaled softly.

"Stinky mosquito!" The old man yelled into the air, "If you are hungry in the future, just come to me! Biting my granddaughter is nothing!"

An Yunyao kept her grandfather's love for her in her heart. Although it was a bit exaggerated, it was all love from the bottom of her heart.

She thought: If An Yunxia was here, she would definitely say that the whole courtyard would not bite anyone, so why did she just bite An Yunyao? It's not because she has a lot of meat and mosquitos like it.

"Yaoyao."

Since An Dalang had Yunyao, he was determined to wash his hands and bid farewell to the gloomy past, so he took advantage of the Su family's factory to recruit people and went to work with his wife Du Jiajia, and he often didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening .

"Let's eat first." The old man removed the fishbone, and he was very satisfied with his handiwork. "Come on. Try Grandpa's results."

Seeing that Situ Zheng wanted to put fish in An Yunyao's bowl, An Yunzhe was not far behind, and soon An Yunyao was turned into a hill.

An Yunyao said that she really wanted to lose weight, but lost to the external environment.

What's more, she was in an instinctive need, holding chopsticks, and stuffing pieces of fish into her mouth.

"How is it?" Mr. An regards watching An Yunyao eat as a kind of joyful enjoyment, "Which one is better, the food cooked by grandpa or grandma?"

(End of this chapter)