Chapter 22

In the living room, Mr. Jiang is tasting tea. He is Mr. Ye's favorite snow top tip.

Mr. Ye took Lu Xiaoya and said, "Lao Jiang, this is my granddaughter Xiaoya, Xiaoya, this is your grandpa Jiang Qinghua."

"Hello, Grandpa Jiang!" In the last life, Mr. Ye asked grandpa Jiang to examine her. Jiang Qinghua's appearance is particularly in line with people's influence on old traditional Chinese medicine.

Jiang Qinghua looked at the eldest Miss Lu who had just returned to Lu's house. Her eyes were like stars, her long splashed hair and her temperament were not a little better than the former Lu Mengru“ Ha ha, I really deserve to be your Ye's child. " Mr. Jiang laughed.

Lu Xiaoya was also very happy.

"Old man Jiang, why did you come so early today?" While talking, he took Lu Xiaoya and sat on the mahogany chair in the living room.

"Hum, I don't know who urged me early in the morning to feel the pulse for his baby grandson." Master Jiang groaned and said, "you promised me to share the Dahongpao you just got. I can't go back!"

Old Ye coughed a few times, but he didn't respond.

Lu Xiaoya looked at the transparent tea soup and the standing tea leaves in the tea cup, and then took a sip gently. Good tea!

Jiang Qinghua put down his tea cup and began to check Lu Xiaoya's body. He turned over Lu Xiaoya's eyelids, looked at Lu Xiaoya's tongue coating, gave Lu Xiaoya a pulse, finally grabbed his goatee, frowned and said, "the child has been malnourished and anaemic since childhood. Coupled with palace cold, his constitution is cold and his Qi and blood are weak. He has to be well conditioned."

Old Ye's face was a little decadent. Unexpectedly, this Constitution and disease were also inherited from Xiaoya. At the beginning, his wife and daughter died because of this last dystocia

Jiang Qinghua looked at Ye Nantian's face and said with relief, "Xiao Ya is still young. She must be able to recuperate well. There's no me. I haven't studied my daughter's disease these years, and I've made some achievements."

Mr. Ye didn't say anything, just nodded.

Lu Xiaoya knows her physical condition, and she is still young. She doesn't think about getting married in the future. Those are too far away from her. At present, she has a lot of things to do.

Jiang Qinghua saw Lu Xiaoya's bright eyes and knew what she thought. He looked at old ye: "old ye, look at you. It's not as clear as a little girl."

"Alas, when people are old, they can't help thinking about what they have and what they don't have." Ye Lao sighed.

Lu Xiaoya looked at Jiang Qinghua with a bright light in her eyes. For a long time, she said, "Grandpa Jiang, can you teach me some pharmacology?"

Mr. Ye looked at her, his eyes were almost shining, and he smiled helplessly. The junior middle school curriculum was added with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now he still wants to learn pharmacology. What else does the child want to do?

Jiang Qinghua glanced at the helpless old man Ye next to him and smiled like an old fox: "do you know how many people want to worship under my door?"

Lu Xiaoya touched her nose and said, "I just want to learn some medical theory, not to become a master in the medical world."

Jiang Qinghua was a little surprised. Originally, he planned to accept this disciple for the sake of an old friend. He didn't expect others to have no intention to worship the master at all.

Old Ye couldn't help laughing when he saw the stare of old leader Jiang: "do you teach or not?"

Jiang Qinghua hummed, "give me the Dahongpao and I'll teach you."

Lu Xiaoya looked at the two old people bickering like two old urchins, and couldn't help laughing.