Chapter 213

old fool!

I'm still thinking about your eldest son when I'm dying!

"Grandma, don't worry. You must be fine. Let's eat something else today. The doctor said you can only eat plain soup, so I specially asked someone to make some tofu soup. You can drink more."

LAN Enron brought out a pot of snow-white tofu with a little water and no oil foam. There were some floating scallions on it occasionally.

Zhao Xiumei picked it up and took a sip. It didn't taste at all. She frowned.

"Isn't there any salt?"

LAN Enron pretended to be surprised and tasted it.

"Ah!"

As soon as she got to her mouth, she vomited out with a bitter look on her face.

"Grandma, it's so salty. Why do you say there's no salt?"

Zhao Xiumei tasted it again. There was no salt, so she got angry and said.

"Dead girl! Dare you lie to me!"

She couldn't help knocking over a pot of tofu soup in front of her.

At this time, LAN Tingyun pushed the door in, and LAN Enron began to sob.

"Grandma, it's all my fault. You're sick and make you unhappy. I really made this tofu soup salty. I'll make it again!"

As soon as Zhao Xiumei saw LAN Tingyun coming back, she understood that this was intentional by the dead girl.

"There's no salt. What are you pretending? Will an old lady bully you?"

She quickly explained.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

LAN Tingyun came over and asked.

"Second, the dead girl dares to tease me. The tofu soup has no oil and salt. She has to say that there is something wrong with my taste. Isn't this a curse for my aggravation?"

Zhao Xiumei scolded angrily.

"Grandma, it's all my fault. This tofu soup really has salt. Grandma, I didn't lie to you."

LAN Enron said miserably.

"Mom is a bowl of tofu soup. Don't quarrel with a child. I know you're in a bad mood. I'll help you upstairs to the rest area."

LAN Tingyun said softly.

"What do you sleep for? I really think I'm a pig? 24 hours a day, I'll lie in bed for 18 hours. You still have my mother in your eyes? I'm not allowed to go anywhere. I'm in this small yard. You're going to house arrest me!"

Zhao Xiumei said angrily.

"Mom, no, you're not sick. Let's take good care of it. Is the medicine taken recently still effective?"

LAN Tingyun asked.

"Not much effect!"

Zhao Xiumei thought of her illness and looked dejected.

"Enron, why did you give your grandmother this when she was sick and needed nutrition?"

LAN Tingyun asked, looking at the tofu soup on the ground.

"Dad, I made a lot of soup for grandma. Grandma doesn't drink it."

LAN Enron said wrongfully.

"You go and bring the soup."

LAN Tingyun asked.

LAN Enron secretly brought a pot of chicken soup and put it in front of Zhao Xiumei.

"Mom, be obedient and drink more!"

LAN Tingyun coaxed.

"Tingyun, how's the house going? Mom's health is getting worse day by day. Just follow mom's wishes."

Zhao Xiumei is still beating the drum.

"Mom, don't worry. I'm already raising money for this house, but the number is too large. I need time."

LAN Tingyun blows chicken soup and sends it to Zhao Xiumei's mouth.

"What? Are you serious? Didn't you lie to me?"

Zhao Xiumei said in surprise.

"Well, No."

LAN Tingyi took the opportunity to send the chicken soup in.

"What about your brother's job?"

Zhao Xiumei asked again.

"Mom, big brother doesn't change himself. People don't want to go anywhere. He can't go to his previous job. You know what big brother is like. It still depends on big brother himself."

LAN Tingyun continued to feed chicken soup.

When Zhao Xiumei heard this, she was unhappy and stopped drinking chicken soup.

"Don't you know what your eldest brother has experienced? He has a very low self-esteem. He was a doctor and very conceited before. If you let him clean the toilet, he will definitely not do it. You can find president Gong related to the doctor for him, even if it is to give injections and manage the medicine in the warehouse. It's easy to work and get the salary."

LAN Tingyun put down the chicken soup and thought for a while.

"Mom, there is still a shortage of people in one place of the hospital. I don't know if my eldest brother dares to go. The job is easy and the salary is high."

Zhao Xiumei said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Where?"

"The hospital morgue is short of a night shift."

LAN Tingyun said slowly.

"Poof!"

LAN Enron didn't hold back his laughter.

LAN Tingyi looked at him every day, but it was a counseling bag. It was more difficult for him to go to the morgue than to lie in himself.

"Second, you..."

"Mom, there's really no place. He can't be a doctor. The work in the morgue is very easy. Just carry the patients, register and hand over. My brother's level can only be said here."

LAN Tingyun said helplessly.

"Alas! Speaking of this boss, it seems that he doesn't have anything to do with sending me here. He doesn't know to come and see me."

Zhao Xiumei said sadly.

"Grandma, uncle should be busy winning the prize."

LAN Enron smiled.

"Enron, don't talk nonsense, mom. I'll talk to my brother in person. It depends on whether he agrees or not."

LAN Tingyun takes chicken soup and feeds it to Zhao Xiumei.

"Grandma, drink quickly. We'll go to bed later."

LAN Enron urged, but there was a surprise waiting for the old thing.