Chapter 162

Yang Jinghai suddenly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes, and looked at Tang Huai sharply, "Why are you talking so much at a young age?"

Tang Huai pursed his lips and looked at Yang Jinghai faintly. "Grandpa Yang, my aunt is ill. She is very ill."

Yang Jinghai looked at Tang Huai coolly: "what does it have to do with me?"

"You're a doctor. I want you to help my aunt."

"No!"

"I don't have a father. My little sister hasn't been six months. I really don't want my mother to separate from us like this."

“……”

"Grandpa Yang, go and see my aunt. As long as you help my aunt treat her, I can do whatever you want."

“……”

"How about I make you a small steamed stuffed bun every day? All the pits in it are streaky meat. Once you bite it, you'll leave a mouthful of juice."

Hearing this, Yang Jinghai raised his eyelids and looked at Tang Huai with small eyes. "What is a small cage bag?"

"It's made of flour. It's delicious."

"Better than the chicken just now?"

"Almost. Grandpa Yang, in addition to xiaolongmian, there are snacks."

"What is dessert?"

"What is dessert? I can't explain it to you now. When you arrive in Anxian County, I'll make it for you." Tang Huai smiled at Yang Jinghai.

"Anxian? Where is Anxian?" Yang Jinghai tried to think that the name sounded familiar, but he just couldn't remember which place it was. Had he been there before?

Jing Xuan washed the dishes and chopsticks and came out. He saw Tang Huai and Yang Jinghai talking. He walked slowly and sat down next to Tang Huai.

Looking down, he accidentally saw Tang Huai's shoelaces fall off. He bent down and tied them for her.

Tang Huai looked and wanted to take back his feet, but he was so serious that he was OK.

When Yang Jinghai saw Jing Xuan, he didn't like to come, mainly because the boy didn't look good at all.

Yang Jinghai glanced at Jingxuan coolly, then stared at Tang Huai: "you haven't told me where an county is."

"In K city."

Yang Jinghai was surprised: "are you from K city?"

"Yes." Tang Huai nodded.

"Damn it, you two bastards came all the way to annoy me?"

Jing Xuan tied his shoes. He looked up and looked at Yang Jinghai calmly: "Grandpa Yang, we're here to ask you to treat my mother-in-law, not to annoy you."

"Shut up!" Yang Jinghai looked at Jing Xuan seriously: "I don't like you the most!"

Jing Xuan pursed his thin lips, but he didn't let him like it.

Jing Xuan touched Tang Huai's head, "she likes me."

Tang Huai:

Did she say she liked him?

"What else is delicious besides dessert?" Yang Jinghai's mind returned to eating.

Full of food.

"Like the chicken just eaten, there are braised meat, double cooked meat, cake and so on." Tang Huai said.

"Alas..." Yang Jinghai hasn't eaten these. What the hell is cake?

"What's the matter, Grandpa Yang?" Tang Huai saw Yang Jinghai sigh and slightly wrinkled his head. His black and white eyes looked at him brightly.

"I haven't seen anyone for many years. I can't see a doctor well."

“……”

Jing Xuan sniffed: "Grandpa Yang, come on, you have to make a draft if you lie. You have been reading the books in your room. You have been studying medicine. How can it not work?"

It was said that Yang Jinghai's face sank, "I said, I don't like you very much. Shut up!"

Tang Huai smiled. "Grandpa Yang, let him work. What do you want him to do?"

"The chicken urine in the chicken house is one foot high. Go and help me shovel chicken excrement and clean the chicken house." Yang Jinghai said.

As soon as Tang Huai listens to it, he sucks at the corners of his mouth and shovels chicken excrement?

Tang Huai looks at Jing Xuan strangely. He's dignified. Let him shovel chicken excrement?

Jing Xuan's eyes also flashed a touch of surprise. The old man

Jing Xuan's face sank. "If you want me to shovel chicken excrement, you have to promise Tang Huai to treat her aunt."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill your mother-in-law?" Yang Jinghai looked at Jing Xuan angrily.

"If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't have come all the way to you with my wife."

Tang Huai is crazy. Who is his wife?

"Shovel chicken shit!"

Jing Xuan got up and walked towards Yang Jinghai's chicken house in the surprised eyes of Tang Huai.

He, he really shovel chicken shit? Ah... Brother Jing Xuan, this shit shoveling officer.

Seeing Tang Huai's surprised expression, Yang Jinghai asked angrily, "why? I don't want you to work at home?"

"No, no..." Tang Huai shook his head.

Yang Jinghai looked at her: "look, you're not old. How can you cook so much food?"

He has never heard of snacks, cakes and steamed buns. Alas, he has lived in the mountains for too long. It's time to go out and see the world.

Tang Huai smiled bitterly: "because I like a person, who is very excellent. Everyone says I don't deserve him. I'm not convinced. I study hard and learn all kinds of things to make myself worthy of him."

Yang Jinghai pointed behind him, "he? You don't deserve him? I think you like him, but he doesn't like him!"

"Maybe he contradicted you today, Grandpa Yang. In fact, brother Jingxuan is a very good person with cold face and hot heart."

"I don't think so." Yang Jinghai sneered: "the boy looks not simple. The city is very deep."

"He is a soldier."

"What?! soldiers?"

Tang Huai nodded, "and the military position is not small."

"Soldiers are such hooligans?"

"Cough..." Tang Huai choked with saliva. How can such a handsome brother Jingxuan become a hooligan in Grandpa Yang's eyes?

"What's wrong with your aunt?" Yang Jinghai raised his chin.

"Advanced stage of uterine cancer."

Yang Jinghai frowned: "is the operation over?"

"Yes."

How can I beat my thigh so hard? I don't know how many times I can do this

Tang Huai lowered his head. Didn't he know you at that time?

"What I'm optimistic about are those who have just got sick and are in the late stage... I haven't met them." After a moment of silence, Yang Jinghai spoke faintly.

"I just don't want to miss any chance, Grandpa Yang. When I beg you, will you go and treat my aunt?" Tang Huai looked at Yang Jinghai prayingly.

"I want tea." Yang Jinghai nodded.

"I'll make it for you."

"No boiling water."

"I'll burn it." Tang Huai trotted to the kitchen.

She felt that Yang Jinghai was not so difficult to speak. If he kept pestering, he would go to see his aunt.

As soon as Tang Huai entered the kitchen, he heard a young man's voice: "dead old man, send me sweet potatoes."

Tang Huai turned and looked over.

He was a man of the same age as Jing Xuan, wearing only a pair of linen trousers and bare upper body.

The upper body is dark. Because of sweating, the black skin shines against the light.

He put half a bag of sweet potatoes at the foot of Yang Jinghai, fanning his hands while roast: "I really don't understand. Living in such a high office."

Yang Jinghai looked up at the man: "why don't you send rice?"

"The harvest is not good. There is no rice. It's good to have sweet potatoes." The man was impatient.