Chapter 25

After listening to this sentence, Yu se laughed, "all the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, this little sister's words you all heard. After a while, Sister Zhang fried the soup. If grandma didn't get better, I would never come to Mohist school again. On the contrary, if my grandmother was ready immediately, this little sister would kowtow to me."

Yang Jialan listened to the words of metaphor and color. She gently tugged at Mo Jingfei and said in a low voice, "Jingfei, don't promise in disorder."

But Mo Jingfei, a daughter of gold, has never been threatened by such a threat, and so many people are present. If she withdraws, she will lose her face. Therefore, she raises her head slightly and says arrogantly, "you'd better remember what you said. If you dare to come to our Mohist School again, I'll let Tibetan mastiff bite you."

She didn't believe that metaphor could cure the old lady.

No way.

Now, the second room of the Mohist family's big room has all the figurative personal data in her hands. From birth to now, she is a female student, and she has never heard of her ability to cure and save people.

The reason why Mo Jingyao could survive was that he was married in Yin, which had nothing to do with curing diseases and saving people.

"Well, I remember, and everyone helps me remember what I said to this young lady." The metaphor swept the crowd calmly and then returned to the kitchen.

Mrs. Zhang's action is very fast, already fried a bowl of soup, "Miss Yu, here you are."

Yu se took the soup and went to the old lady.

The old lady always has a painful expression, so no one dares to move the old lady.

Fortunately, there are carpets in the villa, and luowanyi has already had a pillow put under her head.

But she still looks uncomfortable.

The metaphor is here.

Bend over, squat down, soft voice way: "grandma, drink this bowl of soup, you will be better."

"No, grandma can't have this kind of peel soup. I don't agree." Mo Jingmei felt that the credit for driving Yu se out of the Mohist school would be taken by Mo Jingfei, so she also wanted to brush off her sense of existence and strive for some credit.

Yu se looked at the old lady's miserable appearance and couldn't bear to delay it any longer. "If grandma doesn't drink this soup well, I'll kowtow to you, OK?"

Mo Jingmei heard this, her eyes are bright, if you can let Yu se kowtow to her, then she has more face, micro one side, she let go, "then you continue."

"No, if you kowtow to sister Jingmei, you should kowtow to me." However, Mo Jingfei refused to give up and couldn't eat any loss.

Yu se is really speechless. I don't know what these two women think. Is it important for the old lady to cure her illness or for her to kowtow to both of them?

But she, only chooses the former, treats the old lady to be more important.

Mrs. Zhang was a little nervous. The soup she cooked herself was really made of banana peel and water. "Miss Yu, is this OK?"

"It's OK. I'll try."

Looking at her calm expression, Xu Qingzhen has a kind of hairy feeling over there. She always thinks that metaphor is not random. "Everyone, what if this food is bad?"

"It's just banana peel. It's not poison. At most, it's not good to eat, right?" Luo Wanyi, who has been silent, looks coldly at Xu Qingzhen.

"Yes, yes, my mother is right. If you can't eat well, you can't let Grandma try." Mo Jingxi doesn't know anything, but she knows that her mother's words are right. She must stand by her mother's side.

Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi came forward, but they did not stop him.

Yu se then blew the soup and gently sent it to the old lady's lips.

The old lady felt cold when she lay on the ground. A bowl of hot soup came to her lips and she drank it up in one breath.