Chapter 430

Uncle Hua nodded and said, "how are the masters?"

The little girl laughed, "I'm in good health. I'm playing chess in the backyard."

Hu Yiming frowns slightly. There are few people who can be called master by Uncle Hua.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Hu Shaoguang, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes rarely showed a trace of warmth.

Hu Yiming was shocked.

"This is your brother Yiming." Uncle Hua said with a smile, "this is your sister ah Nuan."

"Good morning, brother Yiming." A warm and sweet smile.

It's just like her name.

Hu Yiming smiles, "good sister ah Nuan."

"Come on, go in." Hu Shaoguang, sitting in a wheelchair, said that although there was a trace of weakness in his voice, there was a trace of happiness in his tone.

"Good uncle Hu."

Ah Nuan turns around and takes Hu Yiming and they go inside.

The buildings inside are very simple, with a strong mountain flavor. But in such a mountain village, there seems to be nothing special. The only thing that can be called special is that there are quite a lot of rooms here, about a dozen.

Ah Nuan takes Hu Yiming around the main room and goes to the backyard.

"Get off the bus, get out of the car, hurry up. You're going to lose."

Seven or eight old men look at two old men.

"Seven, shut up. Can you stop nagging me every time I play chess?" Playing chess, an old man with a white beard said angrily.

"That you pour is next, all lose to five elder brother how many times." The old man, known as Lao Qi, stood beside him and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him.

"Watch chess without saying a word, true gentleman, so many years, seven elder brother your temper still did not change."

Hu Shaoguang in the wheelchair is pushed by Hu Yiming.

The old men were stunned and turned to look at the direction of Hu Shaoguang, and his face changed.

Hu San, who was the first to react, said, "it's 11. I haven't seen you for so many years. How do you feel that you're older than our big brother's faster."

Hu Yiming shakes his eyes, looks at these old men, suddenly understands something.

These are his uncles, the uncles who are said to have died.

I didn't expect to be here.

Hu Shaoguang laughed, "no way to overwork, it's hard to be old."

The old men snorted coldly.

"No, I'm afraid one day I'm really gone. Before I die, I'll bring my son to see you." Hu Shaoguang road.

Hu Laoqi cold hum, "you don't say, I thought it was your grandson."

Hu Yiming is the youngest son of Hu Shaoguang. When Hu Yiming was born, Hu Shaoguang was nearly 40 years old. In addition, Hu Shaoguang has been getting old a little faster because of his illness in the past two years.

It does look like Hu Yiming's grandfather.

Hu Shaoguang wryly grinned, "I do enjoy my grandson, but my child is not competitive."

Look back, folks

"Nephew looks better than your father." Said Hu Laosan.

"Don't praise him. If he is as good as me, I won't have to support him till now."

"Tut Tut, it's still as ugly as before."

Hu Laosan dislikes the way, and the brothers are also scorned.

A warm ha ha's smile, "every time uncle Hu comes, several uncles will bully uncle Hu together."

"Ah, you heartless little girl, don't forget who raised you so much and turned your elbow out." Hu Lao Shi Dao.

Ah Nuan spits out his tongue playfully, but is not afraid at all.

Hu Yiming droops his eyes to cover up the mood of his eyes. His mood is extremely complicated for a time.

Although these uncles are not good to Hu Shaoguang, they can see that there is no malice.

But until now, even the Hu family in Shangjing believe that Hu Shaoguang's brothers and sisters were forced to death by Hu Shaoguang.

There was a Hulei who saw it with his own eyes.

But now, it seems that everything is different from the rumor.

These uncles are living well. What's going on.

"For several uncles, and brother Yiming, I went to cook." Ah warm said with a smile.

"Make the Mapo Tofu last time. It's delicious." Hu Shaoguang said.

"If you have something to eat, you can choose it." Hu Laosan hums coldly.

A'nuan nodded to Hu Shaoguang and turned to the kitchen.

The old man withdrew his sight and continued to play chess. Hu Yiming pushed Hu Shaoguang forward.

After seeing the chess on the chessboard, he murmured, "third brother, your chess is still so smelly."

Hu Laosan glared at him, "I want you to talk more."Hu Laowu, the next generation of Hu Laosan, laughs happily. In this group of old men Li, he can only win over Hu Sangge.

"You go and help ah Nuan. You don't need you here. You can take care of me here with ah Hua." Hu Shaoguang road.

Hu Yiming nodded and walked towards the direction of a'nuan just now, but there was no trace of nostalgia.

"Your son doesn't seem to be close to you?" Hu Laosan said with a smile.

Hu Shaoguang glanced at his mouth, "who has not a few unfilial sons."

"Does your son know how to cook? He doesn't want to make trouble for ah Nuan."

In the kitchen, ah'an is cutting vegetables, and several aunts are helping her.

"Ah Nuan, this soup is ready." Said one of the aunts.

Ah Nuan went over, took a towel, lifted the lid of the casserole, and smelled, "OK, Aunt Zhang, help to deal with the fish. There are guests coming today."

Hu Yiming guessed that these people should be the nannies who were asked to come over.

A warm raised his eyes to see Hu Yiming. He was surprised and quickly wiped the water drops on his hands and said, "brother Yiming, how did you come in?"

Hu Yiming smile, conveniently put up his sleeve way, "I'll help you."

Ah Nuan looks at him suspiciously. Hu Yiming looks delicate and tender. Can he really cook.

Soon a'nuan was ashamed of his idea. It turns out that Hu Yiming not only can cook, but also does it very well and professionally.

Conveniently from the side of the basin took out a lively crucian carp, click a few times, the fish will be cleaned up.

The gills, the fishy thread and so on, have been dealt with.

Turn on the faucet and flush it down. The scales on the fish are put on the chopping board. If it is not for the scales, the fish looks like it has not been treated.

Unless it's not very modern, there are even cauldrons that need to burn firewood.

Although Hu Yiming can cook, he can't use this kind of big pot. His sight falls on the gas stove not far away and says, "which pot can I use?"

"Oh, yes." Said ah Nuan, who had come back to God.

Hu Yiming quickly slice the fish and heat the oil.

After a while, the smell of fish soup filled the room.

The aunt, who was burning the fire, smelled the fragrant airway, "does the young man have a daughter-in-law?"

Hu Yiming laughed, "yes."

"Well, your daughter-in-law is very happy. You have such a good craftsmanship." My aunt said.

Hu Yiming scratched the back of his head.