The handsome husband is so teasing

After listening to this sentence, Yu se smiled, "you uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, you have heard what this little sister said. After a while, Sister Zhang fried the soup. If grandma didn't improve after drinking, Yu se will never come to Mohism again. On the contrary, if grandma gets better immediately, this little sister will kowtow to me."

Yang Jialan listened to Yu SE's clear words word by word, gently pulled Mo Jingfei, and whispered, "Jingfei, don't promise."

But Mo Jingfei, a daughter, had never been threatened like this and so many people were present. If she flinched, her face would be lost. Therefore, she raised her head slightly and said arrogantly: "you'd better remember what you just said. If you dare to come to our Mohist school again in the future, I'll let the Tibetan mastiff bite you to death."

She doesn't believe that Yu se can really cure the old lady.

impossible.

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

Mo Jingyao's survival is probably related to Yin marriage, which has nothing to do with curing diseases and saving people.

"OK, I remember, and everyone helped me remember what I said to this lady and sister." Yu se calmly swept the crowd, and then returned to the kitchen.

Sister-in-law Zhang acted quickly and had fried a bowl of soup. "Here you are, Miss Yu."

Yu se walks to the old lady with the soup.

The old lady always had a painful expression, so no one dared to touch the old lady.

Fortunately, the villa was covered with carpets, and Luo Wanyi had someone take out a pillow and put it under the old lady's head.

But looking at her is still very uncomfortable.

Here comes Yu se.

Bend over, squat down and say softly, "grandma, drink this bowl of soup and you'll be better."

"No, I can't let Grandma drink this soup made of fruit peel. I don't agree." Mo Jingmei thinks that the credit for driving Yu se out of the Mohist school will be taken by Mo Jingfei, so she wants to brush her sense of existence and fight for some credit.

Yu se looked at the old lady and couldn't bear to delay any longer. "If grandma doesn't feel good after drinking this soup, how about I kowtow to you?"

Mo Jingmei's eyes lit up when she heard this. If yu se could kowtow to her, she would have more face. She leaned slightly. She stepped aside, "then you continue."

"No, if you kowtow to sister Jingmei, you'll kowtow to me too." Mo Jingfei was reluctant and couldn't eat any loss.

Yu se is really going to be speechless. I don't know what these two women think. Is it important to treat the old lady or let her kowtow to them?

And she only chose the former, and it was more important to treat the old lady.

Sister Zhang, who followed her, was a little nervous. The soup she fried herself was really made of banana peel and water. "Miss Yu, is this OK?"

"It's all right. I'll try."

Looking at her calm expression, Xu Qingzhen had a hairy feeling over there. She always felt that Yu se was not disorderly, "everybody, what if she ate bad?"

"It's just banana peel. It's not poison. At most, you can't eat well. Won't you eat bad?" Luo Wanyi, who hasn't spoken, looked coldly at Xu Qingzhen.

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

Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi came forward, but they didn't stop.

Yu se 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 drank it up in one breath.