At that time, she was determined to seek death, and she was instinctively resisting anything related to Libeicheng, and had no intention of meeting a psychologist.

Although she wasn't blamed for this, she never knew about it.

It seemed that Yan Xiaye would really take this responsibility. The man's slender eyes widened a little, and in a flash he returned to normal. He sarcastically said: "Are people from wealthy families so hypocritical like you.

?”

"Whatever you think." Yan Xiaye probably knew what the image he was in the other party's mind, so he simply did not defend himself. He just took out a note and wrote down her number and handed it to the man: "You want to compensate that girl too, right?

, No matter what you plan to do, I am willing to share half of it."

The man didn't go to pick up the note, looked at her deeply, turned around and left on his own: "Madam Li, don't make any money to solve the problem."

Watching the man walk away, Yan Xiaye kneaded the sticky notes into a ball in his palm, feeling a little uneasy.

She sighed softly, and she looked at the closed door again, hesitated and knocked: "Old sir, do you still like the wine you sent a few days ago?"

She knew that she should not be in a hurry to ask the old man for medical treatment, but the longer the rehabilitation time, the more unfavorable it would be for the uncle.

So, she had to be shameless.

In the courtyard, the old man nodded meaningfully, walked over and opened the door bolt, looked at Yan Xiaye up and down, and didn't know if he heard her brief conversation with the man.

Under such scrutiny, Yan Xiaye tried his best to make himself smile so that the old man would not get bored.

After a moment of this, the old man suddenly asked, "Girl, can you make wine-making ducks?"

"Yes!" Yan Xiaye's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that there would be a chance to perform so quickly. He quickly raised his head and said, "What else do you want to eat? What ingredients are missing at home? I'll buy it now."

"I've prepared all the ingredients, just make it." He moved away slowly and half a step. The old man looked at Yan Xiaye and slipped into the yard happily. The corners of his serious mouth quietly bent, and the next second he was so terrifying that he was so terrifying that he was so terrifying that he was so ruthless.

Warned her: "The ducks here are all natural and free-range. It's fine if you can't do it. If you waste the ducks, I won't forgive you."

"Don't worry, I used to..." Thinking of those pasts that I didn't want to mention, Yan Xiaye's eyes dimmed for a moment: "I have learned cooking seriously and will definitely satisfy you."

"The kitchen is there. If you do it to satisfy me, I can make an exception. What's wrong with you want me to see."

After receiving the old man's words, Yan Xiaye was full of energy and immediately plunged into the kitchen.

On the cutting board, a duck's flesh and blood were separated, and the bones removed were neatly piled on one side without any excess shredded meat.

Such inhumane as being able to deal with ducks is either an old chef for more than ten years or a doctor who is used to holding scalpels.

Yan Xiaye shivered inexplicably, and seemed to see the man who looked down on her standing here with an expressionless face. The kitchen knife in his hand was filled with cold light, and he completed such a sophisticated bone-clearing technique in a few swishes.

Speaking of which, the bodyguard of the Li family would specially invite him, which shows that the man has a good attainment in psychology.

An hour later, the wine-wine duck was finally out of the pot.

Yan Xiaye tried his best to put a very delicious look on the duck. He trembled and brought the plate to the yard, standing under the gourd rack looking forward.

The old man poured himself a drink, and did not intend to invite her to sit down. His expression was as strict as ever, and he could not tell his likes and dislikes of this dish.

Yan Xiaye's heart was about to reach his throat, and he secretly questioned nervously. Although she had indeed learned this dish from the chef, she hadn't made it for a long time. If the skills declined and the old man was not satisfied, it should be

what to do?

Until the three rounds of wine, the old man blushed and burped, took out the last piece of duck meat from the soup, waved his hand to greet Yan Xiaye: "Tell me."

She ran over in three steps at a time, and her future meaning was roughly explained: "Western medicine will not have a good effect on my uncle. I heard that you were the master of national medicine in the past and my last hope. You have to do whatever you want me to do.

Yes, please don't refuse me."

"I don't know what Western medicine is for treatment, but in my opinion, there is no better way than acupuncture and medicinal bath." The old man shook his head, did not say he agreed or said he would not agree, and went to sleep in the house with a yawn.

After a nap, Yan Xiaye was left alone in the yard.

Anyone who is arrogant and has a high opinion of himself will definitely not be able to stand this kind of ignorance.

Yan Xiaye didn't care about the old man's cold attitude. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He smiled and cleaned all the messy dishes on the Eight Immortals' table in the kitchen. He found a broom and tried hard to sweep the yard, and then gave it to the yard one by one.

Water the flowers and plants in it.

When the afternoon was over, even the little pug in the yard was very familiar with her, and she followed her with her tail shaking.

The door behind her creaked, and the old man stretched out and walked out. Seeing her busy sweating like rain, some admiration flashed through her eyes.

Over the years, there have been many people who have given him generous gifts to treat him, but few have passed his test.

If Yan Xiaye did not do all this by himself, but called the housekeeper, he would definitely drive this beautiful girl away.

Thinking of this, the old man thought about it and said concisely: "The sooner the rehabilitation, the better. If you make me a wine-stewing duck, you can bring your uncle over here and fight a protracted battle.

Preparation.”

The implication is that he can start treatment, but during the treatment period, she must work hard like this.

"Yes, thank you!" Yan Xiaye smiled with curved eyes. He raised his hand with soil and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. He put down the flower pot that had been served in his hand, looked at the sky and said goodbye and left: "

I'll come here tomorrow."

The old man was stunned when he looked at her smile, and turned around and went back to the house helplessly, as he agreed to her approach to speeding up the progress.

That little uncle must be very important to this girl.

When I returned to the city, it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Xiaye went to the supermarket to buy a lot of food and pots for family hot pot, and prepared to hold a small party in the studio to celebrate the upcoming opening.

Pushing a supermarket cart that could no longer be installed waiting at the door, Yan Xiaye asked Yin Baiyan to come down from the upper floor to help, and the two of them moved the things back together.

Everything was ready to stop, it was just getting dark.
Chapter completed!