Only the ancestor was the calmest, as if he didn't hear anything, and didn't even take a step out of the door.

"Hiss... be gentle, be gentle..."

"Ouch! My old man is dizzy, his limbs are weak, and he really can't move!"

The two old men finally entered the small flower hall and were given medicine by Brother Ye and Master Ye.

Let's talk about Mr. Ye, while applying medicine to the thin old man whose face was red and purple, he looked at it carefully.

He always felt that this old man looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him before!

In addition, the thin old man was grinning and howling, which completely deformed the facial features, and Mr. Ye really couldn't recognize him.

The fat old monk on the side was much more obedient and allowed Brother Ye to apply the medicine without crying in an exaggerated manner.

The ancestor, who had already washed up, sat in the front seat and watched the two old men perform without saying anything or getting angry.

In addition to Liangchen, the other three maids who had beaten up the two old men also did what they were supposed to do without feeling any guilt at all.

No, after beating the people, they didn't stop them from cooking.

It didn't take long for me to ask about the smell of the food.

This made the two old men even more hungry after being frozen outside all night, not sleeping well, and even getting a beating.

"Say, Mr. Ye, my old man won't have any scars on his face, right?"

The thin old man glanced at his ancestor secretly, and then asked Master Ye like an elder.

This question confused Mr. Ye.

Ye Xiaozi?

Who to call?

Mr. Ye stopped applying the medicine and looked at his son.

"I'm just talking about you!"

Seeing that Mr. Ye had no self-awareness at all, the thin old man blew his beard and stared at him, and tugged on his sleeves.

"Oh! Don't worry, old man, there are just some bruises on your face, there will be no scars."

Mr. Ye was very natural, ignoring the broken skin on the thin old man's forehead, and answered seriously.

It’s really surprising that his face doesn’t turn red when he lies, and his heart doesn’t beat!

The fat old monk beside him couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but said nothing.

"That's good. If my old man loses his appearance, it won't be possible!"

Everyone has a love for beauty, and thin old men are no exception.

"Don't worry, this injury will heal in three to five days without leaving any trace."

Mr. Ye once again opened his eyes and told lies, and he even said something that sounded like that. He was coaxed into submission by the thin old man, which made the four maids beside him admire him.

"Boy Ye, my old man is hungry!"

After a beating, you need to eat something good to replenish yourself, right?

The thin old man didn't dare to instruct others, but when it came to instructing Mr. Ye, he was very handy.
Chapter completed!