Liu Qinghu was embarrassed and said with a bitter face: "Hey, this matter is because your grandparents are wrong. I can't persuade them, and I can't talk to you. Alas, in short, it's all for me to be useless and I can't help you."

Liu Meihua hurriedly said, "Third Brother, at that family, I remember it all in my heart. As long as my parents, I will not be as weak as before, and I will not let them rub the round and pinch it flat."

"Well, Meihua, you should do this." Liu Qinghu praised, "If you are as stingy as your elder sister, they will not dare to bully you."

Fu Yingying thought of her aunt. When her grandparents asked for 100 kilograms of grain and 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes from an old widower who lost his wife to sell her to his aunt, but her aunt was smart and unwilling to be manipulated by her family. She stole the household registration book from her family and got her marriage certificate when she was working on the river. She asked for nothing and followed the man into the mountains.

Although life is hard, the man treats her well.

If my aunt hadn't been poor at home, she might have been better off with Fu Yingying, but she was just not willing to do anything.

"Well, I've recorded it." Liu Meihua nodded. Seeing her daughter protecting her desperately, she had no reason not to cheer up and protect her daughter.

After being tired for the middle of the night, Li Dafu was dealt with. The three of them felt sleepy and quickly went to bed and rested.

The next day, it was just dawn outside and someone knocked on the door.

Sun Xinghai stood outside the door and asked Liu Meihua, "Meihua, you were frightened yesterday. If you don't want to go to the county town, I will sell the fruits for you when I deliver the meat."

"What fruit?" Liu Qinghu happened to come out and saw that the fruit trees in the yard had no fruits. He said in surprise, "How can such unpalatable fruits be sold for money?"

Fu Yingying took a basket of fruits to Liu Qinghu and said, "Uncle San, this is the fruit that my family has produced this year. You can take it back and give it to my third aunt and cousin to eat. But don't tell others that I don't want to just sell some fruit money, so my grandparents will come to ask for it!"

Liu Qinghu smiled embarrassedly, "Okay, don't say it, absolutely not say it."

Liu Qinghu took the fruit home and did not return overnight. His wife probably was worried.

Fu Yingying and Liu Meihua put the fruit on the cart, and Sun Xinghai helped pull it out.

Today, the tractor just stopped at the back door of the Four Seasons Restaurant, and saw Chef Li come out from inside, but he just wrapped a thick gauze on his arm, and yellow water oozing out of it made the gauze dirty.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yingying asked hurriedly, trying to confirm whether the reminder to Chef Li that day was accurate.

Chef Li regretted seeing Fu Yingying, "Oh, yesterday you reminded me not to get close to the soup pot. I also acted kindly and kindly, but didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, the soup pot was knocked down by a boy. I was nearby at that time, and I was late to hide and burned my arm."

"Uncle Li, you have to take care of yourself!" Fu Yingying nodded, just like she calculated that day when Chef Li's face. At this time, a prescription flashed in her mind, which could just treat Chef Li's scalds. Otherwise, even if Chef Li recovered, she would leave ugly scars on it, and the skin would become very fragile. Once she eats irritating things or drinks, she would immediately become allergic.

This is a very cruel thing for a chef to not be able to access all kinds of seasonings and food.
Chapter completed!