Zhang Ting twisted his eyebrows and leaned over to Master Jia and asked, "Do you think his heart disease is his three sons?"
"That’s right, it’s his three unfilial sons. Look at us here. They are all reunited with their families. Their grandparents and grandchildren still live in our house. It will naturally feel bad to pick him up without family." Master Jia took another sip of fruit wine and showed a satisfied expression on his face.
"Don’t want us to go to the house to find Liu Jiasan son to come over" Zhang Ting stared at Jia Master and asked.
Master Jia didn’t answer, but drank his own fruit wine.
At the same time, in the room, Mrs. Liu held her grandson’s hand and sighed.
Liu Jiaheng saw his eyes were red, and Grandpa’s eyes were red.
"Grandpa, don’t cry, okay? When you cry, Jiaheng also wants to cry with you." Liu Jiaheng stretched out his fat hand to help his grandfather wipe the tearless eyes.
Mrs. Liu looked at her sun and sighed, "Jia Heng is grandpa’s fault. Grandpa is sorry for you."
Chapter 56 False strength!
"It’s not that Grandpa didn’t feel sorry for Jia Heng. It’s dad and two uncles. They feel sorry for Grandpa Jia Heng and hate them. They made Grandpa angry with you." Liu Jiaheng clenched his little fist and puffed up his mouth.
After a long time, the two grandparents and grandchildren cried for a long time in this room.
During lunch, Liu Jiaheng had lunch with Hao Jiazhong.
"Why don’t you eat this piece? It’s your favorite chicken leg. Eat it quickly. I’ll give it to you." Liu Jiaheng hesitated to give his favorite chicken leg to Liu Jiaheng sitting next to her.
Liu Jiaheng looked up and glanced at the chicken leg in his bowl and smiled at himself. Ann’s eyes have been holding back tears.
"Why are you crying? Don’t you cry …" In peace, Liu Jiaheng cried and scared himself to cry.
Sitting on the other side of the table, Zhang Ting heard Ann crying and came over.
"What’s the matter?" Zhang Ting looked at them and asked a table of children.
"My sister stayed at home and my brother cried, but I didn’t cry. I was strong." Xiaokang slipped from his chair and ran to Zhang Ting to tell him about it
Zhang Ting looked at this lovely brother and bowed his head and kissed Xiaokang’s cheek. "Xiaokang is really good. Go eat and eat more to grow taller."
Xiaokang smiled and nodded at Zhang Tingli. "Well, Elder Sister, I just ate half a bowl of rice, and I will eat another half bowl of rice so that I can grow taller, and then I won’t be so hard to be well-off and help Elder Sister."
The little guy also knows that his elder sister is the hardest in this family. He has already told himself in his heart that he must eat more and grow up quickly so that he can help his elder sister.
"Let’s eat quickly." Looking at his younger brother Zhang Ting, who is becoming more and more lively, he felt a burst of joy.
After so long, her younger brother finally got out of the shadows from the so-called uncle Zhang.
After coaxing a well-off society into sitting in a chair, Zhang Ting walked beside Ann and Liu Jiaheng.
When Zhang Ting came over, Liu Jiaheng’s children stopped crying.
I’m coaxing Ann with a silly expression.
"What’s going on here? Why are you crying?" Zhang Ting smilingly looked at the two of them in front of them and asked.
Liu Jiaheng saw Zhang Ting’s face suddenly crossed with a guilty expression and bowed his head.
Liu Jiaheng also knows that what Ann is crying can’t be separated from herself.
"Well, Ann, you are a girl now. Girls don’t like to cry. If you cry again, you won’t be a girl." Zhang Ting wiped tears from Ann’s eyes.
An An wiped her tears and burped with tears and said to Zhang Ting, "Sister-in-law, I didn’t cry. I was a housekeeper. Brother Heng cried. I couldn’t help crying."
"Jia Heng cried. Can Jia Heng tell Sister Zhang Ting what you are crying about?" Zhang Ting looked Liu Guheng side.
Liu Jiaheng heard Zhang Ting’s question and slowly raised his head to show his embarrassed little face. "I didn’t cry."
It’s a pity that the little guy didn’t cry, but his eyes were red and swollen, but he was sold out
Look at Liu Guheng little face stubborn expression.
Zhang Ting chuckled and took him into her arms.
For a moment, Zhang Ting saw the shy blush on this little guy’s face.
Zhang Ting bowed his head and smiled. I didn’t expect this little guy to know that he was shy at an early age
"Yes, Jiaheng didn’t cry, but Jiaheng can tell Sister Zhang Ting what you are unhappy about? Sister is not happy to see your face." Zhang Ting looked at him and asked.
Liu Jiaheng looked up at Zhang Ting and suddenly bowed his head and shook his shoulders. "I’m worried that Grandpa is still lying in bed and I’m worried about him."
Speaking of the back, Liu Jiaheng’s shoulders are shaking worse.
Zhang Ting lovingly watched the little guy bury his face in his arms and patted him on the back.
"Don’t worry, your grandfather will be fine. Sister Zhang Ting assures you that your grandfather will get better soon."
"Really?" Come out of Zhang Ting’s arms with a nasal sound.
Zhang Ting gave a "yes, it is true" with a face of assurance.
When Zhang Ting coaxed the two children here and returned to the other side of the dining room, everyone at the dining table had already eaten July 7th.
To Zhang Ting’s delight, there are piles of dishes in her bowl.
"This is what I give you to eat." Master Jia’s voice floated into Zhang Ting’s ear.
Zhang Ting looked up at Master Jia and smiled at his old man’s house. He sincerely said, "Thank you, michel platini."
Master Jia’s face crossed with an embarrassed expression, "Thank you for what? If it weren’t for seeing Hao Ren, the little one is not here, I would care about you. I am afraid that you will eat so little again."
Zhang Tingxiao smiled. She was used to this knife mouth tofu of Master Jia.
Zhang Ting ate a full meal for Master Jia.
After lunch, everyone sat in the living room and baked coals around the stove.
In the charcoal fire, Zhang Ting also asked Qingxia to take out some sweet potatoes from the cellar, and anyone who wants to eat them can take them to the furnace for roasting.
At this time, even though all of them have just had lunch, there is still a smell of baked sweet potatoes in the living room.
"Want to eat?" In the living room, Han Xiaobao pointed to the baked sweet potato in the stove and shouted to eat.
"Wait a minute. This sweet potato has just been baked and it’s still very hot. If it’s not so hot, foster mother will give us Xiaobao to eat, okay?" Zhang Ting coaxed Han Xiaobao to try his best to move his head into those baked sweet potatoes.
"Why do you think this baked sweet potato smells so sweet? I had lunch, and now I’m hungry when I smell it." Master Jia looks very happy when he eats his mouth and his expression is black.
"You really don’t say that I also think this baked sweet potato is delicious because it always loves to fart after eating." After saying this sentence, Mrs. Deng’s face showed an embarrassed expression
Hall after listening to the old lady Deng this sentence all laugh.
Princess Hong has lived in Hao’s house for so long that she has slowly lost her princess momentum. Now she is completely integrated into everyone’s life in the hall.
Eating baked sweet potatoes, Princess Hong looked at the bad weather outside, and her tone was a little worried. "You said that my master and Xiaoren went hunting in the mountains and why didn’t they come back for so long?"
Chapter 561 crafty smile!
That’s right. Early this morning, Lord Hong said that he wanted to compete with Hao Ren, his own son, in archery.
This morning, father and son went hunting in the mountains with their bows and arrows, and have not come back yet.
Zhang Ting, who is peeling sweet potatoes, looked up at her when she heard this sentence from Princess Hong and replied, "Mom, don’t worry. Dad and Hao Ren will be fine. They are all from the military camp and they have experience in dealing with bad weather."
"I also know that I can’t help but worry about them in my heart." Princess Hong looked up at Zhang Ting and answered with a smile.
"There’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s just a heart disease. He still needs heart medicine to cure it." Master Jia drank fruit wine with a profound face.
