Chapter 93: Dress Up

Coming out of the state-owned hotel, Secretary Wang said goodbye

"Mr. Ye, please be busy for the next two days. I will accompany you when you return home."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. See you in two days."

After seeing Secretary Wang off, Old Man Ye was finally able to say what he had been holding back for the entire meal.

"Lin, why didn't you eat anything just now? I'll buy you two buns."

Old man Ye was just observing his grandson, who refused to eat anything at the dinner table.

Old man Ye was so worried that he didn't eat much. There was nothing good at home, so how could he feed this picky kid?

Ye Lin explained to his grandfather, "No, Grandpa, I'm allergic to peanut oil. I didn't dare to eat it just now."

Old Man Ye has never heard of this kind of disease of affluence. Peanut oil is the best stuff. Why doesn’t his grandson eat it?

"Fruit oil is a good thing, how can anyone afford it? My family and restaurants all use lard to cook, so don't worry, it's fine."

lard

Ye Lin hadn't heard of this thing for a long time. Now every household is eating lard, so he was really worried for nothing.

Old Man Ye wanted to go in again to buy some food for his grandson, but was stopped by Ye Lin. Aunt Liu came with him and told him to just go back and eat in the evening.

"Is there anyone who specializes in cooking? Instead of just lighting a fire, why not just cook a couple of dishes yourself?"

Old man Ye was deeply confused about having a chef at home.

The Ye family's grandfather and grandson are going back to the hospital, and Bao Anquan and Ban Li are planning to go shopping in the department store.

Bao Anquan came to say hello to Old Man Ye

"I came here in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts for Grandpa Ye. I'll go to the mall with my teacher and give it to you."

Old man Ye couldn't understand what the Hong Kong kid was saying and looked at his grandson for help.

"Master, he came to say hello to you."

Seeing the boy being so polite, Old Man Ye smiled happily. "Okay, okay, you too. It's not convenient to be in the hospital. Come home with my family in a few days. I'll kill a chicken for you."

Bao Anquan’s Mandarin is not very good, he only understood that Old Man Ye nodded and said okay, and also wanted to eat chicken.

Turning around to confirm with Ye Lin, "Grandpa said he wanted to give me fried chicken?"

Ye Lin lied with his eyes open, "Yes, go to the mall and buy more gifts, otherwise I will give you chicken butt."

"You're not lying to me, are you? Teacher, is that true?" Bao Anquan was a little skeptical. How could he serve chicken butts to customers? He went to the waiter next to him who could speak Mandarin to confirm.

Ban Li suppressed his laughter and said to him seriously, "Really? If you come here empty-handed, you'll only get chicken butt."

Ye Lin and Old Man Ye took a car back to the hospital.

In the car, he always felt that he had forgotten to remind the two people something.

Forget it, if I can’t think of it, then forget it.

"Master, these clothes fit you well. I'll help you change into them."

Just now, Ye Lin asked someone to go look on the plane to see if there were any clothes among the things Rebecca had prepared.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of people, young and old, men and women, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Old man Ye had never worn such fine clothes in his life. Just now at the dinner table, he was afraid of splashing soup, so he didn't dare to eat a single bite of the pork stewed with cabbage, for fear of dirtying his fine clothes.

At this moment, the grandson got out another set of dark gray clothes from somewhere. The material looked better than the one Secretary Wang was wearing just now. What a waste.

"It's a waste of my life. I'm half buried in the earth, how can I afford to wear so many fine clothes? The few I have on are enough. I'll look handsome even in my coffin."

The old man has been poor for most of his life and cannot change his thrifty mindset in a short period of time.

Ye Lin coaxed him, "Master, the clothes you are wearing are my clothes. I will need to wear them in a few days. Let me change them for you."

Hearing that his grandson still had to wear it, Old Man Ye quickly took it off for his grandson.

"I'll change it right away. I'm getting more confused as I get older. Why are you still holding on to the nice clothes?"

Old man Ye didn't think there was anything wrong. Everyone takes turns wearing clothes. The older ones will pass on to the younger ones, and a cotton-padded jacket can be passed down for three generations.

On the other side, two people who ran excitedly to the department store to go shopping glared at each other in the department store.

How come there is money here that can’t be spent?

We do not accept exchanged Chinese currency, Hong Kong dollars, or US dollars!

You need a ticket to buy a lard snack, let alone a radio.

Who can tell them both?

What is a ticket???

Cheque?

After two days of fashion transformation by Ye Lin, combined with the high-end clothing sponsored by Aunt Rebecca.

The three generations of the Ye family, grandfather and grandson, now look brand new from the inside out, with every strand of their hair exuding a Hong Kong style.

The Ye family is good-looking, the men are handsome, the women are pretty, and you can tell they are a family just by looking at their faces.

Several people sit together like they are filming a movie

The premise is that they don't open their mouths

"Oh my god, this nice dress is killing me. I have to pout even when I drink tea."

Ye Sanxing stood stiffly beside the coffee table, stretching his neck and drinking water with his lips pouting. His right hand was tightly gripping the teacup, and his left hand was open, covering the bottom of the teacup, for fear that the tea would stain his clothes.

"Uncle San, just drink as much as you can. Clothes are bound to get dirty. We still have dozens of sets of clothes. If they get dirty, ask Hong Kong to send them back."

Seeing his uncle drinking water in such a strange way, Ye Lin felt very tired for him.

Ever since Ye Sanxing learned that most of these Hong Kong clothes couldn't be washed, he'd been saying it was a rip-off! If such good clothes couldn't be washed, what else could it be but a rip-off?

"Linna, how much is this dress? It would be a waste to wear it just once. Bring all your dirty clothes with you. Let's go home and ask your aunt to wash them for you."

How much is one?

Ye Lin really didn't know that the clothes he wore were all bought by Fang Bo and Rebecca, and he had never bought them outside.

Afraid of saying too much money, Ye Sanxing dared not move

Ye Lin casually quoted a street stall price, "Not expensive, about thirty or forty."

"puff!"

A mouthful of tea sprayed in the air

“Thirty or forty!!”

Ye Sanxing spit out the tea in his mouth, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Ye Lin in shock.

"Thirty or forty dollars for just these few pieces of clothing! This, this money is sewn into clothes? How can it be worth thirty or forty dollars?"

Ye Sanxing put down the teacup in his hand and habitually wanted to wipe his hands on his clothes. When he touched the hem of his clothes, he remembered something was wrong.

"Oh my! I almost ruined this coat. Come on, even mountains of gold and silver can't support this pattern. I can just cut some scraps of cloth and sew it myself. A regular worker only makes 20 yuan a month."

Ye Lin touched his nose, he didn't expect the price to be so high.

As the two were chatting, John came to report that Ye Ling had met the discharge criteria and could go home for conservative treatment.

"Master, what are our plans for the future?"

There were too many people coming this time, including medical staff, bodyguards and chefs, totaling more than 30 people. In order to express their welcome, the province provided them with a guesthouse for free, and the entire building was filled with them.

It's not nice to always let them spend so much money. Besides, the treatment here is good and the security is safer than in Hong Kong.

Ye Lin plans to withdraw half of the manpower.

"All the medical supplies we brought will be donated to the hospital. You stay to take care of Xiaoling. Ask Ah Hui to look after the bodyguards. Just two of them will stay. Aunt Liu will stay to cook. The rest of you can fly back to Hong Kong tomorrow."

John was a little worried that the young master had withdrawn most of the security. They hadn't figured out the situation in the mainland yet. Wasn't this a bit too reckless?

"Master, including Ah Hui, there are only three bodyguards. Isn't that a little?"

"What can happen if I go back to my hometown? It's enough to leave three behind."

John saw that he couldn't persuade the young master, so he had to do it.

Ye Sanxing saw the tall, strong, yellow-haired man walking away, so he came up to ask his nephew

"Lin, what is this foreigner mumbling about for so long?"

"I'll ask them to go back to Xiangjiang. Uncle, we'll go back to Qing County tomorrow. You should go pack your things too."

Speaking of Qing County

"Ouch! My pig brain!"

Ye Sanxing slapped his forehead and remembered something important.

My nephew came back these two days and Xiaoling is also well. They were so excited that they haven’t told our family yet!

"I forgot to tell your grandma and the others that you're back. I'll call them right away."