Seeing her daughter walking in affectionately with a little girl who had not yet grown up, Zheng's mother suddenly wondered in her heart, could this be the little girl who helped her daughter?
Zheng Rourou took Meng Zhiyu into the office and introduced her to her mother with joy, "Mom, this is Meng Zhiyu, the girl you've always wanted to meet."
I didn't expect that I would actually guess right, Zheng's mother thought to herself, and stood up with a big smile on her face. "It turned out to be Miss Meng, she's so cute. I really appreciate your help to my daughter in the cafeteria that day. Thank you."
She had always heard her daughter say that the man didn't look very old, but she didn't expect him to be so young. However, he was able to stay calm and lend a helping hand in that situation. She thought her parents must have taught him very carefully.
Meng Zhiyu felt a little uncomfortable with her enthusiasm, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and said, "You're welcome. Actually, I didn't do anything. I just lent a hand."
She really felt that she didn't do much, just some simple things.
Mother Zheng had met all kinds of people in the hospital, and she could tell at a glance that Meng Zhiyu was not lying and that she really meant it, so she liked her even more.
I wanted to hold her hand, but then I realized my hands were dirty and quickly put it down. "Why are you so modest, kid? You don't look very old. How old are you this year?"
This is a question every adult asks when they see a child. Meng Zhiyu used to rely on herself as a 20-something-year-old sister and often asked the children around her, "Auntie, I only look young, I'm already 17 years old."
The original owner's birthday is October 10th, and in a while, she will become an adult.
Mother Zheng was a little surprised and looked up and down, "Is your child not eating enough or not getting enough nutrition?"
Meng Zhiyu smiled calmly, "It's true that I didn't eat well when I was a kid, but I've been trying to supplement my nutrition recently."
Although she often gave herself extra meals during this period, it was impossible for her to eat herself into a well-nourished beauty in one go.
Zheng Rourou pulled Doudou up from the floor and asked, "Do you want my mom to give you a prescription and check it out?"
Mother Zheng nodded, she also thought the same thing. Meng Zhiyu thanked them for their kindness, "I've checked it out. I just need to take some medicine and eat well."
The full body checkup she did on the system should be available today, and then we will know the current physical condition.
Mother Zheng felt more relieved. "It's better for us girls not to be too thin. Being too thin will affect our future fertility."
Zheng Rourou blushed, "Mom, why are you saying this?"
It's broad daylight, so embarrassing.
Mother Zheng disagreed and looked at her seriously, "I'm doing this for your own good. Look how calm Zhiyu is. We're all girls, so what's wrong with that? It's always better to know more than nothing."
Meng Zhiyu smiled, she didn't expect that Zheng's mother was so advanced in thinking and had a girlish heart.
Zheng Rourou laughed at her, "You're still a girl, Mom, you're already a grandmother."
It should be a middle-aged woman.
Mother Zheng was not convinced and didn't want to pay attention to her. She turned around and talked to Meng Zhiyu with a smile. Zheng Rourou didn't care.
After talking for about half an hour, Meng Zhiyu suggested leaving. "Auntie, Sister Zheng, I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."
Since it was not convenient for Zheng's mother to leave, she asked her daughter to see her off for her. Doudou also hugged Zheng Rourou's legs and wanted to follow.
The three of them walked to the stairs, and before Meng Zhiyu stepped on the step, she saw an old man falling towards her.
She subconsciously reached out to support him, but was a few seconds too late.
Zheng Rourou was startled and really wanted to ask about the old man's situation, but she heard him wailing, "Hurry up, someone is bullying and pushing the old man, please help!"
Meng Zhiyu was tired. Did she meet the god of bad luck?
"Wangcai, do you have fortune-telling services?"
She wanted to see if it was not suitable for her to go out in the next two days.
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