"No way, Auntie Le, Master even complained that the noodles I made weren't as delicious as yours."
A few people pushed open the door of the study while chatting and laughing.
Mr. Yu is in poor health, and feels even worse in winter.
The heating was on in the room, but the old man sitting at his desk was still wearing three layers of clothes.
"Mom, Xiaoxi's family is here to see you."
The old man raised his head and opened his slightly narrowed eyes.
This is what happens when you get older. You lose energy and start to doze off after reading for a while.
"If you're tired, just lie down on the recliner for a while. Is it okay to sit here?" He was willing to step forward and help his mother.
The old man waved his hand and refused like a child: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired. Whoever wants to lie down can lie down. My apprentice is here, and I still need to talk to her."
"Okay, okay, okay. Then I'll make you some medicinal tea. Brother Wen and his men brought over quite a bit more today. They're all good stuff you can't even find in the old shops."
The old man sighed and looked at the Wenxi family, his tone slightly blaming: "I've told you so many times, come if you want to, don't bring anything. It's a waste to keep those good things hanging on my shoulders. It's better to give them to those who need them more."
Although the old man's tone was blaming, his heart was warm.
Wen Chengyi smiled innocently, scratched his head and said, "Look at what you said, old man, it's not a big deal. I just occupy a few mountains and run to the south frequently. I happened to find some and brought them back for you to eat and play with. It's not rare."
That being said, how easy is it to find authentic medicinal herbs that are hundreds of years old?
But it just makes the old man feel at ease.
After a few more words, Yu Youyi asked everyone to leave and only left Wen Xi.
"That's enough. If you keep pinching me, I'll feel sleepy again."
Patting the massaging hands, the old man stuffed a big red envelope into Wen Xi's hands.
"Your senior brothers and sisters already got it, this is your share."
“Thank you, Master!”
Wen Xi put the red envelope in her pocket, gave the old lady a big hug, and kissed her cheek, which was as dry as tree bark.
"Hey, Master, there are a few more black hairs. Could it be that he has really become younger?"
The old man pretended to grab her mouth and said, "You are so sweet!"
The old man and the young man laughed and joked for a while before sitting down next to each other.
The wide armchair was already crowded for two people to sit on, and the old man had been ill for many years and was only skin and bones, with not much flesh left.
Wen Xi felt sad when he saw this. Afraid that his emotions would affect the old man, he quickly changed the subject.
"Why hasn't Senior Brother arrived yet?"
"Your senior sister tricked me into going to her house."
"Oh? Is this going to happen?"
"I was deceived. I won't know whether it will succeed or not until after the New Year."
The old man shook his head, feeling helpless about his stubborn disciple.
"Okay, let's not talk about this awkward couple."
Wen Xi pursed her lips and smiled.
Haha, awkward mandarin ducks!
"What's so funny? It's like that. Okay, now let's talk about you."
"mine?"
Wen Xi pointed at himself.
"Yes, yours."
"I'm still young, Master. I don't want to think about it..."
"What are you thinking about? I'm talking about the World Art Museum's Outstanding Works Exhibition. This is an international art event that only takes place once every four years. You can't take it lightly. It's almost time to start preparing."
The old man rolled up the documents in his hand and patted her head. This time it was the old man who laughed out loud.
"Oh, oh, it's about the exhibition."
Wen Xi took the stack of information handed to her and patted her chest. She was scared to death!
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