Chapter 164 No Longer Lame
Ye Ling was not allowed to play either. After lunch, her grandmother forced her to sit on a stool and stack gold ingots.
The old couple was worried that their second son was short of money, so these days they had been folding gold ingots except for eating and sleeping. Today they really had no time to fold them, so they asked their granddaughter and great-granddaughter to take over, and the more gold ingots they folded, the better.
As for his sons and grandsons, Old Man Ye would get angry whenever he mentioned them.
The sun was setting, and there was still no one in sight, not even his own son Lin!
Old Man Ye scooped up a spoonful of fried meatballs from the wok and poured it into the bamboo basket held by Bao Anquan. He angrily complained to Xiao Bao about the group of unfilial descendants in his family.
"Xiao Bao, where do you think all these brats have gone? Not a single one of them came back to help. They say raising a son is a way to prepare for old age, but that's bullshit! When I die, I don't think anyone will think of burning incense for me. It's better than you being so thoughtful, Xiao Bao. Your father is so lucky."
Bao Anquan quickly handed the fried meatballs in the bamboo basket to the bodyguard behind him to take care of.
Then he took the tofu block handed to him by the bodyguard, and skillfully put the tofu into the oil pan with chopsticks, and also coordinated with Old Man Ye's frequency, allowing him to fry it with ease.
Bao Anquan kept working with his hands and talking non-stop, pouring out baskets of nice words.
"Grandpa, don't worry about whether you're dead or alive. If they don't burn it a hundred years later, I will definitely burn it for you."
"Uncle Ye and Brother Xiushan have to work, so they'll be back soon after get off work."
"Ye Zi's hair was sprayed like that by Auntie. Shouldn't she go to the county and wash it properly? Otherwise, how can she face Uncle Ye tomorrow when she's so dirty? Just treat me like your own grandson. I'll do any work you need. Can't the two of us clean up this small kitchen?"
Old man Ye was so happy after hearing Bao Anquan's words that he smiled happily. He patted his shoulder and called him a good boy. Bao Anquan called him "Grandpa" all the time and was so happy.
If you don’t know, you would think these two are real father and mother.
Bao Anquan had sharp ears. When he heard the sound of a car outside, he put down his chopsticks, turned around to find a rag to wipe his hands, and told Old Man Ye that he was going out for a while.
"Grandpa, it looks like Ye Zi is back outside. I'll go check it out first. Please don't move around. Be careful not to get burned by the oil."
Although Old Man Ye looked disapproving, he was actually feeling very happy in his heart. Xiao Bao was really filial. His daughter and son never worried about him getting burned, they just kept eating!
"Okay, Grandpa has been blasting this stuff for decades, what can happen? Grandpa will blast it slowly, you can go find Lin to play, you don't have to work."
After instructing the bodyguard to look after Old Man Ye in the kitchen, Bao Anquan ran out of the kitchen excitedly.
He is about to receive the first gift from Ye Zi!
A crutch!
Ye Lin held Aunt Liu's bag with one hand and the crutch he brought for Bao Anquan with the other, and walked into the yard while talking to Aunt Liu.
Ah Hui followed behind with a large piece of luggage.
Aunt Liu was curious when she saw the young master still holding this crutch when she bought it from the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Master, is this for Mr. Ye? It's a little inappropriate, isn't it? You should at least buy a huanghuali tree."
After saying this, Aunt Liu looked at it with disdain, wondering which big poplar branch the crutch was made from.
There are burrs on it.
What does the young master think about giving Mr. Ye a walking stick that costs only 50 cents?
Ye Lin raised his hand and shook the crutch twice, then poked it hard on the ground, but the crutch didn't move at all.
Well, it’s quite sturdy. It’s a good idea to give Bao Anquan a 50-cent one.
What a pity, the supply and marketing cooperative doesn’t have a single cent worth of crutches.
"It's not for grandpa. Bao Anquan broke his leg yesterday, so I bought it for him."
"Why is Master Bao's leg broken?"
Aunt Liu was curious about Master Bao's legs. When she turned around, she saw Master Bao running out of a low earthen house in the east, as fast as a little cannonball.
Where is this leg broken?
It's no problem to run a marathon.
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and silently looked at Bao Anquan who was running towards them.
Bao Anquan ran out to greet Ye Lin, but unexpectedly saw Aunt Liu. He turned around and took the bag in Ye Lin's hand and Aunt Liu's suitcase.
"Ye Zi, you're back! Aunt Liu is here too. Come, let me get the bag. Grandpa is frying something in the kitchen."
Ye Lin looked down at his legs. They were flexible, quick and agile, with no sign of limping at all.
It's really strange. He just went out for a short time and it only took two hours in total.
First, I saw Aunt San miraculously stand up straight at the Hong family, and then when I got home, I saw Bao Anquan running at lightning speed.
Are these two people really lame?
"Is your leg okay?"
"Ouch, my leg hurts so much. Can you give me your crutch? I'll try it right away. I've been waiting for it. Ye Zi, you're so kind."
Jin Fenglian's eyes lit up from behind. This Xiao Bao was also a great actor. He had the same interests as her. It would be great if he could be her son-in-law.
Zhao Zhaodi: ...Someone has sneaked into our house again, and he is going to cause a scene with that shrew Jin.
Bao Anquan happily took the walking stick worth fifty cents from Ye Lin.
He praised it so much that he even walked a few steps from the yard with the help of a crutch.
Unable to bear seeing his stupid look, Ye Lin walked past him and went to the kitchen to call Old Man Ye out.
Push open the half-open kitchen door,
Old man Ye was frying tofu accompanied by his bodyguard Bao Anquan. The bodyguard's skills were obviously not as skilled as Young Master Bao's, which made Old man Ye look disgusted.
"Grandpa, I'm back."
Old man Ye was too busy to look back. The bodyguard was tall and strong, but his hands were as clumsy as pig's feet. He couldn't even put tofu into the pot.
"Oh well, you don't need to do that. Go inside and stack some more gold ingots, gold bricks, etc. for your father."
The gold ingots are almost piled up to the beams. You have to tiptoe to walk through the main room. How can they still be stacked?
"Okay, I'll go fold it. And Grandpa, Aunt Liu is here to bury Father tomorrow. You saw her in the provincial capital."
"Xiao Liu is here?"
"Great, great. Hurry up and ask your aunt or someone to come in and continue frying the tofu so I can go out and talk to Xiao Liu."
Old man Ye had been looking forward to Xiao Liu's arrival.
Xiao Liu has taken care of his second son, Xiao Er, for decades and knows more about Xiao Er than his grandson. Every day, listening to Xiao Liu talk about Xiao Er, even just eating and drinking, he feels that he can live several more years.
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