Chapter 392 Uncle Fang Doesn’t Want to Be a Grandfather
Before entering the family's home, Mrs. El introduced Jiang Qiuqiu to the people she was going to meet.
"He's like Lao Yuan, he's probably more active, and he's a very interesting person."
"You can call him Grandpa Fang, or Uncle Fang."
“?” Why can we use… or… between the two terms “grandfather” and “uncle”?
Mrs. El received Jiang Qiuqiu's puzzled look and laughed twice: "He is a man who refuses to admit his age."
After that, the two of them saw a small courtyard with a separate entrance.
This place is much smaller than the Yuan family's home I saw last time. There is no flower bed at the entrance. The building is only two stories high. The decoration style is not gorgeous, it can only be said to be ordinary. Compared with the Starry Sky Wandering where I live, it is still a little smaller.
Mrs. Al must have come here often. There was no one in the yard. She walked to a wall clock on the right side of the yard with ease and knocked on the clock a few times with a small hammer. Only then did someone come out of the house.
The first time she saw him, Jiang Qiuqiu knew why Mrs. El said she could call him either Grandpa Fang or Uncle Fang.
Because the person who came out had two contradictions.
His facial features were still youthful, and the subtle facial contours made him look only in his forties, but the black and white hair mixed in his temples made him look older.
From a rather elegant middle-aged uncle to a rather young grandfather...
It's nothing more than this.
"Sister Ai'er, you're here?" Fang Ping smiled and looked quite sunny.
From this perspective, he doesn't look like a general retiring from the battlefield at all.
"If you don't come soon, you'll have to rush me. Don't you love rushing people the most?"
"If it's you, sister, I'm still willing to wait." After the greetings, he leaned over and looked, "Didn't you say you'd bring a very special healer to perform the Happy Healing Method on me today? Isn't she here?"
After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Jiujiu again: "Is this your new apprentice, Big Sister? Whose family is she from? She looks so kind."
"You're mistaken."
Mrs. El shook her head: "She is not here to be an apprentice today. She is the special spiritual healer I told you about."
“…”
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, then looked up and took a closer look at Jiang Qiuqiu.
His hair is like clouds and mist, and is naturally black. His face is truly young, without wrinkles, and full of collagen. He is a real young man, not just someone who has taken good care of himself.
so--
"Sister Ai'er, I know it's my fault for not drinking the nutrient solution, but please don't lie to me, okay?"
"I'm not lying to you. The remuneration has already been agreed upon. How could I possibly lie to you?" Mrs. Al asked him, "Have you prepared the ingredients I asked you to prepare?"
Fang Ping nodded.
"Qiuqiu, let Grandpa Fang see your true skills."
"...What Grandpa Fang?" Fang Ping refused to acknowledge himself as a grandfather. "I'm only 108 years old this year, and only half of my body is buried. You should call me Uncle Fang."
When Jiang Qiuqiu heard this, she couldn't help but curl her lips.
"Uncle Fang, where is your kitchen? Can you take me there?"
“!”
"Okay, I'll take you there first." The little girl was so good at talking, so he decided not to say anything even if the treatment was not good.
It is easy to prepare a banquet outside, and it is even easier if the dishes made this time are exactly the same as last time.
Jiang Qiuqiu started working right away.
She looks very pleasing to the eye in the kitchen, and you can tell at a glance that she is an experienced and skilled hand.
Fang Ping watched this scene, countless possibilities flashing through his mind. Finally, he turned to look at Mrs. El beside him, his face full of hesitation.
(End of this chapter)
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