80 military doctor's little wife

Yes, of course, Tang Yuxin can't deny it, but she feels that she really has to pay too much for wine and food.

"Let's go," the old man decided to go to Yuxin's house to eat. If the meal is delicious, he will eat it in the future.

Originally there were not many Tang family members, but now there is another old gentleman. There are still several old gentlemen at the table. This old gentleman is sitting upright, and maybe he is the only one who can eat. The rest of the people are suffering.

Of course, there is another one, that is Cheng Cheng. He buries his little face in a bowl and keeps stuffing his mouth with rice. It's still a young man who doesn't know what it's like.

And his good taste, also infected the old man, the old man is even into two bowls of rice, eat very fragrant.

And he also decided to go to Tang Zhinian's house to eat.

"Grandfather, chicken legs for you."

Cheng Cheng is really taught very well. Good food should be given to the oldest people. He should respect the old and love the young.

"Thank you, Xiao Cheng."

The old man felt Cheng Cheng's little head. The old man and the young really enjoyed the revolutionary friendship. What they liked most was the competition to see who ate more. Originally, the old man was recovering from a serious illness, and it was really tasteless. One day, the nanny tried to make some delicious food for him, but they couldn't do it in the old man's heart, I can't eat much rice, so I'll keep Tang Yuxin's jar of medicinal wine.

But no matter how good and effective the wine is, even if it is, it can't be eaten as food. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's going to become an immortal.

Now it's strange. After eating with the Tang family, the old man has a good taste and a good spirit. Of course, the most important thing is that he looks better and better day by day. I don't know if it's because of the good food, or that Tang Yuxin's medicinal wine is too nourishing. His face has a lot less creases and his skin has become glossy and good, He is very satisfied when he looks in the mirror, not to mention other people.

So the nanny is full of energy. She prepares food materials and helps Zhang vanilla to do housework. She almost covers all the housework of the Tang family. Now she hopes Zhang vanilla can make three meals a day and keep the old man healthy.

Zhang vanilla is a good-natured person. In fact, there is no need for others to say or show it. When there are guests in the house, she will naturally treat them well. Besides, there are no old people in their family. Sometimes she thinks, if her mother or Tang's parents are here, how lively the family will be, and the children will be protected by grandparents.

It's a pity that her little thoughts and Cheng Cheng don't have grandparents. Sometimes when children see that they have grandparents, they are all envious.

So in fact, she also regarded the old man as the elder of the family. Her three meals a day were all made in different patterns. Her cooking skills were quite good, and she didn't have much ability. She didn't want to be a strong woman like her sister-in-law. She didn't know anything, so she just tried to manage the food of several members of the family.

Over the past ten years, she has unintentionally become a good cook, and she has made it herself, which is delicious and healthy. In addition, her own ingredients are home-made and natural, so the taste of this dish is three points higher.

The old man sat on the top of his wheelchair, staring at the door from time to time, this eyebrow can be twisted into a sweater.

"Why, no one is coming?"

Usually do not want to, are surrounded by him, but he wanted to see, a person is not, this is to suffocate him.

A grunt.

He felt his stomach, and his teeth were biting up and down, which was still cracking.

Poof, he

okay.

Exhaust

It's a little more elegant. If Tonggu is a little bit more polite, he's farting.

No matter how famous he is, how fierce he is, how many devils he has killed, and how frightening he is, he is still a man or an ordinary man. If he wants to eat cereals, of course he has to exhaust.

Fortunately, now there is no one, otherwise, it will not be shameful to die.

It's just that some people are not good, and no one is good. He pushes the wheelchair and pushes it to the toilet. The door of the toilet is too small, and his wheelchair can't be pushed in. He wants to stand up. Even now, his legs are soft, and the soft ones can't support his body. Tang Yuxin says that all his illness is forced to these legs by her, When he is fully recovered, his legs will be able to walk, and he can also run a marathon. However, the problem is that he is disabled now.

"Poof..." again.

He vented again, and this gas was also smoked. He wanted to vomit, and his stomach was more and more uncomfortable. He tried to get up for several times, but still couldn't stand up. He couldn't get up, but even if he did, he still couldn't get into the toilet.

He is more and more uncomfortable, of course, the sweat on his forehead is also more and more, and his stomach is more and more painful, as if he can't help it.

Just as he was struggling to endure and absolutely uncompromising, then he heard the voice of Bula.

His old face is red, and the blue string on his neck is also jumping up, and the pressure on his butt is sticky and has made him know what happened.

He just sat there, his eyes were white, and he didn't know how long it was. He pushed the wheelchair to the door, and his face was expressionless and resentful.

That face is also the beginning of the pull, longer than the horse face. Especially the feeling of wet and sticky under the buttocks, and the beautiful smell that he wanted to kill. He had never been such a fool or so disgusted in his life.

Of course, this is also his shame. He is so powerful, so comforting, and so respectable, but he can't even solve his own burial.

If those old people knew, they would point at his nose and scold him. Why didn't he die.

He was stiff sitting in the wheelchair, even did not dare to move a point, he was afraid of a move, and then the smell smoked the other people's chickens to death.

Eh, old man, why are you sitting here? Do you want to go to the toilet?

As soon as Zhang vanilla came back from sweeping the yard, he found that the door of the arm was open. The old man was sitting at the door of the toilet, facing the door of the toilet, but he didn't move. It was just what he was doing here, whether he wanted to smell the bad smell, but where did this come from.

"Don't come here."

The old man was so cold that he would not let Zhang Xiang come. He was so smelly that he was not afraid to be smoked to death.