80s: Little Sweet Wife

Zhao Yinghua sneered, and even looked down on his third brother. Although he did nothing in the past, he at least acted brightly, but now he is like this. ◢щЩш.suimEnG.1a

If you don't work hard, but blindly believe in Feng Shui, you are stupid!

Feng shui must be believed, but it cannot be completely believed. If feng shui is regarded as the only life-saving straw, this person is destined to never succeed in his life! ..

An Yafang glared at Zhao Yingyong fiercely, and also strongly disagreed with his superstitious Feng Shui. Now that the fish is dead, there are many dishes in the evening.

"Why don't we make grilled fish, I'll do it!"

Brows and eyes rolled, and he deliberately said something piercing to stimulate Zhao Yingyong.

Dare to say that she is a broom star, she is just the same, hum!

Meimei looked at the few pots of feng shui bonsai on the other side, and the corner of her mouth evoked a sly smile, which made Zhao Yingyong's forehead hurt even more.

It was still in the afternoon, and it was still dark. An Yafang cooked the dumplings and asked Zhao Yingyong and his brothers to deliver them to Zhao Yingying. The old man came out again at this time, wearing his hat, coat and scarf tightly.

"I also went to see the second child, and I don't know how he is doing there." The old man coughed a few times, like an old bellows, which was particularly uncomfortable to hear.

Zhao Yingyong hurried over to pat the old man on the back, and said anxiously, "Dad, your cough is getting worse, why don't you go back to the nursing home?"

"No, I'll stay there after the Lantern Festival. I'm fine, I'm sick!" The old man waved his hand.

Zhao Yinghua's eyes were a little astringent, and he felt very uncomfortable. He turned his head and couldn't bear to look at his aging father again.

The three of the father and son left, and Meimei started to cook grilled fish with great interest. These koi are about the same size, so they are the most suitable for grilled fish. Zhao Xueer looked at his little cousin who was humming a little song, opened his mouth, and said after a while: " Grandpa's health is getting worse and worse, the doctor said that in a few years..."

He didn't say what he said later, his eyebrows wrapped in tinfoil for a while, continued to wrap it, put it in the oven, set the time, and pretended not to hear Zhao Xueer's words.

Zhao Xueer sighed slightly, and without saying anything, helped Meimei cook the grilled fish.

The grilled fish was ready soon, and it was very successful. Although the fishy smell was a bit heavy, Meimei put a lot of seasoning to cover the fishy smell. The taste was very good, and Meimei ate most of the fish.

Yan Xinya and the others couldn't bear the temptation of the fragrance to eat better. The four of them eliminated five of them, and there were five left. They would bake them later when Zhao Yinghua and the others came back.

When the melody of the news broadcast sounded, Zhao Yinghua and the others came back. Zhao Yingyong helped the old man out of the car, but just after walking a few steps~www.readwn.com~ the old man passed out, and everyone was shocked.

"Hurry up to the hospital!" Zhao Yinghua picked up the old man decisively, and was dragged by Zhao Yingyong, "You don't think it's bad luck to send you to the hospital on New Year's Eve? You are not allowed to send it!"

"Your mother's brain is really in shit, right? Dad won't be sent to the hospital after this? Hurry up and let me go!" Zhao Yinghua was so angry that his brain hurts.

An Yafang gave the old man a general check and said, "It doesn't matter, Dad is just too excited. He will wake up after a while, and he doesn't need to be sent to the hospital."

It didn't take long for the old man to wake up by himself, but his face was pale and very weak, as if the deadline was approaching, and it was very uncomfortable to look at.

Zhao Yingyong's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The Spring Festival Gala started. The old man got out of bed and had a reunion dinner together. Everyone gathered together happily, and the atmosphere was much more active.

"Zhao Yinghua, Dad is like this now, do you really look indifferent? Why is your heart so cruel?" Zhao Yingyong said Zhao Yinghua, but his eyes looked at the eyebrows, and his face was distressed.