Diao Si becomes a rich man and rewards the cold female teacher at the beginning

"This is Chinese medicine."

Zhao Xiaonian felt that he should have been very master-like when he said this.

It's a pity that it would be better if he was wearing a gown.

At this time.

[Ding: Target Xu Yan'er's favorability towards the host +50, current favorability 30]

One hour later.

Xu's old house.

Zhao Xiaonian looked at the full table of dishes and was dumbfounded: it was too rich, so rich that it was almost luxurious. Zhao Xiaonian couldn't name most of the dishes, but just by looking at the appearance, he knew that they were rare and good things.

As expected, rich people still know how to eat.

After Ah Fu put a bottle of Feitian Moutai on the table, he bowed to Zhao Xiaonian and said, "Mr. Zhao, the dishes are ready. These are all carefully prepared by the chef. I don't know if they suit your taste."

"I'm not picky, but... maybe it's too much and too expensive." Looking at the dishes on the table, Zhao Xiaonian didn't know how to pick up his chopsticks.

Sure enough, wild boars can't eat fine bran.

Zhao Xiaonian said self-deprecatingly.

But not having eaten it doesn't mean you can't eat it. Just have a mouth.

Zhao Xiaonian was not polite, and picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dish in front of him.

No matter what it is, just put it in your mouth and chew it.

Looking at Zhao Xiaonian's eating appearance, Xu Yan'er, who was sitting on the side, curled her lips slightly. Although there was contempt in her eyes, there was a lot of smiles.

Eating appearance can really show a person's family education and background.

But Zhao Xiaonian himself is a loser. Whether it is the style of dressing or the fool when eating, he only wants to be comfortable and happy. Especially when drinking soup, he will unconsciously make a "slurp" sound.

Xu Yan'er couldn't help it, "Can you eat without making noise?"

"I didn't smack my lips. Isn't this soup hot?" Zhao Xiaonian continued to drink without any intention of restraining himself.

Xu Dajiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could not move his hands and feet, but he could do it with a facial expression. He looked at Zhao Xiaonian with a smile, and he did not feel anything wrong. "Xiaonian is true to his nature, I think that's good."

Zhao Xiaonian ate and complained: How can he not be true to his nature? Don't you see what time it is now! How can he not be hungry if he has lunch at 3 o'clock?

"As the old saying goes, no wine, no feast. Ah Fu, pour some wine for Xiaonian."

Ah Fu obediently opened the Moutai, poured a glass in front of Zhao Xiaonian, and poured the second glass, but handed it to Xu Yan'er.

Looking at the clear wine in the glass in front of him, Zhao Xiaonian didn't want to drink it, after all, his alcohol tolerance was just average. But this is Moutai Feitian, which he had only heard of but never drunk before, and Zhao Xiaonian also wanted to try what it tasted like.

Xu Dajiang looked at his granddaughter, "Yan'er, toast Xiaonian for Grandpa."

Xu Yan'er: "Yes, Grandpa."

"Okay. Grandpa Xu, I'll toast you a glass and wish you a speedy recovery." Zhao Xiaonian was not polite and raised his glass to Xu Dajiang who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Xu Dajiang nodded, "Okay, okay."

Xu Yan'er clinked her glass with Zhao Xiaonian's glass very obediently, then raised her head and drank it.

Zhao Xiaonian had drunk white wine before, and this Feitian Moutai was indeed different. It didn't have the throat-cutting feeling of ordinary white wine, but the taste of this wine was much stronger.

Zhao Xiaonian shouted, "Good wine, good wine," imitating the way he did in TV dramas.

This made Xu Dajiang laugh again. "It seems that someone will finally see someone who can drink with me, an old man. Yan'er and the others only like to drink red wine and foreign wine, and they can't drink with me. When I get better, Xiaonian, you have to accompany me for a good drink."

Xu Yan'er frowned and said, "You can't drink even after you get better. Remember to go for a check-up and listen to the doctor." She turned to Zhao Xiaonian and said in an imperative tone, "Don't let my grandfather drink. If you want to drink, drink it yourself."

Zhao Xiaonian just doesn't like Xu Yan'er's bad temper. She acts like a big shot.

"Don't worry, old man. When you get better, I'll drink with you every day." After eating two bites of food, Zhao Xiaonian picked up the wine glass again.

As he said that, he also looked at Xu Yan'er on purpose.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes

Seeing that her grandfather was getting better, Xu Yaner stayed with him for a while, and then was ordered by Xu Dajiang to go back.

Xu Dajiang sat in a wheelchair, looking at Zhao Xiaonian who was eating heartily, and said with a smile: "It's good to be young. When I was your age, I could eat as much as you."

"Being able to eat is a blessing." Zhao Xiaonian slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, "You have nothing to do now. When you recover from the illness, you can exercise more, walk more, and go to the square dance when you have nothing to do, and your appetite will naturally rise."

"Haha, square dance? I don't have that luck." Xu Dajiang wasZhao Xiaonian's words amused him, and then he sighed and said, "Although I don't care about the group now, I still worry about Yan'er."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You are so old now, just live a good life. Why do you care so much?"

Xu Dajiang sighed, "I can't ignore it. Yan'er grew up beside me since she was a child. She is cold and arrogant, and has a stubborn temper. I am really afraid that one day when I really die, no one will help her." Then he changed the subject and asked, "Xiao Nian, what do your parents do?"

Zhao Xiaonian did not hide it, "My parents died a long time ago. They were teachers in the countryside when they were alive."

Zhao Xiaonian's parents died in a car accident when he was a freshman.

Xu Dajiang didn't expect that Zhao Xiaonian's parents died so early, and sighed, "Things are unpredictable in the world, sorry."

Zhao Xiaonian naturally knew what Xu Dajiang was thinking at this time. It is said that there is no filial son in front of a long-term sick bed, but the matter of fighting for family property in front of a long-term sick bed is actually not uncommon in rich families.

This time, because Xu Dajiang got better, Xu Yide's previous efforts would all go to waste. But this also reminded Xu Dajiang. As long as he was there, his granddaughter's position would be stable; if he was gone, let alone gone, as long as he was bedridden, his granddaughter's position would be in jeopardy.

Although Xu Dajiang drove Xu Yide out of the old house, it was actually a temporary solution. On one side was his granddaughter who he had raised, and on the other side was his son. He couldn't really destroy his son for Xu Yan'er.

After having enough wine and food, Zhao Xiaonian pushed Xu Dajiang to sit in the yard.

Ah Fu had set up the tea set early, and when the two arrived, he poured the tea in the teacup into the small cup, and the fresh tea fragrance had already drifted into Zhao Xiaonian's nose.

"This is the best Tieguanyin, how about trying it."

Zhao Xiaonian had never drunk this kind of Kung Fu tea before, so he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Apart from being hot, he couldn't taste anything special, it was just the taste of tea leaves.