After listening to this sentence, Yu se laughs, "uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, you have heard the little sister's words. After a while, sister-in-law Zhang cooks the soup. If grandma doesn't improve after drinking, Yu se will never come to Mohist school again. On the contrary, if grandma gets better immediately, this little sister will kowtow to me."

Yang Jialan listened to the clear words of Yu se word by word, gently pulled Mo Jingfei, whispered: "Jingfei, don't promise."

But Mo Jingfei, a daughter of gold, had ever been threatened like this, and so many people were present. If she retreated, she would lose face. So, she raised her head slightly and said with arrogance, "you'd better remember what you said. If you dare to come to our Mohist family again, I'll let the Tibetan mastiff bite you to death."

She doesn't believe that Yu se can really cure the old lady.

No way.

Now the Mohist big room and the second room all have metaphorical personal data in their hands. From birth to now, they are a female student. They have never heard that she has the ability to cure and save people.

If Mo Jingyao could survive, he would probably be married in a shady marriage, which has nothing to do with curing the disease and saving the life.

"Well, I remember, and everyone helps me remember what I said with this young lady." Yu se swept the crowd calmly and then returned to the kitchen.

Sister Zhang's action is very fast, has fried a bowl of soup, "Miss Yu, here you are."

Yu se takes the soup to the old lady.

The old lady always has a painful expression, so no one dares to touch her.

Fortunately, there are carpets in the villa, and Luo Wanyi has asked someone to take a pillow for the old lady to put under her head.

But she still looks very uncomfortable.

Here comes the metaphor.

Bend over, squat down, soft voice way: "grandma, drink this bowl of soup, you will be better."

"No, I can't let Grandma drink this kind of peel soup. I don't agree." Mo Jingmei thinks that Mo Jingfei will take all the credit for driving Yu se out of Mohism, so she also wants to brush her sense of existence and fight for some credit.

Yu se looked at the old lady's uncomfortable appearance and couldn't bear to delay any longer. "If grandma doesn't feel good after drinking this soup, how about I kowtow to you?"

Mo Jingmei's eyes brightened when she heard this. If she could make Yu se kowtow to her, she would have more face. She turned aside and said, "go on."

"No, if you kowtow to sister Jingmei, you should kowtow to me, too." Mo Jingfei is reluctant to give up, and can't eat any loss.

Yu se is really speechless. I don't know what these two women think. Is it important to treat the old lady or to kowtow to them?

And she only chose the former, and it was more important to treat the old lady.

The sister-in-law Zhang was a little nervous. The soup she made herself was really made of banana peel and water. "Miss Yu, is that ok?"

"It's OK. I'll try."

Looking at her calm expression, Xu Qingzhen has a kind of fluffy feeling over there. She always thinks that metaphor is not a mess. "Everyone, what if you eat it bad?"

"It's just banana peel, not poison. At most, you can't eat it well, can't you?" Luo Wanyi, who has never spoken, looks coldly at Xu Qingzhen.

"Yes, my mother is right. If you can't eat well or bad, let Grandma have a try." Mo Jingxi doesn't know anything, but she knows her mother's words are right, she must stand on her mother's side.

Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi come forward, but they don't stop them.

Yu se then blew the soup and gently sent it to the old lady's lips.

The old lady felt cold when she lay on the ground. She drank up a bowl of hot soup to her lips.

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