Before entering the family, Mrs. Ayer also introduced the people she was going to meet with Jiang Qiuqiu.
"He is the same as Lao Yuan, he may be more jumpy, and he is a very interesting person."
"You can call him Grandpa Fang, or Uncle Fang."
"?" Why can you still use... or
Mrs. Ayer received Jiang Qiuqiu's suspicious gaze, and laughed twice: "He is not old-fashioned."
After finishing speaking, the two saw a small courtyard with its own family.
This place is much smaller than the original house I saw last time. There is no flower bed when entering the house. The building only has two floors. The decoration style is not gorgeous. It can only be said to be ordinary. Compared with the starry sky where I live, it is still small some.
Mrs. Ayer should come here often. There was no one in the yard. She walked to a wall clock on the right side of the courtyard wall with ease, and tapped the wall clock a few times with a small hammer. Only one person came out of the room.
The first time he saw him, Jiang Qiuqiu knew why Mrs. Al said that she could be called Grandpa Fang or Uncle Fang.
Because the person who came out had two contradictions.
His facial features are still young, and the subtle surroundings on his face make him look only in his forties, but the black and white hair on his sideburns makes him look older at once.
From a rather temperamental middle-aged uncle to a rather young grandpa...
Nothing more than the case.
"Sister Ai'er, are you here?" Fang Ping smiled, looking quite sunny.
In this way, he does not look like a general who has retired from the battlefield at all.
"If you don't come again, you will be urged. Don't you like to urge people the most?"
"If it's you, sister, I'd still be willing to wait." After exchanging greetings, he poked his head over and said, "Didn't you say that you brought a very special healer to give me the happy healing method today? Didn't you come?"
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Jiujiu again: "Is this your new apprentice, big sister? What kind of girl is she? You are really kind."
"You are mistaken."
Mrs. Al shook her head: "She didn't come to be an apprentice today, she is the very special spiritual healer I told you about."
"..."
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and took a careful look at Jiang Qiuqiu.
The hair is like a cloud, the black is very natural, the face is really young, without wrinkles, full of collagen, it is a real young man, not well maintained.
so-
"Sister Al, I know it's my fault for not drinking the nutrient solution, but don't lie to me?"
"I didn't lie to you, the remuneration has been negotiated, how could I lie to you." Mrs. Al asked him: "Have you prepared the ingredients you want?"
Fang Ping nodded.
"Qiuqiu, let Grandpa Fang see your real skills."
"... What Grandpa Fang!" Fang Ping refused to admit that he was a grandfather, "I'm only 108 years old this year, half buried in the ground, so I should be called Uncle Fang."
When Jiang Qiuqiu heard this, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Uncle Fang, where is your kitchen, can you take me there?"
"!"
"Okay, I'll take you there first." The little girl was so talkative, he decided not to say anything even if the treatment was not good.
Once raw and cooked twice, it is very simple to make a banquet outside, and the dishes cooked this time are exactly the same as last time, so it is even easier.
Jiang Qiuqiu started to make it directly.
Her appearance in the kitchen is very pleasing to the eye, and she looks like a practicing family and a skilled hand.
Fang Ping watched this scene, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind. In the end, he turned to look at Mrs. Al, who was hesitant to speak.