Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

At that time, she was only thinking about suicide, and she instinctively resisted anything related to Li Beicheng, and she had no plans to see a psychiatrist at all.

Although she was not to blame for this incident, she never knew about it.

As if he didn't expect Yan Xiaye to actually take on this kind of responsibility, the man's slender eyes widened a little bit, and then returned to normal in an instant, mocking angrily: "Are people from wealthy families as hypocritical as you?" ?""whatever you think.

"Yan Xiaye probably knew what image she was in the other party's mind, so she simply didn't try to defend herself, just took out a note and wrote down her number, and handed it to the man: "You want to make up for that girl too, no matter what you plan to do , I am willing to share half of it.

"The man didn't go to pick up the note, but took a deep look at her, then turned and left on his own: "Mrs. Li, don't think that everything can be solved with money.

"Watching the man away, Yan Xiaye crumpled the note into a ball in his palm, feeling a little restless.

Sighing softly, she looked at the closed door again, leaned over and knocked hesitantly: "Mr., do you still like the wine delivered a few days ago?" She knew that asking the old man to see a doctor should not be rushed. For a while, but the longer the recovery time is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be for the little uncle.

Therefore, she had no choice but to be cheeky.

In the courtyard, the old gentleman hummed meaningfully, walked over and unlocked the door, looked Yan Xia Ye up and down, wondering if he heard the brief conversation between her and the man.

Under such a scrutinizing gaze, Yan Xiaye tried his best to make himself smile so as not to annoy the old man.

After a while like this, the old gentleman suddenly asked: "Girl, can you make wine-stuffed duck?" "Yes!" Yan Xiaye's eyes lit up. What do you want to eat? What ingredients are missing at home? I will buy it now.

"I have prepared all the ingredients, you can do it."

Slowly moving away half a step, the old man watched Yan Xiaye slipping into the yard happily, the corners of his serious mouth slightly curved, and in the next second he warned her fiercely: "My ducks are all naturally loose." It’s fine if you don’t know how to do it. I won’t forgive you for wasting ducks.

""Don't worry, I used to..." Thinking of the past that he didn't want to mention, Yan Xiaye's eyes darkened for a moment: "I have studied cooking seriously, and I will definitely satisfy you.

"The kitchen is over there. If I am satisfied with what you do, I can make an exception to hear what is wrong with you that you want me to see."

"After hearing the old man's words, Yan Xiaye was full of energy, and immediately plunged into the kitchen.

On the cutting board, the bones and flesh of a duck were separated, and the bones were neatly piled aside without any extra shreds of meat.

To be able to treat ducks so inhumanely is either an experienced chef of more than ten years, or a doctor who is used to holding a scalpel.

Yan Xiaye shuddered inexplicably, as if he saw the man who looked down on her standing here with a blank expression, the kitchen knife in his hand was full of cold light, and he completed such a precise boning technique with a few swipes.

Speaking of which, the bodyguards of the Li family would specially invite him, which shows that the man is not low in psychology.

An hour passed, and the fermented duck was finally out of the pot.

Yan Xiaye tried his best to pose for the duck in a very delicious-looking shape, and cautiously carried the plate to the courtyard, standing under the gourd stand and looking forward to it.

The old man poured his own drink and did not intend to invite her to a seat. His expression was as strict as ever, and he could not tell whether he liked or disliked this dish.

Yan Xiaye's heart was about to rise to her throat, and she questioned secretly nervously. Although she had indeed learned this dish from the chef, she hadn't cooked it for a long time. what to do?After drinking for three rounds, the old man blushed and hiccupped, took out the last piece of duck meat from the soup, and waved his hand to call Yan Xia Ye over: "Tell me.

She ran over in three steps and made two steps, and hurriedly explained: "Western medicine can't work well on my uncle. I heard that you used to be a master of traditional Chinese medicine. It is my last hope. What do you want me to do?" It's all right, please don't refuse me.

"I don't know what kind of treatment Western medicine is, but in my opinion, there is no better way than acupuncture and medicated bath."

"The old man shook his head, didn't agree or say no, he yawned and went to take a nap in the house, leaving Yan Xiaye alone in the yard.

Anyone who is arrogant and has a high self-esteem will definitely not be able to stand this kind of ignorance.

Yan Xiaye didn't care about the old man's indifferent attitude. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then with a smile on his face, he cleaned up the messy dishes on the Eight Immortals' table in the kitchen, found a broom and swept the yard vigorously, and cleaned the yard one by one. Watering the flowers and plants in the garden.

In the afternoon, even the little pug in the yard got to know her very well, wagging its tail and following her around.

There was a creaking sound of the door behind him, and the old gentleman came out with a stretched waist, and when he saw her busy and sweaty, a little appreciation flashed in his eyes.

During these years, there were quite a few people who invited him to see a doctor with generous gifts, but very few people could pass his test.

If Yan Xiaye didn't do all these things himself, but called the housekeeping staff, then he would definitely drive this beautiful girl away.

Thinking of this, the old man thought about it, and said concisely: "Rehabilitation is indeed the sooner the better, if you cook me wine-stuffed duck again, you can bring your little uncle over here, and you have to be prepared to fight a protracted war." preparation.

"The implication is that he can start the treatment, but during the treatment, she has to work hard like this all the time.

"Yes, thank you!" Yan Xiaye smiled, eyes crooked, raised his muddy hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, put down the flower pot that had been served in his hand, looked at the sky, and left: " I will come back tomorrow.

"The old man stared blankly at her smiling face, then turned around helplessly and went back to the room, as acquiescing to her way of speeding up the progress.

That little uncle must be very important to this girl.

When I returned to the city, it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Xiaye stopped by the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients and pots for family hot pot, and planned to hold a small party in the studio to celebrate the upcoming opening.

Pushing a supermarket trolley that could no longer hold it and waiting at the door, Yan Xiaye asked Yin Baiyan to come down from upstairs to help, and the two carried the things back together.

Everything was ready and it was just getting dark.

Sitting slumped on the comfortable sofa in the studio, Yan Xiaye took out his mobile phone and sent dinner invitations to Qin Yiren, her boyfriend, Yan Jiu and Yun Duo respectively.