The sick and weak boss relies on me to reach the pinnacle of life

After dinner, Xie Qingtang really became angrier the more she thought about this matter. At this time, Zhao Xianglan walked over with a nylon bag in her hand, and said to her with a smile: "Miss, people from my hometown brought it here. Kucha, I will grind it out for the little lady tonight, and I will make Kucha tofu for you tomorrow."

"Aunt Lan, why does this name sound so familiar to me?" Xie Qingtang said to Zhao Xianglan when she heard that the dish of bitter mango tofu felt very familiar.

Zhao Xianglan smiled with some emotion and said: "Miss, you must have forgotten it. When you were young, you liked to eat bitter tofu the most. At that time, the lady also liked to eat it, so you two will stay with me as long as I make bitter tofu." In the kitchen, you must eat the freshest bowl."

Speaking of the past, she also had nostalgia in her eyes, and Xie Qingtang suddenly recalled the time when she was eating bitter tofu with her mother when she was a child. Although her mother's appearance has become blurred, the laughter at that time was deeply moved. imprinted on her heart.

"Yes, Aunt Lan, I remembered, let me help Aunt Lan." Xie Qingtang immediately stood up, and Zhao Xianglan quickly stopped her: "Miss, your hands are injured, and the bitter tofu used It tastes good when it is ground with a stone, how can you use your hand to grind it with a stone?"

Hearing what Zhao Xianglan said, Xie Qingtang's eyes fell on the small stone mill she had brought out just now, and her brows immediately frowned: "Aunt Lan, when will you be able to use this small stone mill to finish grinding the scorpion? Aunt Lan is going to suffer, forget it, I won’t eat bitter mango tofu, so Aunt Lan won’t grind these things so hard.”

"Miss, as long as Miss likes to eat, the hard work I have suffered is nothing, and I'm used to it." Zhao Xianglan said indifferently.

At this moment, hearty laughter suddenly sounded in the backyard. Xie Qingtang looked back subconsciously, and found that Grandpa Xie had won a game of chess with Gu Xiujin, and he was smiling happily.

Looking at Gu Xiujin who was sitting there with an old god, Xie Qingtang suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, then took Zhao Xianglan's hand that wanted to grind hard, blinked and said: "Aunt Lan, there is ready-made labor, why don't we use it? Do you want to work hard yourself?"

"Ah, Miss, what are you talking about?" Zhao Xianglan was at a loss.

Xie Qingtang smiled, didn't say anything more, but walked out of the kitchen directly, came to Grandpa Xie's side, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Aunt Lan said she would make bitter tofu for me, but Aunt Lan is weak. , My hand is hurt again, no one can grind the cockroach."

"Ah, Kucha tofu, I remember it was a snack that your mother liked to eat when I was young, I miss it so much, it really takes a lot of effort to grind Kucha tofu." Grandpa Xie said thoughtfully.

Xie Qingtang smiled and nodded, then her sly eyes fell on Gu Xiujin who was sitting across from her, she looked at him like this, and said calculatingly: "So, a certain man is needed to help Aunt Lan gone."

"You little clever ghost, what exactly do you want to say?" Grandpa Xie seemed to realize something, and scratched Xie Qingtang's little nose and said.

Xie Qingtang smiled grinningly, set his eyes on Gu Xiujin and said, "I was scolded by netizens for a whole day today, and it's all because of who, Mr. Gu, is he going to do something to compensate me? Woolen cloth?"

"Okay!" I thought that Gu Xiujin would understand the meaning of Xie Qingtang's words after spending some time, but what he didn't expect was that the man in front of him didn't intend to pretend to be stupid at all, so he nodded and agreed.

There is free labor, no need for nothing, Xie Qingtang directly took Gu Xiujin into the kitchen, then pointed to the small stone mill, and the bag of bitter stalks and said: "The bitter twigs have been wrapped, and now only the mill is left. Alright, Mr. Gu, let's begin."

"Miss, this is not good, after all, Mr. Gu's body..." Zhao Xianglan said immediately when she saw that Xie Qingtang had asked Gu Xiujin to torture her.

Xie Qingtang waved his hands indifferently, and said to Gu Xiujin with a smile: "Although Mr. Gu's body is weak, he can still do this little thing, and when the bitter tofu is ready, Mr. Gu will definitely eat it, and you will be rewarded if you put in the effort." Well, this way, Mr. Gu won't be said to be freeloader."

"Miss Xie is right, I accept the punishment." Gu Xiujin glanced at Xie Qingtang indifferently, then rolled up his sleeves, and started to grind the small stone mill.

Hearing the last sentence, Xie Qingtang froze for a moment, then touched his earlobe uncomfortably and said, "Who said this is your punishment?"

"This is my punishment for myself." Gu Xiujin poured a spoonful of bitter japonica into the stone mill and began to grind it immediately.

Seeing him doing so well, Xie Qingtang felt a little embarrassed, so she stayed in the kitchen and helped Gu Xiujin to pour the chorizo ​​and add water. The two of them cooperated very tacitly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xianglan smiled gratifiedly, then quietly left the kitchen, and told Grandpa Xie what happened in the kitchen.

"My little Tangtang is still so awkward, playing with such petty thoughts, but I don't know that Xiu Jin sees her petty thoughts, but Xiu Jin didn't remove this scandal on the Internet, what is it? The idea, but I, an old man, can't see clearly." Grandpa Xie said with a slight frown.

Zhao Xianglan speculated from the side: "Could it be that Mr. Gu actually has no ability to remove this scandal on the Internet? It's because the young lady misunderstood that Mr. Gu has such ability."

"Haha, maybe." Grandpa Xie touched his goatee that had just grown out and said with a smile.

The orange light in the kitchen fell on the two silent people, and Xie Qingtang couldn't help but lose her gaze. Her gaze followed the stone mill and landed on Gu Xiujin's pale but powerful arm.

Perhaps because of his perennial illness, Gu Xiujin's arm looks thinner than a normal man's. His white and slender fingers are holding the handle of the stone mill, turning it slowly, and the bitter mangoes are ground into white juice. , slowly flowed from the lower notch into the bucket.

Seeing all this, Xie Qingtang, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but stared dumbfounded. The white bittern juice and Gu Xiujin's pale arms complemented each other, turning around in front of Xie Qingtang, as if trying to confuse her.

"It's time to add bitterness." Gu Xiujin's cold voice rang in Xie Qingtang's ear, and immediately pulled her back.