Chief Assistant Daddy: Mother Koi is a big villain

Old Doctor Zhao and Sixth Uncle came here specially to send money to Gu Yuzhu.

The house was burning warmly, Uncle Six took off his hat and put it aside, he rubbed his hands embarrassedly: "Girl, I have delivered the medicine to the nearest place, and their feedback is very good, is there any other medicine?" ah?"

Mentioning this, Sixth Uncle's eyes lit up.

Doctors at the border have always been scarce, and sometimes there is not enough manpower, and they all bandage themselves. If there are more pills, it will save a lot of trouble.

"Isn't there a doctor by your side? Why are you asking me again?" Gu Yuzhu brought them a plate of nuts, very puzzled, "This thing is so simple, why do I need to tell you specifically. "

Sixth Uncle stared anxiously: "Do you think your Sixth Uncle is that kind of person? How could he steal your method at will."

He pushed the banknote king Gu Yuzhu in front of his eyes again, "Hurry up and put this thing away."

A thick stack of bank notes, at least a few hundred taels.

Gu Yuzhu thought for a while, took the silver ticket, waved casually at Su Ziyi at the door, and then handed it to him, "I want to buy emerald jade, take it."

Su Ziyi let out an "ah" and quickly stuffed the silver into his sleeve, "Thank you, sister Yuzhu."

Seeing that she handed over these several hundred taels of silver to a child who was not yet 15 years old, Uncle Six was so distressed that he almost pulled his beard off.

That was the private money he had saved for a long time.

He quickly looked away.

That's all, what is given out belongs to others, and it doesn't matter what they do with it.

Gu Yuzhu took the money, and said with a smile: "A few hundred taels of silver can be used to buy a broken prescription. If this is told, some people will call me a profiteer. Uncle Six, you have suffered a bloodbath."

Uncle Six was dumbfounded.

That's not a broken prescription, the other party clearly wrote several prescriptions.

Except for the ephedra decoction, the ratio of the other wound medicines is not simple. Even old doctor Zhao couldn't make the ratio accurately if he hadn't seen the prescription.

That's all, if they are taken out, the imperial doctors in the court will try their best to get them.

The sixth uncle was more grateful to Gu Yuzhu from the bottom of his heart, and said proudly: "Girl Yuzhu, although your sixth uncle and I are half useless now, I still have some face in this capital. If you have anything to do in the future, just come to you. Uncle Six, I promise to solve it for you."

He said that he was afraid that Gu Yuzhu would only take it as a joke, so he took off a ring that he carried around his waist and put it on the small table.

"Take this ring as evidence."

Gu Yuzhu was speechless for a while, but also a little funny.

Did you ancient people like to casually give away keepsakes?

I calculated that I had collected several things in my hands, and if something happened, I went to find someone to reckon that they could all be made into a mahjong table.

At this time, there was a burst of fragrance outside.

Uncle Six, who had finished talking about important things, muttered, "What is so fragrant?"

"It's fried crispy meat, you and Mr. Zhao have a taste." Song Wen brought in a plate himself, with a monocle hanging on the bridge of his nose.

Originally, he didn't need to bring anything with him at home, but when outsiders came, he had to hide something.

The small crispy meat is fried to the thickness of a thumb, golden and crispy, with a strong meaty aroma.

Uncle Liu quickly grabbed a piece of ground, bit it off, and the fresh and tender meat smelled on the tip of his tongue.

The scorching heat of this winter made him squint his eyes comfortably.

After eating two sticks in a row, he gave a thumbs up: "The cook of your family is very skilled. I'll go ask your cook for sutras, and let our old lady fry a plate when I go back."

"Uncle Six—"

Gu Yuzhu watched helplessly as he rushed out like a gust of wind. His khaki clothes and slightly fat figure looked like a vigorous orange cat.

She and Song Wen looked at each other in blank dismay.

Gu Yuzhu asked silently: Who did the bombing?

Song Wen's lips twitched: Who else could it be?

Of course it was his brother.

Uncle Six, who had already rushed to the door of the kitchen, saw Song Chengye busy inside.

Big Orange was dumbfounded.

He looked and looked in the house, but he didn't see the so-called "cook lady" again, and asked unwillingly, "Mr. Song, where is your cook lady?"

Dabao gnawed on the little crispy meat, and said, "Grandpa Six, we don't have a cook in our family."

Daju was shocked.

"Then who made this crispy meat?"

The three little milk buns pointed at Song Chengye with their fingers and said in unison.

"Daddy did it."

Daju is dizzy now.

Meeting Song Chengye's clear gaze, even though his skin was as thick as his, he still felt a little embarrassed, so he could only scratch his cheek and said, "Here, Mr. Song Wen brought the things in, I thought it was him..."

Pooh.

What was he thinking? Just like Song Wen, he didn't seem like someone who could cook.

"On weekdays, my uncle cooks, but when it's Chinese New Year's Eve, Daddy said that I can't let my uncle spoil it." Niu Niu spoke the most heart-warming words in the most soft and cute tone.

Song Wen, who came out of the main room, received a sword in his heart for no reason.

He silently covered his chest.

Su Ziyi tilted his head to look: "What are you doing?"

Song Wen said solemnly: "My heart hurts."

He weakly asked for help: "Ziyi, my heart is full of holes."

Su Ziyi rolled his eyes: "You are so hypocritical and disgusting."

Song Wen took a deep breath and glared at him angrily.

Can you still speak well?

Su Ziyi reluctantly gave him the back of his head.

Song Wen's sunny and cheerful smile instantly turned into resentment, staring at the back of Su Ziyi's head, exuding resentment.

Little heartless fellow.

And Uncle Six had already been hit by this shocking bomb, making his head dizzy.

He was stunned and said, "Your family is full of men cooking?"

The three little milk bags said in unison: "Of course."

Uncle Six was speechless.

In this world, only gentlemen say that they stay away from the kitchen. How can there be men washing their hands, making soup and painting?

A good scholar, this is like a cook.

Erbao ate the last piece of crispy meat, looked up at Uncle Liu, and said as a matter of course: "Daddy said that mother is the treasure in our hearts. Of course, we must take good care of our treasures. Daddy is just being a baby." It's just food, mother has been running around all day, and she is already very tired."

Uncle Six was speechless.

Gu Yuzhu, who was standing behind, was stared at by the old doctor Zhao with a teasing look, and covered his reddened ears.

When she was not around, what did Song Chengye say to the little milk buns?

Uncle Six was silent.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Song Chengye's slender hand, which looked like it was used to hold a pen, picked up the slaughtered fish from the basin, changed the flower knife, and mixed the seasonings neatly, The whole action is done in one go.

Clearly a kitchen veteran.

Uncle Liu was in a complicated mood and asked deliberately: "You are a scholar, if you run into the kitchen, you are not afraid of being laughed at by others."

Even though he and his wife have been in love for many years, occasionally his wife cooks.