"When you come back, you must stay at home for a meal. You tell Mrs. Mi. Mrs. Mi will watch and add some food. That's her son."

Uncle Yang responded respectfully.

The fish caught was not big, but the old lady grilled a bunch of small fish and finished them quickly, and the second skewer was also grilled.

She said to some old sisters: "The weather is a bit cold, would you like to drink a few drinks to warm yourself up?"

"Old lady."

As soon as Uncle Yang heard that the old lady wanted to drink two drinks, he immediately stopped him: "Old lady, don't drink. If the young master knows about it, it's my fault for not taking good care of the old lady."

"How would he know if you didn't tell me?"

"Ayin is becoming more and more like his grandfather, taking care of everything."

The old lady complained and Zhan Yin started to take care of her.

The old ladies laughed and said: "The young master is caring about the old lady's health. At our age, it is better to drink less."

"It's okay to drink some fruit wine. Uncle Yang, go get two bottles of fruit wine. It's not satisfying to have barbecue without wine."

Uncle Yang did not object again.

He called back to the villa and asked someone to send a few bottles of fruit wine.

In addition to eating the fish he caught, Uncle Yang also prepared other barbecue food for the old ladies.

Several children who have not yet entered kindergarten are also eating happily.

Uncle Yang prepared juice for several children.

The old lady likes this kind of life, both old and young.

In the same year, her first great-grandson was born.

The old lady handed the sausage she had baked to a cute little girl, and touched the little girl's braid. "The bigger the little girl is, the cuter she is. Her eyes are sparkling. Your mother calls you little girl." The spirit is perfect for you."

Xiao Lingzi took the sausage and thanked him sweetly: "Thank you, madam."

The old lady smiled lovingly: "What else do you want to eat? I'll bake it for you."

"drumstick."

Xiao Lingzi probably had frequent contact with the old lady and was not afraid at all. If he wanted to eat grilled chicken legs, he asked for chicken legs.

Another old lady smiled and said: "Grandma Ye, this chicken leg is ready to be roasted. Do you want to eat it? I'll give it to you first, and Grandma Ye will bake it again." JrNovels.com