Chapter 392 Uncle Fang Who Doesn't Want to Be Grandpa

  Before entering the family, Mrs. Al also introduced to Jiang Qiuqiu about the people she was going to meet.

   "He is the same as Lao Yuan, he may be more pulsating, he is a very interesting person."

  "You can call him Grandpa Fang or Uncle Fang."

  "?" Why can you still use...or between the two titles of grandfather and uncle?

Mrs. Ayer received Jiang Qiuqiu's puzzled look and laughed twice: "He is not convinced by the old."

  After speaking, the two saw a small courtyard with a private door.

It is much smaller than the original home I saw last time. There are no flower beds in the house. The building has only 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. Al should come here often. There was no one in the yard. She walked to the wall clock on the right side of the yard wall in a familiar way, knocked the wall clock with a small hammer a few times, and only one person came out of the house.

  The first time he saw him, Jiang Qiuqiu knew why Mrs. Al said 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 like he is only in his forties, but the black and white hair on the side of the temple raises his age at a glance.

  From a very temperamental middle-aged uncle to a rather young grandpa...

   is nothing more than that.

   "Sister El, are you here?" Fang Ping smiled, still looking quite sunny.

  In this way, he was not at all like a general who had retreated from the battlefield.

   "You have to remind you if you don't come again, don't you like to remind people the most?"

   "If it's you, I'm still willing to wait." After the greeting, he looked at it, "Didn't you say that a very special healer came to give me a happy cure today? Didn't you come?"

  After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Jiaochuo again: "Is this your new apprentice eldest sister? Which little girl? Really kind."

   "You made a mistake."

  Mrs. Al shook her head: "She didn't come to be an apprentice today, she is the very special spiritual healer I told you."

  "……"

  Fang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and took a closer look at Jiang Qiuqiu.

  Hair is like a cloud like mist, and it is naturally black. His face is truly young, without wrinkles, and full of collagen. He is a real young man, not well maintained.

so--

   "Sister Al, I know it's my fault not to drink the nutrient solution, but don't you lie to me?"

   "I didn't lie to you, the remuneration has been negotiated, how could I lie to you." Mrs. Al asked him: "Is the ingredients for you ready?"

  Fang Ping nodded.

   "Qiuqiu, let Grandpa Fang see your real skills."

   "...what is Grandpa Fang!" Fang Ping refused to admit that he was a grandpa, "I am only 108 years old this year, and I am only half of it, so I should be called Uncle Fang."

   Jiang Qiuqiu heard this and couldn't help but curl his lips.

   "Uncle Fang, where is your kitchen, can you take me over?"

  "!"

   "Okay, I'll take you there first." The little girl was so good at talking, he decided not to say anything even if the treatment was not good.

   Once cooked and cooked again, it’s easy to make a table outside, plus the dishes are exactly the same as the last time, it’s even simpler.

  Jiang Qiuqiu started directly.

  She looks pleasing to the eye in the kitchen, she looks like a practising and proficient at first glance.

  Fang Ping watched this scene, and countless possibilities flashed in his mind. Finally, he turned to Mrs. Al who was on the side, his face hesitant to speak.

  (End of this chapter)