I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating

Chapter 35: I... don't have a grandpa anymore

  Chapter 35 I... have no grandpa

   "A Tao, don't take care of us anymore." Zhao Lanhua took her arm affectionately and made her sit down, "Drink a bowl while it's hot."

"it is good!"

   Shen Yao lowered his eyes to cover the loss in his eyes.

   Until there were more fish slices in the bowl in front of him, he raised his eyes in doubt, and met Ji Zhao's smiling apricot eyes.

   "How about you try this pickled fish?"

  Shen Yao nodded reservedly, and tasted it carefully.

   "The fish is tender and smooth, it melts in the mouth, and the taste is very hot and sour." Shen Yao commented objectively, "It's delicious."

   "Then eat more!" Ji Zhao said cheerfully.

  She is quite confident in her cooking skills.

  Shen Yao, who had never eaten much, ate an extra bowl of rice than usual after hearing this sentence.

   "A Tao, I just saw that there are three live fish in the water tank outside, what are you going to make delicious tonight?" Second Aunt Shen asked impatiently.

   "What kind of fish does second sister-in-law like to eat?"

   "As long as it's delicious food, I like it!" Second Aunt Shen said hurriedly.

   "I'll cook another grilled fish that night." Ji Zhao said cheerfully.

   "That would be great!" The second sister-in-law Shen laughed from ear to ear when she heard that there was still something delicious to eat in the evening!

   "Mother," Ji Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at Zhao Lanhua and asked softly, "Can I send two fish back to Pomegranate Village later?"

"You silly boy, you caught these fish, how to deal with it is up to you!" Zhao Lanhua said with a smile, "Third brother, you can go back to Pomegranate Village with A Tao in the afternoon, by the way , I have prepared all the rice noodles you asked me to buy earlier, and I will let the third child accompany you back to your mother's house."

   "Thank you mother, mother, you are so kind!" Ji Zhao had tears in his eyes, grateful.

  In the afternoon of June, the sun was a little hot.

  Ji Zhao felt profusely sweating after walking a few steps.

   "There is an old locust tree in front, why don't we rest our feet?" Shen Yao handed her the water bag on his body and asked softly.

   "Also."

  Ji Zhao leaned against the tree trunk and took a rest.

   "Wait for me." Shen Yao caught a glimpse of green in the distance, immediately put down the pannier on his body, turned around and left in a hurry.

  A moment later, Shen Yao put the freshly picked lotus leaf upside down on her head.

  A scent of lotus leaves filled his heart, and Ji Zhao thanked him gratefully.

   After resting, the two set off again, and finally arrived at Shiliu Village at Shen Shichu.

   It's just the Ji family at the moment, and the atmosphere is quite depressed.

  When Ji Zhao saw the white banner hanging on the fence, his heart sank!

  She hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, only to see her grandmother Xie was kneeling on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

   "Grandpa?" Ji Zhao hurriedly rushed up, but the old man who was lying on the kang at that time was silent.

  Ji Zhao stretched out his index finger tremblingly, reaching for his nose—

"grandfather…"

  Ji Zhao called out in grief, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse!

  If it wasn't for Shen Yao, who was following closely behind her, to support her quickly, Ji Zhao might have fallen to the ground.

   "Are you okay?" Shen Yao subconsciously held her shoulder and asked in a deep voice.

   "I...I'm not good." Ji Zhao closed his eyes weakly.

   Suddenly, an indescribable sourness and guilt welled up in my heart.

  Ji Zhao knew very well that it was the subconscious hidden in the body of the original owner.

  Although the original owner is hateful, she is not a treacherous person, and she also understands that if Mr. Ji hadn't saved her, she would have died long ago.

   But now Mr. Ji is dead.

   "I... don't have a grandfather anymore." Ji Zhao choked up and said this sentence, sour tears rolled down his cheeks, gently sliding down.

  (end of this chapter)