The real daughter's mind is read by her family, and everyone is shocked

"No! Why should she drink yours? She has to drink my soup, her own grandmother's, and not someone else's!"

"Outsider? Old Yu, if you really want to say that, I think Xiaoyao and I are closer! Blood relationship is not that important. Someone once said that Xiaoyao was a liar." With the handle in hand, Grandma Shen has the upper hand.

Fu Yao looked at Grandma Fu, she didn't say anything, but she was bothered in her heart [What liar, me? When did I become a liar! Is my image in grandma's heart so bad? ]

[I don't care. It's always been this bad. But, grandma, your attitude towards me is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I really can't understand it. A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea, and a grandma's heart is like a needle in the quicksand river. There's no way to find it.]

[I'm curious. Grandma said I was a liar. What did I lie about? Who did I lie to? I need to find some time to gossip with Grandma Shen.]

"Ahem!" Mrs. Fu was anxious and explained quickly, "She is just talking nonsense. I never said you were a liar. She is just jealous. You are my granddaughter and she doesn't have one. She doesn't even have a shadow of a grandson, so she is jealous. It's nonsense. Yes, it's nonsense."

"I can tell from the look of your soup that it doesn't taste good. Go, go, go, get in the car. I don't want to drink her soup."

It seemed as if Old Lady Fu was angry. From that day on, she cooked soup for Fu Yao three times a day in different ways.

Even her son was surprised: "How did the old Buddha, who never went into the kitchen for thousands of years, change his personality?"

Fang Zhiqiu winked and said helplessly, "She was provoked by Madam Shen next door. She is stewing something for your daughter."

At this time, Mrs. Fu's voice came from the kitchen: "Zhiqiu, go and call the maid down to drink soup."

She hasn't cooked for a long time.

She was afraid that she herself did not realize that even for Fu Xi, whom she loved the most, she had never been so attentive and had never gone into the kitchen to cook anything for her.

"Oh, I see." Fang Zhiqiu responded and turned to look at Fu Zhenheng: "See how positive mom is?"

Fu Zhenheng also smiled helplessly: "It's no harm, let her do whatever she wants."

"You didn't say it, but you showed it with your actions, didn't you?"

"Well, although, your daughter can't stand it."

"Even a tiger can't stand three meals a day."

"Yes, it's not good to take too much supplements. There's no rush. Don't overdo it. I'll talk to mom later and ask her not to stew so often."

"Don't be so blunt. The old man is very sensitive."

Fu Zhenheng nodded: "I understand."

When Fu Yao was taken to the hospital by Fu Yanzhou for a check-up and was diagnosed with anemia, she was only given a nourishing soup once a day. Now that she drinks it like this, Fang Zhiqiu is really afraid that his daughter is over-nourishing herself.

In fact, Fu Yao had nosebleeds several times due to over-supplementation, but she just didn't tell them, and it was not easy to tell Old Lady Fu, after all, it was out of her heart.

But Fu Yao could not have imagined that this mere bowl of soup could have such a powerful effect.

Of course, anything produced by Old Lady Fu must be top quality. The hundred-year-old ginseng, premium deer antlers, donkey-hide gelatin and snowflakes she uses are all rare collectibles.

Old Mrs. Fu was also willing to take it out to make soup for Fu Yao.

During the period after the college entrance examination, Fu Yao was either sleeping or on the way to sleep.

Among them, Shen Nansi called several times, wanting to follow Fu Yao's example and go out to play. He failed once, so he just wanted to sleep a lot and make up for all the sleep he had lost from studying frantically before.

"Then sleep well, but remember to get up and eat, otherwise you will get hungry and thin." After Fu Yao said this, Shen Nansi didn't feel comfortable calling her again to make an appointment.

"Don't worry, I'm hanging up." Fu Yao didn't have to worry about her three meals a day. Someone would come to call her mommy, big brother, second brother, and sometimes even grandma at regular intervals.

It is said that when a soul is loved, its flesh and blood will grow wildly. Fu Yao is not only fatter now, but her complexion has also improved a lot. She is no longer pale and skinny as before. Now she has apple cheeks on her face, which are fair, rosy, and tender.

It was only a few days' break from the college entrance examination, and when he came to Fu Yao's place, it could be said that he was reborn.

Part of the reason is that there is nothing annoying to disturb her mind. She eats well, sleeps well, is in a good mood, has no worries, and naturally everything goes well.

Shen Nansi hung up the phone and looked at Yan Cheng beside him with some resentment: "Second Brother Yan, please don't follow me anymore, okay?"

"I feel like a prisoner. Can you give me some freedom?"

Yan Cheng: "Master Nan Si, just treat me as a transparent person, don't pay any attention to me."

Shen Nansi was helpless and looked at Grandma Shen for help: "Grandma, please talk to my uncle and ask him to transfer Second Brother Yan away. I really don't need him to follow me. Please, Grandma."

"You can't even get Xiaoyao out, and you still want me to help you? No way!" Grandma Shen looked at Shen Nansi with disdain.

Shen Nansi was about to get angry: "I also want to date her, but didn't you hear it just now? Fu Yao said she wanted to catch up on some sleep and didn't have time to come out and play."

"I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear anything."

Grandma Shen pretended to be dumbfounded, and looked sideways at the serious Yan Cheng, and said with great relief: "Ah, it's rare that my A Zhen is willing to let Yan Cheng stay to teach you skills. You should study hard and don't let your uncle down."

"Yan Cheng, thank you for your hard work. I'll ask the kitchen to make you something delicious."

"Thank you, old lady. It's not hard to take care of Nan Si. This is what I should do."

"Okay, then I'll leave Nan Si in your care." Then Grandma Shen left.

"Ahhh, grandma, you have such a cruel heart. I'm still a child and I don't want to learn any skills!" Shen Nansi wailed.

Yan Cheng turned to look at Shen Nansi and asked with a straight face, "Master Nansi, is there any sport that you are afraid of?"

"...Does bungee jumping count?" Shen Nansi said honestly without any defense.

Yan Cheng thought for a moment: Bungee jumping? So you are afraid of heights?

The master said that he wanted to train Young Master Nan's courage, so...

"Then Master Nan Si, why don't you try skydiving today? It can be a good exercise for your courage."

"What are you jumping for? No, don't even think about it. If I jump for this, I'll die!" Shen Nansi wanted to run, but Yan Cheng was quick-witted and grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out of the Shen family, and then dragged him into the car.

"Brother Yan, let's discuss this. Let's learn how to swim! Let's go do some field shooting! Fighting is also fine! Can we not do parachuting?"

Yan Cheng said in a devilish voice: "As long as Master Nan Si likes it, we will arrange these activities for you later. Skydiving is much more interesting than bungee jumping. Master Nan Si might like it after trying it."

"Ahhh! Help! Who would like to torture themselves?! I won't go, I won't go! Uncle, I hate you!"

Yan Cheng waved his hand, closed the car door, and the world became quiet.