Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

If it were just Mrs. Han, she wouldn't be worried at all.

After all, whatever happened to that old woman was none of her business.

She is not such a nosy person. She doesn't care about people's life and death, so it has nothing to do with her.

But Father Han...

Han Yingxue felt that this grandpa was actually pretty good. Even if it wasn't for Mrs. Han or for Father Han, he would always go there.

"Master, don't be anxious. Walk slowly. You're already burned, so don't rush for a while." Han Yingxue couldn't help but said when she saw that Father Han was walking very fast.

This old man would easily fall if he didn't pay attention when walking.

The elderly have relatively loose bones, so if they fall, the situation will be very serious.

Bones are injured and cannot be healed as easily as young people.

Father Han's pace slowed down, "Hey, I'm just too worried about your milk. Let me slow down. If I get injured, the old woman really won't have anyone to take care of her."

There was also a sense of helplessness in what Father Han said.

Thinking about that old woman, it was impossible to count on Han Caiying to take care of her. As for the second child of the Han family, they probably had no hope.

This requires them to run errands, which they are unwilling to do, so let alone taking care of Mrs. Han.

Han Yingxue felt sad as she listened, thinking that Father Han was also pitiful.

"Well, master, please slow down. It's just a burn on your breast. It's not a serious illness. It's relatively easy to treat."

Father Han responded twice.

When the two people were rushing towards the old Han family's house, they were inside Mrs. Han's house.

Han Caiying stood by.

Seeing Mrs. Han like this, she didn't just show any concern. Instead, she urged from the side, "Mom, when can I have chicken soup?"

Mrs. Han was quite helpless.

If I was fine, I would be fine and I could make chicken soup for Han Caiying. But now, I can't move. With my arm injured like this, I definitely won't be able to work.

"Yingzi, this chicken soup is very easy to make. It's not difficult at all. Mom will tell you the recipe, and you can just make it by yourself."

Han Caiying seemed to be very unwilling, "Mom...how could I do that...I don't want to go there."

"Then how do you drink chicken soup? Mom definitely can't do it. If Mom gives you orders, can you do what Mom says?"

"No, no, mother, I still don't know how."

Mrs. Han was a little helpless. "Yingzi, there's nothing you can do about it. Then you might not be able to drink chicken soup."

"All right……"

As soon as Han Caiying heard that she couldn't drink, she started to feel unhappy.

It seemed that she still had to do it herself.

Although I am a little reluctant, if I want to drink chicken soup, I have to make it myself.

"I'm sorry, Yingzi. Mom didn't expect such a thing to happen. How about that, when mom's hand gets better, can mom make chicken soup for you?"

"Forget it, when you get better, I don't know how long it will take. I'd better go on my own, mother. Then tell me, what should I do?"

"It's very simple!" When Mrs. Han heard that Han Caiying wanted to do it by herself, she felt very happy. Their Yingzi could finally do something by herself. "Yingzi, the chicken has been killed. There is boiling water in the pot. You go and soak it and then pluck the feathers."

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