Ruan Tiantian looked at the bowl of chicken soup, hesitating but not planning to start.

Lu Yanzhi handed the spoon to her, but she didn't take it. She didn't seem to be in high spirits, and she didn't seem to want to eat. Xiaoqing said that she didn't eat it in the morning, and she didn't eat it now...

Lu Yanzhi said uneasy: "Don't you want to eat? What do you want to eat, I'll do it."

Ruan Tiantian then reached out to take the spoon, shook her head and said, "No."

It's not that I don't want to eat.

Just drinking soup every day, or soup with high nutrition and high fat, for her, who is used to eating bland and needs to keep in shape, the guilt in her heart is very heavy.

Lu Yanzhi handed her another pair of chopsticks: "Then eat more, eh?"

Ruan Tiantian hummed.

The taste of several dishes was very light, and the seasonings were only a little salt. He remembered that she had just had a miscarriage, and he did not let her eat those bad-looking ones, and then steamed her a bowl of egg custard.

Although Ruan Tiantian didn't eat much in the morning, her appetite was small. After eating a bowl of egg custard and a bowl of soup, her stomach was full.

Lu Yanzhi looked at the tableware she put down and frowned: "Eat so much?"

Ruan Tian dessert head: "I'm full."

Lu Yanzhi didn't ask any further, and put away the empty bowl she had eaten: "Okay, then go back to sleep."

Ruan Tiantian subconsciously refused: "I don't..."

Lu Yanzhi interrupted her, although his voice was equally gentle, but with a sternness that could not be rejected: "Grandpa, I will watch here, you go back to rest, Xiaoqing."

Xiaoqing sighed.

Lu Yanzhi said: "Take her to rest."

Xiaoqing nodded again and again, and she was relieved. Abortion itself required a week of bed rest. It was only a few days. Tiantian not only didn't stay in bed, she couldn't sleep well, so let's not talk about taking care of her body.

Fortunately, Lu Yanzhi was here, otherwise she wouldn't be able to persuade Tiantian.

Ruan Tiantian frowned, and before she could speak, Xiaoqing helped her to go outside: "Let's go, Tiantian, let's go to Aunt Li's house to sleep for a while."

Ruan Tiantian couldn't, so she had to follow.

When she came out of the kitchen, she realized that there were still people guarding the mourning hall. Except for a few men in black brought by Lu Yanzhi, Ruan Hong, Ruan Jie, and Wu Zhaodi were all kneeling there.

Ruan Tiantian just glanced at it, then raised her feet and walked outside: "Let's go."

Xiaoqing happily helped her to go to Aunt Li's house.

Lu Yanzhi threw the tableware and chopsticks into the water storage tank and called someone: "Wash the dishes."

Zhao Sen, who didn't even eat or drink water, twitched the corners of his eyes, looked at the leftovers in the trash can, and immediately wanted to quit the stall, what should he do?

But in the end he rolled up his sleeves and accepted his fate.

Lu Yanzhi left the kitchen and walked to several houses in the small courtyard. He first paused in front of the mourning hall and bowed while looking at Grandpa Ruan's photo.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the three people on the ground, his voice was cold: "Which is the sweet room?"

Ruan Hong did not dare to come out.

Ruan Jie didn't dare to lift his head.

Only Wu Zhaodi shivered and pointed to a closed door.

Lu Yanzhi took advantage of the situation to see that it was a closed door, the door was closed, a curtain was hung on the door, and there were some small flowers on the walls on both sides.

Xiaohua is a long time ago. Judging from the stickers, it should be cut and pasted from a book.

This kind of thing is always done by girls.

So she cut it out when she was a child, and then put it on for decoration?

The man raised his foot and walked over.

Lu Yanzhi stopped at the door. He didn't rush in, but reached out and touched the little flowers on the wall, feeling the feeling of being close to their master.

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