Chapter 1995： Han Chae Young works

If it was just Mrs. Han, she would not be worried at all.

After all, what happened to that old woman is none of her business.

She is not so much a nosy person, and the lives of those who don't care have nothing to do with her.

But Father Han...

Han Yingxue felt that this grandfather was actually quite good, even if it wasn't for Mrs. Han, for Father Han, he always had to go there.

"Master, don't worry, walk slowly, you are already burned, so don't rush for a while." Han Yingxue couldn't help saying when he saw that Father Han was walking very fast.

This old man will easily fall if he is not careful while walking.

The bones of the elderly are relatively loose, and if they fall, the situation is very serious.

The bones are injured, and they don't heal as easily as young people.

Father Han's footsteps slowed down, "Hey, I'm just too worried about your milk, I'll slow down, if I get hurt, that old woman will really have no one to take care of."

There is a sense of helplessness in Father Han's words.

Thinking about that old woman, it is impossible to count on Han Caiying to take care of her. As for the second child of the Han family, it is estimated that there is no hope.

This made them run errands, and they were all unwilling, so let alone take care of Mrs. Han.

Han Yingxue listened and felt sad for a while, thinking that Father Han was also pitiful.

"Well, Lord, slow down, the milk is just a burn, it's not a serious illness, it's better to treat."

Father Han responded twice.

When the two were rushing to the old house of the old Han family, at that time, in the house of Mrs. Han.

Han Caiying stood aside.

Seeing Mrs. Han like this, not only did she not care at all. Instead, he urged, "Mother, when will I be able to drink chicken soup?"

Mrs. Han was quite helpless.

If you're fine, you'll be fine. You can make chicken soup for Han Caiying to drink, but at this moment, she can't move herself. With this arm injury, she definitely can't work.

"Yingzi, this chicken soup is very easy to stew, it's not difficult at all, my mother will tell you how to cook it, you can cook it yourself."

Han Caiying seems very reluctant, "Mother...how can I know...I don't want to go there."

"Then how do you drink chicken soup? My mother definitely won't do it. If my mother directs you, can you do as my mother said?"

"No, no, mother, I still won't."

Mrs. Han was a little helpless. "Yingzi, if you are like this, you can't help it, then you may not be able to drink chicken soup."

"Ok……"

Han Caiying became unhappy when she heard that she couldn't drink.

It seems that she still has to do it herself.

Although I am a little reluctant, if you want to drink chicken soup, you must do it yourself.

"Sorry, Yingzi, mother didn't expect such a thing to happen, so, wait until mother's hand is better, and mother will cook chicken soup for you, okay?"

"Forget it, wait for you to be well, I don't know when it will be, I'll go by myself, mother, then tell me, what should I do?"

"It's very simple!" When Mrs. Han heard that Han Caiying wanted to do it herself, she was instantly relieved that their Yingzi would finally be able to do something by herself. "Yingzi, the chicken girl has been killed, there is boiling water in the pot, you can soak it, and then pluck the hair."