"Uncle Xu, you are too kind."
Pei Yicheng looked at the gifts and thought to himself that Uncle Xu was really too formal. He just wanted to help them out and hadn’t expected them to return the favor with these gifts.
"Yicheng, Uncle knows you’re a good kid. This is just a little something from us. Please don’t look down on it."
Xu Qinghe’s face was filled with a smile, a genuinely happy smile. These bricks would probably save a lot of money when taken back.
After Xu Qinghe and Xu Song finished expressing their thanks, they went to buy other things. If they were going to build a wall, just having bricks wasn’t enough; they also needed cement and such.
"Brother Cheng, thank you."
Nian’an thought to himself that Pei Yicheng was really generous.
"Actually, I didn’t do much." Pei Yicheng looked at his hand, puzzling Nian’an, who raised his hand and looked carefully, but didn’t see anything unusual or wrong with it.
Pei Yicheng cleared his throat and asked, "I heard from Xiaoning that Nianhua’s hands got frostbitten?"
"Exactly, she just played too much. Just before the New Year it was really warm, and then suddenly it got cold again, and she got frostbite," Nian’an said, and added, "But after applying clam oil, it’s already much better."
"That’s good." Pei Yicheng, seeing Nian’an’s confusion, quickly changed the subject.
After Nian’an left, Pei Yicheng asked Du Chang for the recipe.
"Aren’t her hands almost healed with the clam oil?" Du Chang raised his eyebrows, his little mustache almost curling up. Was his grandson finally coming to his senses?
"A girl’s hands need to be cared for, Grandpa. I remember you know this person."
Pei Yicheng ignored Du Chang’s excited demeanor and said, "Nianhua’s family has also helped us a lot, especially the Chili Sauce Factory; they’ve helped me make a lot of money. I ought to help them too."
Du Chang elongated his tone, clearly not believing Pei Yicheng’s words. Did he think he was a three-year-old?
Du Chang knew his own grandson’s temperament well.
If he hadn’t taken a special interest in her, would he care this much?
It seemed that his great-grandson had settled on someone.
Just thinking about it made Du Chang happy. One day, down below, he would have an explanation for his daughter, but then there was this leg...
Du Chang’s gaze fell on Pei Yicheng’s leg, thinking that this trip to Xi Province would definitely cure it.
Pei Yicheng looked at his grandfather’s silly smile and then at his leg, and couldn’t help but say, "Grandpa, do you really have such a recipe?"
Du Chang stroked his little mustache and proudly said, "Our Du family ancestors were imperial physicians. The secret recipe passed down through generations is something others couldn’t get if they wanted."
Du Chang immediately wrote down the recipe and tossed it in front of Pei Yicheng, saying, "Yicheng, we can’t just give this recipe away for nothing, right?"
"Grandpa, I’m your own grandson. Do I really have to pay?"
Pei Yicheng’s lips twitched, at a loss for words with his grandfather’s antics, but at the same time, he felt warmth in his heart.
This past year, he understood the love and care his grandfather had for him.
"Why not charge? Grandpa is getting on in years; how could I not keep some money by my side?" Du Chang said righteously, puffing out his chest and glaring as he demanded, "No money, no recipe."
Pei Yicheng had Ling Dong pay up, and Du Chang, smiling from ear to ear, accepted the money, planning to save it carefully for his grandson.