The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

When Xia Ningxi heard what she said, she immediately turned her attention away from Su Yayan and the other two, and said bitterly: "The weather has gradually heated up in the past two days, and it is easy to get angry. You and Grandpa Luo can eat more pears. Me. Mom asked me to bring some apples and grapes this time. They are all newly cultivated by my uncle. They are pollution-free and pollution-free. They are very sweet. You can eat them first. If you like them, I will send them some other day."

Song Linghua carried the fruit that Xia Ningxi had squeezed over, and he was moved and helpless.

"The fruit that your uncle finally grows, just let him sell it, and keep giving it to the old man. How much does this bag cost? I told you before. We are just two of us and can’t eat it. How much, sending so much is a waste."

These days, the price of fruit is several times more expensive than natural ingredients, and most people may not really be able to afford it.

The family conditions of Xia Ningxi's family are not wealthy, but they can often eat these fresh seasonal fruits because her uncle has contracted a very large orchard and will send them some from time to time.

Xia Ningxi’s house and the two old people’s houses happened to be up and down again. The relationship between the two families was very good. The old people almost watched Xia Ningxi grow up.

The sons and daughters of Luo Baogeng and their grandchildren were not around. Looking at Xia Ningxi, who was about the same age as their grandson, he unconsciously transferred part of the love for her grandchildren to her.

Even Xia Ningxi’s previous transfer issues were handled by them.

For this reason, Xia Ningxi's parents are also grateful for their love and help for Xia Ningxi. In recent years, as long as Xia Ningxi's family has something good, they will basically give them a share.

Xia Ningxi listened to Song Linghua's words with a smile: "If you are worried about waste, hurry up and eat more, otherwise it is really wasteful."

"You child..." Song Linghua glared at her angrily, "Next time we are not allowed to give these to us, and we won't accept them if we give them."

Xia Ningxi laughed and laughed and didn't answer, anyway, it would be fine this time. Next time, she will naturally have another way.

"Since you are here, don't leave. I will let Grandpa Luo make your favorite meat buns. Your Grandpa Luo is an ancestral craft, and you don't often make it at home. Today you are considered lucky."

Xia Ningxi was originally going to leave after delivering the things, but when she heard her words, she sat back silently: "Really? Then I have to taste it."

After speaking, I once again turned my attention to Su Yayan: "Grandma Song, these two are..."

"It's the child of my old deceased." Song Linghua briefly explained and sighed, "If you are here today for this matter, then I am afraid you will be disappointed. Lao Luo really can't pick you up. script."

"My wife is right." Lao Luo packed up his things and walked in. Hearing his wife's words, he immediately echoed, "I really don't plan to accept the script. Let alone TV series, it's the movie I am now. No answer."

Su Yayan's face was distressed: "Uncle Luo, we really have no choice but to come to you. If you are worried about physical problems, you can rest assured that filming belongs to filming. We will definitely put your health first. One. We expect a long filming time for this drama, but the filming tasks are relatively small, and it will definitely not make you tired."