"This is my lover Song Ci. Song Ci, this is Uncle Lin." Han Zhan introduced Lin Chongan to Song Ci.
Song Ci had a sweet mouth and hurriedly called Uncle Lin.
Lin Chongan smiled until his eyes narrowed, "You're so cute, come on, it's the first time we meet, uncle also prepared a red envelope for you, you accept it." Lin Chongan took out a red envelope and handed it to Song Ci, the co-pilot.
Song Ci didn't answer, but looked at Han Zhan. After Han Zhan nodded, Song Ci took the red envelope with both hands and thanked him politely.
"Uncle Lin spent a lot of money." Han Zhan said.
Lin Chongan waved his hand, and he said with emotion: "I have waited for many years for such an opportunity to spend money." They are not afraid of giving red envelopes, but they are afraid that the red envelopes will not be given out.
Only then did Han Zhan say, "I'll go see my grandfather first, and talk to Uncle Lin later."
"Okay, let's go."
Han Zhan drove to the parking lot, Song Ci laughed at him holding the red envelope: "Zhan Zhan?"
Han Zhan pretended to be deaf and unable to hear.
Song Ci didn't open the red envelope, but stuffed it into the bag, and followed Han Zhan into the Han residence.
Han Aoyu was cooking the meal himself, Zhong Buhui was on the sidelines, and another subordinate was sorting out the training equipment in the school grounds. Hearing the voice of Han Zhan and Song Ci talking, Han Aoyu turned off the fire, washed his hands, rubbed his hands on the apron, and then walked out slowly.
"Song girl, you are finally here! Come here, I steamed sausages for you! I also made duck meat hot pot, wait a minute, let's have hot pot with dried bamboo shoots!" Han Aoyu took Song Ci's hand, anxiously He showed off his cooking to her, ignoring Han Zhan on the side.
Song Ci was pulled into the kitchen by Han Aoyu.
Song Ci felt very sorry to see Han Aoyu who was over eighty years old and still busy in the kitchen, and asked for help when he took off the apron from the hook. "Grandpa, take a rest, let me do it."
Han Aoyu hurriedly stopped her: "Go, go, I've cooked for his grandma all my life, and I'm used to it. With me, you don't have the opportunity to cook." Looking at Song Ci's white and clean hands, Han Aoyu said again : "Your hands are so delicate and white, cooking is a waste."
Song Ci looked helplessly at the tall figure outside the kitchen, and hurriedly said, "Brother Han, why don't you come and help grandpa cook?"
Han Zhan had no choice but to come over.
Before he approached the counter, Han Aoyu snatched the apron from Song Ci's arms, stuffed it into Han Zhan's hand, and ordered him: "The pig's feet are ready, and the soup is not poured, come here."
Han Zhan complained while wearing an apron: "Grandpa, don't treat the difference too clearly."
Han Aoyu opened the lid of the steamer, took out a few slices of sausage with chopsticks, and handed it to Song Ci's mouth, "Come, try this."
Song Ci quickly opened his mouth and bit down two pieces of sausage in one bite. "tasty."
Han Aoyu chuckled, and said: "I know you can eat, I made a lot of them on purpose, just open your stomach to eat later, don't be shy."
Song Ci: ""
In order to satisfy Han Aoyu, when he met Song Ci for the first time in Wangdongcheng, he set up an 'eatable' persona for himself. Thinking of having to eat with her belly open in the next few days, Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little sad.
She's growing fat!
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, saw her tangled face, and laughed very shamelessly.
Soon the meal was ready, Han Aoyu didn't care about etiquette, and called Zhong Buhui and his two subordinates over. The other subordinate was Fang Shen, who was just forty years old, dark-skinned and tall, with a dull look but fierce eyes.
But when facing Song Ci, Fang Shen smiled cautiously, and that smile seemed a little simple and honest. "Song girl, uncle also prepared a red envelope for you, here, take it." Song Ci is 22 years old, so tender that everyone present can call her a girl.
Song Ci accepted Fang Shen's red envelope, thank you when it arrived.
Then, Zhong Buhui also took out the red envelope and gave it to Song Ci.
Song Ci also accepted them.
Seeing that everyone gave Song Ci red envelopes, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He said to Song Ci: "The red envelopes are all vulgar things. Grandpa has prepared good things for you. After dinner, I'll show you to see them!"
Song Ci expressed curiosity, "What did grandpa prepare for me?"
"Not now."
Song Ci said, "I also prepared a gift for Grandpa. Grandpa is willing to tell Song Ci about your surprise, so I will give you the gift right away."
"Queer spirits!" Han Aoyu rolled his eyes, and in the end he couldn't resist the temptation to receive a gift, and said pleasantly: "I have collected some calligraphy and paintings, some jewelry relics left by Han Zhan's grandmother and his mother during their lifetime, Give you all"
Song Ci couldn't imagine how expensive that gift was.
She felt embarrassed when she took the sweater out of the suitcase. Song Ci put the gift box on the chair, opened it, took out the gray-blue sweater inside, and handed it to Han Aoyu.
"I knit a sweater for my grandfather. This is the first time I knit a sweater. I'm not very skilled. I may not handle the details well." Song Ci said this modestly, because the sweater was to be given to Han Aoyu. Song Ci has treated every thread end, and this sweater is no worse than the ones bought in the market.
Han Aoyu took the sweater, touched it fondly for a moment, and then said with emotion: "I like this gift very much. Girl Song, if your grandma is still here, she will definitely like you very much."
Han Aoyu looked up at the portrait of Grandma Han hanging on the wall of the hall, and said sadly: "Duanfang likes knitting sweaters very much. Every winter, Zhan Zhan and I would knit a few. In the winter when Duanfang left, he would knit sweaters every day. Sitting in front of the fireplace knitting sweaters, she is afraid that if she leaves, no one will knit us sweaters again."
Tears flickered in Han Aoyu's eyes, and he choked up and said, "It's fine now, and now someone continues to hurt Zhan Zhan." The half-life old man, in his old age, is always easy to touch the scene and become emotional. When talking about the past, he will inevitably get emotional and become red Eye.
Song Ci looked helplessly at Han Aoyu who was suffering from grief, not knowing what to say to comfort him.
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and whispered in her ear: "Grandpa misses grandma again." Tomorrow is the anniversary of grandma's death, so Han Aoyu will inevitably feel sad.
Han Zhan glanced at Zhong Buhui, Zhong Buhui received hints from Han Zhan's eyes, he hurriedly said to Han Aoyu: "Old man, it's time to eat, Zhan Zhan and Song girl came back from a long way, still hungry!"
Han Aoyu came back to his senses, quickly put away the sweater, and motioned for everyone to eat.
Song Ci didn't dare to dismantle her personality. In order to show her love for Han Aoyu's cooking skills, she ate two and a half bowls of rice, and half of the plate of sausage went into Song Ci's stomach. Seeing this, Han Aoyu was very satisfied, and he thought that a girl who could eat was lucky.
After eating, Song Ci sent out the small gifts prepared for Zhong Buhui and Lin Chongan, and then returned to their room with the suitcase with Han Zhan. Han Zhan's room is on the third floor, and it also has a large floor-to-ceiling window.
The room was more of a suite than a bedroom. There is a master bedroom, a small living room, and a simple kitchenette with a refrigerator, TV, and wine cabinet. The design of the master bedroom is very impressive. The bathroom and the master bed are separated by a hollow screen made of only one side of logs.
Song Ci lay on the light gray bed sheet, looked at the shady green trees outside the window, and sighed: "Brother Han, when we get old, let's go back here to take care of the elderly."
Han Zhan was pleased by the idea of providing for the elderly, and he said, "Okay, as long as you like."
Daily life in Han Zhan’s hometown in Hunan—
Song Ci: Eat, eat, eat!
Grandpa: Make food for Song Ci!
Han Zhan: He was bullied by Song Ci and his grandfather.
(end of this chapter)