Porcelain!
What a petting title!
Song Ci's heart was shot again.
She went to the kitchen blushing and took a vegetable basket and a fruit basket. Han Aoyu was somewhat surprised when he heard the special title given to Song Ci by his grandson. He couldn't tell that this boring gourd had such a romantic side.
The old man brought not only grapes, but also lotus pods and plums, all grown by himself.
Song Ci's parents are orphans, and they have no relatives in their family. Although Song Ci and Song Fei are not short of love, they have never enjoyed the love from their grandparents. She is somewhat envious of Han Zhan.
Song Ci washed the fruit and put it on the coffee table. "Brother, you sit with grandpa, I'll cook." Mr. Han's first visit, Song Ci was embarrassed to pull Han Zhan to cook together.
Han Zhan was as careful as a hair, he picked a few grapes from the fruit basket, took the grapes and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, I'm going to help Song Ci cook."
Han Aoyu waved his hand indifferently: "Go."
Han Zhan walked into the kitchen and stuffed a large ripe grape into Song Ci's mouth. Song Ci swallowed it in one gulp. "It's so sweet."
Han Zhan stared at her lips stained with grape juice, thinking of other things, his gaze deepened. "Well, it's quite sweet."
When the old man came, Song Ci thought that a few more dishes should be added, but Han Zhan said that there is no need to waste extravagance, just the right amount. "My grandfather is the most taboo of extravagance and waste, it's almost enough."
Song Ci heard what Han Zhan said, and felt that he was more thoughtful, so he followed the original plan. When Han Zhan saw that Song Ci had cut all the vegetables and fried three more, he put on an apron and said to Song Ci, "I'll fry the rest of the vegetables, and you can tie the rope for me."
"good."
Song Ci stood behind Han Zhan and tied the rope for his apron. Suddenly I heard Han Zhan asking himself: "How is your body? Are you feeling better?"
Song Ci was startled, and quickly turned back to look at the living room, seeing the old man talking to Yan Jiang, not paying attention to their side, so she was relieved. "It's better." Song Ci's voice was very soft, afraid of being heard.
"Um."
Han Zhan turned on the fire, picked up the spatula, and said, "Go and rest, I'll cook the rest of the dishes."
Song Ci stood next to him, very obedient. "I prefer to watch you cook. Brother Han looks so good at cooking." Song Ci is the best flatterer.
How could Han Zhan not know what Song Ci was afraid of? He smiled helplessly at Song Ci and told her, "My grandfather is not scary."
"I looked scary, especially when he opened the door and saw me and Yan Jiang alone together, the look in his eyes." Song Ci stuck out her tongue and said with lingering fear, "It's a good thing you're back, otherwise"
Han Zhan thought it was funny.
He held the spatula in his left hand, and touched Song Ci's head with his gloved right hand. "Then stay here."
"Um."
"By the way, the durian is in the bag. Hold it far away. My grandfather will feel dizzy when he smells the durian." Han Aoyu, like Han Zhan, is a person who hates durian very much.
Hearing this, Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, saw that his expression was normal, and suddenly laughed. "Don't Brother Han hate durian too?" He tiptoed and kissed Han Zhan on the cheek, then peeked at Grandpa and the others, seeing that they hadn't been found, Song Ci said to Han Zhan: "Thank you for your hard work, next time I will go by myself." purchase."
"Not hard."
Han Zhan turned on the fire and started to cook seriously, while Song Ci was on the sidelines.
Smelling the scent of garlic, Han Aoyu, who was talking to Yan Jiang, suddenly stopped talking and looked back towards the kitchen. Seeing the greasy and crooked appearance of his grandson and grandson's daughter-in-law, the old man felt more at ease.
Feelings are good.
Looking away, Han Aoyu asked Yan Jiang: "Boy, what's your name?"
Yan Jiang didn't dare to be sloppy, so he cheered up, and replied solemnly and respectfully: "Grandpa, my name is Yan Jiang."
"Yan Jiang, Song Yanjiang, how old are you older than Song girl?"
For some reason, Yan Jiang, who followed Song Ci's surname Song, was suffering and couldn't tell. Once a lie is established, countless lies are needed to complete it, often with the opposite result. After thinking about it, Yan Jiang decided to be honest and tell the old man the truth.
After figuring it out, Yan Jiang said, "Grandpa, my surname is not Song, but Yan. I am indeed Song Ci's brother, but I am not a real brother, but a neighbor's brother. We grew up together when we were young. very good."
Fearing that Han Aoyu would suspect that his relationship with Song Ci was unclear, Yan Jiang hurriedly explained: "Didn't Song Ci and Han Zhan just received their certificates two days ago, and today is also the first time I have visited Han Zhan's house. When you came here just now, Han Zhan happened to go out to buy pig's trotters, which caused the misunderstanding."
After listening to Han Aoyu, he no longer suspected that Yan Jiang and Song Ci had an ambiguous relationship, but he was relieved.
Fortunately, it's not a real brother, if it is a real brother, it would be really embarrassing.
Before coming here, Han Aoyu did not carefully check Song Ci's information, but only knew that she was the adopted daughter of the Mu family. The reason why he didn't investigate Song Ci's information was also out of respect for his grandson. That's why Han Aoyu believed it when Han Zhan called Yan Jiang his brother.
After hearing Yan Jiang's explanation, Han Aoyu didn't doubt it either. Rather than saying that he believed in Yan Jiang, it was better to say that he believed in Han Zhan's vision. The grandson's eyes are still accurate. If there is something tricky between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, Han Zhan must know about it.
He was also angry for a while before, losing his mind and making a wrong judgment.
However, Han Aoyu still feels inappropriate when he thinks that his grandson-in-law has a good-looking, young and single good friend next to him. He smiled and asked Han Aoyu: "Does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"
Yan Jiang was afraid that Han Aoyu's next sentence would be to introduce his girlfriend to him, so he hurriedly said: "With a girlfriend, we are currently living together."
Hearing this, Han Aoyu was completely relieved.
"Grandpa, Brother Jiang, it's time to eat." Han Zhan took off his apron, stood at the door of the kitchen and called them over for dinner.
Yan Jiang was very proud when he heard Brother Jiang, and regretted that the time was wrong and he couldn't use his mobile phone to record.
Han Zhan and Song Ci were busy arranging the bowls and chopsticks. Song Ci took the bowl and quietly asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, what kind of girl does grandpa like? Tell me, and I will try to make a good impression on him."
Han Zhan said, "It's edible."
Song Ci was slightly taken aback, can I eat it
To what extent can you eat
Han Zhan picked up the bottle of red wine and asked Yan Jiang: "Brother Jiang, this is wine made by my grandfather himself, try it?"
"Okay." Han Zhan poured a glass for Yan Jiang, and another glass for Song Ci and himself. After pouring, he put down the wine bottle, obviously without Han Aoyu's share.
Han Aoyu coughed and tapped the empty glass in front of him with his fingers. Han Zhan glanced at Han Aoyu, and said mercilessly, "High blood pressure, why drink?"
Han Aoyu felt that Han Zhan didn't give him face, everyone at the table was drinking, if he didn't drink, he would lose face. "Come on, take a sip." Han Aoyu tried to bargain with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan snorted coldly, "Don't think about it."
Song Ci: It's the first time I meet my grandfather, I must eat till I get full!
(end of this chapter)