While the old man was talking, he did not forget to look at Su Qianci. Seeing her slightly surprised face, he immediately added fuel to the fire and said, "I don't know what's wrong with you. I thought it was your idea, but it wasn't?"
Su Qianci shook her head, the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.
It turns out that he still remembered... She thought that he just mentioned it casually and would forget it later.
I didn't expect that I would remember it for so long.
The curve of her lips was getting wider and wider. She accidentally caught a glimpse of her grandfather's playful eyes. Su Qianci blushed, lowered her head, quickly finished the breakfast in front of her, and set off for school.
After a day's classes ended, Su Qianci picked up her cell phone and found two missed calls.
The note is: Mr. Song.
I picked up the phone and called back. The other end answered quickly and Song Yifan's voice came over: "Qian Ci, are you free tonight?"
"Yes, has Dad returned home?"
This was not the first time Song Yifan called Su Qianci, nor was it the first time he heard the word "Dad", but every time he heard it, his heart couldn't help but jump for joy and he was in a good mood.
Song Yifan smiled and said, "Well, I'm back home today. Your uncle Sheng is going to have hot pot at home. He wants you to bring your husband along. If you're free, come along." Su Qianci was a little puzzled and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Grandpa has been staying at our house for a while recently. We have to eat with him at home."
"Is that so? What a pity." Song Yifan's voice was filled with regret. "Your Uncle Sheng bought a lot of food ingredients. Now it seems that they are destined to be wasted."
"Why don't you and Uncle Sheng come to our house? The weather is cold now, so it's perfect for hot pot. I'll talk to Rong's mother and ask her not to cook."
"Okay, then I'll call Ximing."
A consensus agreement was reached and the matter was quickly resolved.
The old man had a very good impression of Song Yifan and Sheng Ximing. Sitting in the living room, the few of them were chatting happily.
Li Sicheng is a man of few words. He would only say a few words when he heard something important, and the rest of the time he would listen attentively.
Su Qianci and Rong's mother were busy in the kitchen for more than half an hour before they prepared all the ingredients. The aroma of the soup base wafted far away.
"It's ready to eat!" Su Qianci shouted, her mouth watering at the aroma.
Rong's mother prepared bowls and chopsticks for everyone and quickly asked them to take their seats. At the old man's strong request, they sat down reluctantly.
Su Qianci ate the ingredients one by one, picked up some for herself and ate with great relish. When she was almost done, a big hand picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce in front of her, and put it into her bowl.
Su Qianci was a little flattered. She looked up and saw Li Sicheng's calm face.
It was as if the person who just picked up the meat for her was not him.
Don't hesitate, just stuff the meat into your mouth.
But when someone saw that she had finished eating, he reached out and picked up a vegetable for her, and then picked up meatballs, seafood, meat and all kinds of other things.
Su Qianci tried to eat as fast as possible, but still couldn't keep up with the speed at which he picked up the food.
Seeing his bowl piled high, he said with a bitter face: "Don't take any more, I can't finish it!"
"It's okay," Li Sicheng calmly put down the last piece of meat, "I'll eat it if you can't finish it."
Seeing this, Mr. Li sighed and said, "I'm old now, and no one picks food for me. It hurts my heart!"
Second update. However, I have been ranked ninth on the recommendation list for two days and I still cannot beat the one in front of me. My heart aches!
Hahaha, it’s almost ten thousand, I need to keep adding more. Good night!
(End of this chapter)