Si Niannian knew he was pretending and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, brother, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll treat you."
"Sure enough, you are really rich." Si Mu'en rubbed Si Niannian's head with his big hand and stroked his chin with the other hand, "I heard that the dynasty hired a new chef who is an expert in Sichuan cuisine. Sister, are you? I don’t know, the food in the army is too bland, but it’s a pity that it’s so difficult to reserve a seat at Dynasty, and the dishes are all limited edition.”
Si Niannian smiled, "Want to eat Sichuan food from Dynasty? What's the problem? Let's go."
She got directly into Si Muen's car, sat in the passenger seat, and then quietly changed the car's navigation route.
Si Muen realized something was wrong after driving for a while.
"Huh? My navigation... sister, why did you change the destination of my navigation to our home? Oh, you want to bring your grandparents with you? That's fine, our whole family hasn't had a reunion dinner for a long time."
Si Niannian snickered and didn't explain anything. He took out his phone and looked at the WeChat message signed "Brother Su".
The last message was still the same one from three days ago, 'Baby, wait for me to come back'.
Her eyes seemed to lose their luster for an instant.
It's been three days, but there's still no news about Brother Su, and even Uncle Zi Shu is missing.
Si Muen glanced at her, "Why are you suddenly unhappy? Did that boy Chen Su bully you?"
Si Niannian put away his phone and said, "Brother Su will not bully me."
"Oh, he's really protective. Then why doesn't he come to pick you up? Let you, a girl, go home alone at night."
"I'm not alone. Uncle Zhao went to pick up the car. I just didn't want to stand there and wait. It was so cold, so I took a few steps by myself."
Si Muen freed his hand and pinched Si Niannian's nose gently, "You know how to protect that kid."
In the Si family courtyard, Mrs. Si looked at her grandson whom she had not seen for several years, and tears flowed down involuntarily.
Even Si Xiyou, who had always been the calmest and most rational person, had a sore nose. When he sent his son away, he never thought that the separation would last so long.
"Grandpa, grandma, dad, third uncle, I'm back."
Si Muen stood straight and saluted with a military salute, and there were two more stars on the epaulettes of his military uniform.
Mr. Si stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "I have heard from Uncle Bu about your situation in the army. Now you are the captain of the Cheetah Commando Team, at the level of major general, and you have made many contributions. Yes, you are worthy of me." Descendants of the Si family, grandpa is proud of you."
Si Xiyou also stepped forward and took the initiative to hug Si Muen for the first time, "Son, well done."
At this moment, Si Muen felt that all the efforts he had made in the past five years were worth it. His blood and sweat were not in vain.
Si Xinghe's welcome method was the most special, "Good boy, after dinner, come and sign with me in the backyard to see how much you have improved in the past few years."
Si Muen smiled and walked into the house with his family. The moment he sat at the dining table, he was stunned.
"This is?"
The table is full of dishes, and the tableware is as exquisite as works of art. The most important thing is that the totems of the Dynasty Group are printed on them.
Every dish is well presented, and most of them are Sichuan dishes.
"Sister, what's going on?"
Si Niannian smiled and said, "Brother, don't you want to eat Sichuan food from Dynasty? Well, you can eat as much as you like."
"Um, did you know I was coming back today?" Si Muen thought for a while and thought it was impossible.
His vacation had just been approved, so no one else could know about it.
(End of chapter)