"Ming...Mingcheng, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Zhuang's father's lips twitched slightly.

Seeing his son kneeling down, his eyes immediately reddened.

He quickly stepped forward and helped Zhuang Mingcheng up.

"Dad, I've brought Dandan and Qingqing to see you."

Lu Fangfang pulled her son and daughter to the front door and quickly said, "Dandan, Qingqing, call him Grandpa."

The two children were timid.

They were somewhat afraid of the one-armed old man.

However, they had both heard their mother talk about their grandfather and knew that he was a hero, so they both exclaimed.

"grandfather,"

"grandfather."

"Good, good, good, my good grandson and granddaughter."

Mr. Zhuang was very excited. He quickly went to Qingqing and Dandan and hugged the two children.

Feeling the warmth of blood ties, the old man couldn't help but wipe the corner of his eye.

"Mingcheng, you're finally back! I've missed you so much!"

Another woman walked out of the courtyard.

Mrs. Zhuang ran over, wiping away her tears, and hugged her son, bursting into tears.

"Mingcheng, you have no idea how I've been these past two years. I've suffered so much, boohoo, you heartless bastard, you didn't even send me a letter..."

Lu Fangfang took a few steps back and looked Zhuang's mother up and down.

Compared to two and a half years ago, Mrs. Zhuang has lost a lot of weight and has become much stronger.

However, that affected air of "acting off" was still there.

"mom."

Zhuang Mingcheng called out once, then fell silent again.

Zhuang's mother looked up at her son and became even more heartbroken.

Turning her head, she saw the old man embracing two children and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, these must be Dandan and Qingqing! They're so cute! Jianxun, look how much they resemble Mingcheng..."

Beside her, Lu Fangfang's lips twitched, as if she wanted to laugh.

The praise from Zhuang's mother sounded incredibly fake.

However, her good attitude still surprised Lu Fangfang, who wondered what kind of tricks Zhuang's mother was up to.

"Fangfang, you've raised my grandson and granddaughter so well. They're so chubby and healthy, they really look like they're from a wealthy family."

Lu Fangfang forced a smile, called out "Mom," and then fell silent.

She really didn't have a good impression of Zhuang's mother.

If it weren't for the old man and Mingcheng, she really wouldn't want to talk to this person.

"Alright, alright, it's cold outside. Come inside. You've been on the train for several days. Eat and rest."

The father led his two children and called to the others as they walked into the house.

Lu Fangfang followed behind curiously, constantly looking around the yard.

Upon entering the courtyard house, you are greeted by a screen wall with the character "福" (fortune/blessing), followed by a long east-west passageway.

After walking a few steps, Zhuang's father arrived at a moon gate. He turned around and said, "Fangfang, you and Mingcheng will stay in the east wing tonight. This is where Mingcheng has lived since he was a child, and everything inside has been prepared."

"Thank you, Dad."

Lu Fangfang responded and then glanced into the moon gate.

Inside is a small courtyard with a large pomegranate tree. The north-facing house appears to have three rooms, as well as east and west wing rooms, enough for Dandan and Qingqing to live in when they grow up.

She fell in love with the exquisite courtyard house at first sight.

She wants to buy a courtyard house like this when she has the chance in the future.

Zhuang's father led the group eastward, and after passing through the moon gate, they entered a larger courtyard.

This courtyard has a north-facing main room, east and west wing rooms, and a south-facing room; it's a standard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), and it looks quite large.

In the courtyard, there is a large tree as thick as a water bucket.

Lu Fangfang glanced at it curiously, then whispered to her husband, "Mingcheng, what kind of tree is this?"

"Chinese toon tree".

"Toona sinensis?"

Lu Fangfang was extremely surprised.

This Chinese toon tree is so thick, how many years must it have grown?

"Yes, this is a Chinese toon tree, it's a hundred years old. Every spring it sprouts a lot of Chinese toon buds, but I can't eat them all, so I give them all to my neighbors..."

The father led the two children and showed them around the courtyard.

Egg and Green looked up at them curiously.

Everything at their grandfather's house was different from what they had experienced in Qilian, which broadened their horizons.

It was the dead of winter, and it was quite cold outside. After talking for a while, Zhuang's father led the people into the north room.

"Fangfang, Mingcheng, please sit down and help yourselves with some water."

The father was busy taking care of his grandson and granddaughter and didn't have time to look after the two boys.

As soon as Lu Fangfang entered the room, she looked around curiously.

In the center of the room was a square table, and against the north wall were a pair of official hat chairs.

She looked at the old furniture from left to right and felt that it was made of good wood, just like the furniture in TV shows from later generations. It might even be an antique.

Thinking that antiques from this era shouldn't be expensive, she planned to find an opportunity that evening to ask her husband.

"Wife, please have a seat."

Zhuang Mingcheng asked his wife to sit down, and then skillfully poured hot water.

I've been away from home for six or seven years, but the layout of the house hasn't changed at all.

"Hey, Mingcheng, why did you bring the chicken in? Throw it out right now."

Mrs. Zhuang looked at the pile of things on the ground with disdain.

"Dad, this is a snow chicken raised by Fangfang. It tastes very delicious and is also a medicinal dish. We brought it back especially to show our respect to you. We'll cook it for you to try later, and I'll also enjoy the taste of your cooking."

Zhuang Mingcheng ignored his mother.

He picked up the snow chicken and showed it to his father.

There are only about twenty snow chickens in the family, and his wife is reluctant to eat them. If he hadn't come home this time, he wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy them.

When Zhuangzi's father turned around, he was quite surprised.

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