This time I'm going back to Chaozhou.

Actually, there's nothing else, I just miss my sweet auntie.

So I went back to take a look.

Grandma was overjoyed to see the young couple return:

"Qianqian is still the most sensible one—"

Lu Yibei looked constipated. Why couldn't it be because he was sensible?

In front of Fang Lanyun, Lu Yibei was nothing more than a grandson. Before he could even open his mouth, his thoughts were already figured out by this experienced grandmother.

"Before I met Qianqian, you didn't come back this often!"

Lu Yibei: ...

It is reasonable, well-founded, and convincing.

"But why did you only come back on Sunday? You must have had the day off yesterday too, right?" Grandma asked with concern.

Ji Qingqian nodded obediently:

"Yes, but something came up yesterday."

"well."

Grandma didn't ask much about the young people's affairs. Even though half a year had passed, she still liked her granddaughter-in-law more and more. She smiled from ear to ear and said, "Why didn't you tell me before you came back? I could have bought groceries in advance."

As she said this, her reproachful eyes began to glance at her own grandson.

Lu Yibei: ...

No, milk.

You said before that it was your Qianqian who wanted to come back.

Why did I not tell you about coming back, but it turned out that I did something wrong?

—Shouldn't she be the one to notify you?

But if you're going to be a grandson, you have to be prepared to be one. Lu Yibei didn't say a word more.

A man should have a broad mind; even if his heart is pounding like thunder, his face should remain as calm as a still lake.

Stay calm!

"No need, anything will do," Ji Qingqian said.

"Good girl~" Grandma said with a smile, "Then Grandma will go to the supermarket at the bridgehead later to see what vegetables they sell. Just tell Grandma what you want to eat—if Grandma can't cook it, Yibei can cook it!"

What could Lu Yibei say? He could only stand guard and nod.

He glanced again at the grandfather standing guard beside him.

I never imagined that one day my position as the younger brother in the family would be reduced to the same level as my grandfather's...

But what can we do?

If his grandson likes his own female knight-errant so much, it's only natural that his grandmother would have the same aesthetic sense as him, right?

As she spoke, Grandma picked up a cloth bag and prepared to go to the supermarket.

—Because plastic bags cost an extra cent or two, Grandma always carried her own bags when she bought things.

Seeing his grandmother leave, Lu Yibei was about to say a few words to his girlfriend, but before he could even open his mouth...

"Qingqian."

Grandpa spoke first in a gentle tone. He also noticed his grandson who wanted to speak, and immediately scolded him with his eyes, "Go away! Who gave you the right to speak here!"

Lu Yibei: ...

He could only squat on the steps of the gate and watch a small dog, whose owner he didn't know, trot over from the roadside.

Lu Yibei suddenly had a desire to chat with his Uncle Ji.

Ji Qingqian obediently called out, "Grandpa."

"What happened yesterday?" Grandpa asked.

"I enrolled in driving school and went for practice yesterday," Ji Qingqian answered truthfully.

Grandpa exclaimed in understanding, "Ah... driving school... you have to take a test to get a driver's license... is it difficult?"

In front of the older generation, Ji Qingqian still dared not exaggerate, and could only say softly:

"The coach said I didn't park well on the side."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa clicked his tongue in astonishment:

"Tsk, what kind of driving school is that? Don't listen to those instructors' nonsense, all they do is yell at people—when I was learning to drive, they insisted I couldn't park and was a 'self-taught' person, but I still got my license in the end, didn't I?"

My grandfather was a car mechanic, and he had actually been driving for a long time, but he was a self-taught driver.

Later, as my legal awareness grew and I learned that I couldn't drive without a license, I stopped driving.

Later, thinking that having a certificate would be more convenient, I went to retake the exam for the certificate.

Lu Yibei still remembers how difficult it was for his grandfather to retake the test—being able to drive and being able to take the test are two different things, especially the second part of the test.

Grandpa failed two or three times before he finally got the certificate.

"That's all thanks to my dad giving you private lessons..." Lu Yibei slowly unearthed his grandfather's dark history.

Grandpa paused for a moment, then remained defiant:

"Doesn't that mean the driving school's instruction is worse than your dad's? The driving school even swears at people, but your dad doesn't."

“…”

Lu Yibei wanted to say, "Then my dad daring to curse you is really a bit reckless."

"It's a pity that Yibei's father isn't here, otherwise he could teach you."

Grandpa sighed and asked Lu Yibei, "Where is your dad standing now?"

“How would I know? If you want to know, just ask him yourself…” Lu Yibei said.

"Just asking..."

Grandpa was about to fart, but he held it back in front of his granddaughter-in-law.

"Asking your daughter is more reliable than asking me," Lu Yibei said casually.

Grandpa's daughter is naturally Lu Yibei's mother, Ms. Lu Chaoxi.

Ji Qingqian had heard from Abei before that his father had married into the family.

"By the way, has my mom come back recently?" Lu Yibei asked again.

…

…

P.S., I didn't mean to say that driving schools are bad, nor did I mean that all instructors have bad tempers.

My driving instructor was a very nice person.

He even offered me a cigarette—even though I don't smoke.

They even offered me water—so I really did drink some.

Therefore, when choosing a driving school, please make sure you choose one that is reputable.

——

(to be continued)

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