After going out, although Mian'ao didn't get any delicious food, he got a lot of snacks and was still very satisfied.

Jump and skip happily back home.

Outside the community, I met an old man.

The old man smiled very lovingly: "Hello, Miss Mian'ao, I am the housekeeper beside Mr. Si. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Feng."

Seeing the bewildered look on Mian'ao's face, Feng Bo explained, "Mr. Si is Young Master Siming's grandfather."

Mian'ao understands, Grandpa Siming.

Uncle Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw that all her thoughts were written on her face.

"Old Si has learned that there is an interesting junior by the side of Young Master Siming. He is very curious and wants to meet him. I wonder if Miss Mian'ao is available?"

Mr. Si’s original words were: “Let that stinky girl who failed the exam come to see me.”

Uncle Feng smiled harmlessly. He was the butler, and he couldn't be like the master, with no emotional intelligence. How could he say such unreasonable words?

Moreover, as the butler of the head of the family, he always acts carefully and will not be found to have made mistakes.

In order to bring the person back safely, he investigated Mian'ao's interests and hobbies in detail before coming.

Look at the little girl with her eyes wide open, looking like she's saying, "I don't understand what you're saying."

He added tactfully, "Mr. Si specially asked the family chef to prepare a number of his signature dishes. I hope Miss Cotton Jacket will like them."

The dazed little girl suddenly perked up: "It's convenient, I like it, let's go."

Uncle Feng had an enigmatic look on his face and gestured for Mian'ao to get in the car.

The old house of the Si family is a manor, built with a Chinese-style garden that is several times larger than the Meng family manor.

After entering the manor, the car drove for five minutes.

Uncle Feng led Mian'ao to the artificial lake in the back garden, where Mr. Si was fishing.

As soon as they entered the manor, someone informed the old man.

When the two men came over, the old man saw them and ignored them.

Uncle Feng said, "Master, Miss Cotton Jacket is here."

Mr. Si is a bald old man who is not very tall and looks white and fat.

He is in his eighties, but looks to be in his sixties and is very healthy.

Just looking at him, he looks like a good-tempered grandfather next door.

But the head of the family cannot be without temper.

Especially after knowing that the cotton-padded jacket was labeled as Mian family, he got a zero on the test and got so angry that he scolded everyone in the Mian family.

Well, the old man was also partial, and his favorite grandson was not scolded.

Now that he saw the culprit, the old man was very upset.

He ignored it proudly and continued fishing.

Uncle Feng knew the old man's temper very well, so he smiled and said nothing more, standing respectfully aside.

The cotton-padded jacket looked left and right, and saw the pastries in the old man's hand.

It looks really delicious.

The little mouth smacked and moved forward little by little.

The little boy kept looking at the old man: "Can I eat it?"

The old man snorted, "No."

"Oh," the cotton-padded jacket moved away again in disappointment.

Soon he moved closer: "Where is Grandpa Siming? He said he would give me something delicious."

The old man glared at Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng looked at his nose, indicating that he knew nothing.

Mr. Si chuckled: "You've been deceived. Grandpa Siming will not give anyone who roasts duck eggs good food."

Cotton-padded jacket's eyes sparkled, and he said happily, "Then give it to me."

Mr. Si was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and laughed: "You just didn't get an A on the test, didn't you? You little bastard, you still dare to lie."

The man with the cotton jacket widened his eyes and stiffened his neck to retort, "I didn't get a zero in the exam."

Old Master Si was furious. He pointed at his cotton-padded jacket with trembling hands and turned to Uncle Feng and said, "Look, look, a little brat like you dare to lie with your eyes open. Do you really think it's easy to deceive an old man?"

He turned around and said to the cotton-padded jacket, "You didn't get an empty score on the test, so where did that glaring zero on the test paper come from?"

"Don't try to quibble. I've had your test papers retrieved."

Although it was annoying to get a zero in the exam, the old man felt that this girl had some good points.

That means having a correct attitude.

Her scribbles were all over the test paper.

I couldn’t see anything on the entire test paper except that bright red zero, not even the questions.

So, the old man thought that the little girl was filling in the test paper seriously and did not give up and hand in a blank paper.

I'm afraid only an old man who loves his grandson and his family can come up with such a poor excuse for his grandson's young wife.

Mian'ao thought of Lingdan and the angry Siming, and felt a little guilty.

But… “I didn’t get a zero on the test. I got zero.”

The old man was so angry that he threw away his fishing rod: "Nonsense, sophistry, flattery, and word-playing. You are so young and have not learned your lesson. There is not a single truth in your mouth."

"Old Feng, go and find Siming for me. Let him take a good look at this little bastard."

Uncle Feng smiled and said, "If the old man missed his grandson, he should just say it directly. There is no need to go through so much trouble."

"Master, the Third Young Master is not in Jinghai City and won't be back for a while."

Mr. Si was so angry that he turned around and left.

The cotton-padded jacket followed up: "When are we going to eat something delicious?"

Mr. Si was so angry that he walked faster.

Cotton-padded jacket followed easily and ordered some dishes.

In the distance, Mr. Si's roar was heard.

Uncle Feng walked behind with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

The old man in his family, who is always arrogant in front of the younger generation, is rarely so down-to-earth.

At the dinner table, Mr. Si was so angry that he drank an extra bowl of rice.

The rest of the food on the table went into the cotton-padded jacket's stomach.

Mr. Si glared at her: "Are you a pig? How can you eat so much?"

The cotton-padded jacket grinned and said, "It's delicious."

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