Chapter 672 Reality 11

"Uh-huh!"

Fu Anan nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

Whenever she returned home, it was a disaster for the chickens and ducks in the house.

No matter how delicious the food outside is, it can never compare to the taste of home. I feel a little happy when I think of having delicious food at home.

Her head shook involuntarily.

"Oh, so happy."

The little old lady on the phone looked at her lovingly, with a fallen front tooth revealed on her smiling face.

"Yeah."

Fu Anan nodded, and suddenly bumped into a long leg.

She was startled, looked up along the long legs, and then called out obediently, "Brother Fu."

"Who is it?"

The old man and the old woman on the other end of the phone saw something suddenly appear on the screen, it was all legs.

“No one…”

Fu Anan instinctively covered the screen.

Who knew his hand was faster, blocking Fu Anan's claws, and rushing directly into their chat interface, "Hello, Grandpa and Grandma."

"oops!"

Grandma's exclamation came from the phone.

Fu Anan thought her grandmother was frightened, but she screamed,

"Who is this guy? He's so handsome!"

"My name is Fu Yizhi."

Fu Yizhi answered in a gentle voice.

"Fu Yizhi?"

She confirmed it once, then quietly discussed it with the old man next to her, "The name is a bit weird, but it looks really nice!"

Little did I know that I could hear it clearly here.

"Hello, hello."

The old lady greeted him warmly, looking at the handsome man's cataract-like eyes, which were shining with gold, and said, "I..."

What about me?

Before he could finish what he was saying, the phone on the other side seemed to slip, and the video screen on the other side turned into a ceiling.

Fu Anan took advantage of this moment to mouth the question, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Fu Yizhi sat behind her and kicked a low stool for her. It was just the right height, so she could squat on the table without having to do a horse stance.

Then he touched the thick plaster with his finger.

"If you don't want the old man to know, why do you use your right hand to block the phone?"

That's it.

Fu Anan understood after hearing this.

She looked at Fu Yizhi with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Fu."

As she spoke, she rested her head on the table, waiting for the phone opposite to be put back down.

The person on the other end picked up the phone and there seemed to be a small problem.

Fu Anan looked at her grandfather wearing a pair of reading glasses, frowning and scrolling on his phone.

"What's going on? Why is there no one here?"

"Is it broken?" the old lady came over.

"It's possible." The old man nodded solemnly.

"This smartphone is so precious. Didn't Mr. Li at the entrance of the village buy a strawberry phone?

I have to cover it with a blanket when it sleeps at night, saying that it is afraid of catching a cold.

Like serving a master."

"Really?" The old lady didn't quite believe it.

"Of course!" the old man said affirmatively, defending his authority.

"You still have to coax it. If you treat it a little badly, it'll go on strike. Smart, smart. Can a mobile phone be called smart if it's not smart these days?"

"Is that so?" The old lady nodded. "Then let's be nicer to it and stop farting on it every day. You must have farted so often before and it must have been irritated."

Even with this twisted logic, the old lady was still confused.

Fu Anan listened to their conversation and found it very difficult to hold back her laughter.

"Master, let me tell you, you just need to turn on your phone..."

She was holding the phone and was about to teach him how to open the pop-up window on the video, but the person on the other end had already hung up.

The movement is fast and sudden.

Not even a goodbye.