Chapter 166: It's Not Just Versailles

It turns out that old ginger is still spicy.

Duanrao tried to return the card several times, but the old lady changed the subject every time.

Not to mention that the old lady later happened to find out that Fu Sili had a group of black fans cursing him under his account because he replaced someone as the male lead of the show. She immediately learned how to operate a mobile phone from Du Anrao, the only young man at the scene, and then rushed to confront those black fans for the sake of her eldest grandson, leaving Du Anrao confused.

When he got into the car on the way back, Duanrao realized belatedly that the card was still in his hand!

Du Desheng found it funny and patted Du Anrao's head in a soothing way: "It is said that gifts from elders cannot be refused. Since they have given it to you, you should take it. What grandpa said before was just a joke to you. This little thing is just a drop in the bucket for their family."

"I know you were joking, but I just feel unworthy of it."

"How can you be unworthy of it? What you said to them today is worth it. Especially that kid surnamed Fu, if he is really the grandson of Old Fu's family who is living outside, you are the real benefactor of their whole family, and they deserve to thank you in any way they can."

"I haven't even started yet, I'm not sure myself..."

Du Desheng just smiled and said nothing. His little girl was good in every way except that she was a little too modest.

Based on his understanding of the person in front of him, combined with everything that has happened recently, this is most likely true. This little girl in their family is a person with great luck. What seems like a coincidence to her, who knows if it is God's arrangement?

Although he was worried, since Du Desheng said so, Du Anrao didn't worry about it anymore. He packed up his things and went to see Grandma Qin happily.

Although the two elderly people had not held their wedding yet, they went to get their marriage certificate the next day after they returned and were considered a legal couple.

The place where Grandma Qin lives now is naturally Du Desheng’s old house, the well-known No. 9 Jingyu Street.

It was said that this house was originally the residence of a prince of a certain dynasty. Later, when the prince's lineage was extinct, the house was naturally reclaimed and given to the prime minister of a certain dynasty.

As times changed and dynasties came and went, the people living in the house changed one after another, but without exception, they were all dignitaries.

Therefore, although the house is a bit old, it has been well repaired and maintained.

Du Anrao and Du Yihan had just walked in when they were dazzled by the winding corridors and the winding stream. When they turned around and around and arrived at the backyard where Grandma Qin lived, they had completely forgotten the way they came.

Fortunately, Du Desheng was leading the way, otherwise they would have been trapped in this yard tonight.

Grandma Qin had received the news early, and guessed that Duanrao and the others would be back soon, so she went out and waited outside the yard.

Duanrao saw from afar that Grandma Qin was standing outside the yard wearing a black cheongsam and a fur-collared jacket. The chest and hem of the cheongsam were embroidered with bright red roses. Although the color and pattern were bright, they looked indescribably solemn and appropriate on the old lady.

"Grandma, I'm here. How have you been these past few days? Has your uncle taken good care of you? It's so cold, why are you waiting outside in the yard? Your hands are cold."

Du Anrao flew to Grandma Qin like a butterfly, and circled around her, looking her up and down.

It was discovered that in just a few days, the old lady's complexion had improved a lot, and she was no longer as haggard as before. It was obvious that the old man took good care of her.

"Okay, okay, everything is fine, grandma." Grandma Qin looked at Duanrao indulgently as he took off the gloves on his hands and put them on her hands. She asked with a smile, "How about you guys? Did you have a smooth journey? Did you encounter any problems? Your uncle said he would take you out for a delicious meal tonight. Do you like it? Did you eat enough?"

"I'm full. Grandma, look at my stomach. I'm so full. I heard that the restaurant my uncle took us to was opened by the descendants of the royal chef. If nothing else, the food was really delicious."

Du Anrao held Grandma Qin's hand and grinned, "Unfortunately, my uncle said that you can't eat greasy food since you are still taking medicine, so I only packed you a bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge as a midnight snack. It should still be warm in the thermos bucket, so you can eat it while it's hot. When you feel better later, I will take you there to eat something delicious."

Grandma Qin was stunned when she heard her say this: "You also packed me a midnight snack?"

"Isn't it? Our An'an is so thoughtful. When she came back, she was worried that you didn't get to eat those delicious foods, so she thought of packing some snacks for you. I heard that you were still taking medicine for recuperation recently, and it was late when you came back. I was afraid that snacks would be difficult to digest, so she simply asked someone to make porridge for you. Although it is only vegetable and lean meat porridge, it was made by the chef himself, and it smells a hundred times more fragrant than the ones we make ourselves."

"Cooked by the chef himself? But didn't they say that the restaurant doesn't allow take-out? How come..." Grandma Qin was touched but also a little surprised.

She was also present when the two elders of the Fu family came to see Du Desheng.

Considering the purpose of the two people's visit, Grandma Qin and her husband learned about the family's situation in detail and also heard about the unwritten rules of their restaurant.

This well-known old restaurant made an exception for Duanrao's bowl of vegetable porridge and even asked the chef to personally cook and pack the porridge for her. It can be seen that what they are going to do tonight should be...smooth?

As if he could see his wife's doubt, Du Desheng showed a smug look on his face: "Indeed, there is such a rule, but isn't there an exception to everything? Our An An made a great contribution to me, her cousin, tonight. She even got back the only VIP black card of Old Fu's family. In the future, when we are hungry, we can ask An An to take us to their restaurant. We don't even have to queue up!"

Du Desheng had just finished speaking when Granny Qin rolled her eyes at him helplessly: "You old man are really going backwards as you grow older. You want to take advantage of the younger generation. Don't you have any shame?"

Du Desheng was not ashamed, but proud: "What's wrong with taking advantage of her? We are all family. You don't know how hard it is to get a table at Old Fu's restaurant. No matter when you go, there are always a lot of people there. I don't know where these people get so much time, just to have a meal?"

"Now that we have An'an, it will be convenient for us to eat food from his house in the future." Du Desheng suddenly changed the subject, "But your grandma's words do make sense. Let me give you a card as well."

As Du Desheng spoke, he took out a card from somewhere. It was black like the one given by Madam Fu, and had the word "VIP" printed on it.

The difference is that this is obviously a bank card.

Duan Rao: “???”

[Is today a good day? Why are so many people rushing to give me cards? ]

Du Desheng: “…” What truth are you talking about?

Du Yihan: “…” What he said was really Versailles.

(End of this chapter)