Luo Wenyuan knew that Qingshan and a few other old men like Chu Shanyang were going to do the medicinal wine business. Qingshan was a technical consultant, so some work was indeed difficult to refuse.

Luo Wenyuan sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll drive you home, it's settled, protests are invalid!"

"Uh... okay!"

Silver Ear was so large that if she were to take it home in the space, the sudden appearance of a large wolfhound would be too suspicious. Qingshan had originally planned to borrow a car from Qilin and drive it back herself, but Luo Wenyuan had gotten there first. Well, a ten-hour drive wasn't easy, and having someone else drive her saved her the trouble.

The two of them huddled together and talked for a while. Luo Zhentian in the north wing also woke up. He walked back and forth at the door of the east wing with his hands behind his back, deliberately making his steps heavy and coughing constantly.

Luo Wenyuan smiled, knowing that his grandfather was afraid that he would make the mistakes that men often make, so he was scolding him! Luo Wenyuan lowered his head and whispered a few words in Qingshan's ear, causing Qingshan's cheeks to blush. He reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist and ribs, and the two of them laughed and joked again.

Luo Zhentian heard a burst of laughter coming from the house and was unsure: What are these two children doing in there? Could Wen Yuan be so weak? Qingshan is still young. If something happens, how will he explain it to his in-laws? Wen Yuan, that bastard, if that happens, I will break his legs!

“Hmmmm! Ahem!”

Luo Zhentian coughed so hard that it shook the earth and made the ghosts weep that he finally managed to open the door. Luo Wenyuan looked at him with a joking expression:

"Grandpa, your throat is uncomfortable? Let Qingshan take a look at you?"

Qingshan poked his head out from behind Luo Wenyuan with a smile.

"Grandpa, I have some throat lozenges here. You've been coughing for a long time, and your throat must be sore. Take one to moisten your throat!"

After saying that, Qingshan handed the throat lozenges she made to Luo Zhentian, smiling with her eyes curved.

Seeing that the two were dressed neatly, Luo Zhentian realized that he was overthinking and felt a little embarrassed.

"Ah, well, as we age, our throats get itchy easily, and we can't stop coughing. Hehe! What kind of candy is this, Qingshan? Grandpa, try it!"

Luo Zhentian picked up the dark brown throat lozenge and put it in his mouth. He smacked it a few times, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hmm! Hmm! Great!"

This throat candy is made from a concoction of licorice, honeysuckle, dendrobium, and coral, blended with pistachio syrup, lotus root starch, and fruit juice. It's soothing, thirst-quenching, and has a chewy, soft, and sweet texture without sticking to the teeth. Luo Zhentian finished one, feeling a bit unsatisfied and wanting another, but couldn't bring himself to do so. He kept giggling at Qingshan.

Qingshan took out a small gourd as high as a palm from his pocket and handed it to Luo Zhentian: "Grandpa, here are fifty of them. Eat them first. I'll make more for you next time, and there are other flavors!"

Luo Zhentian took the gourd, put it in his arms, and smiled so much that his forehead wrinkles disappeared.

"Qingshan, you are really clever and skillful! Tsk tsk, Wenyuan will be in for a treat in the future!"

Qingshan smiled and looked up at Luo Wenyuan, a gleam in his peach-shaped eyes. Luo Wenyuan felt a chill on the back of his neck and quickly expressed his opinion, silently mouthing "I'll cook." Qingshan nodded in satisfaction and lowered his eyes to hide his smile.

Luo Zhentian was so focused on the lozenges that he didn't notice the two interacting. He was smug inside: Look at how virtuous my grandson's wife is! She's so hard to find! What's the point of that old guy Zhou Dabao having so many grandchildren? Is he lucky to have my Wen Yuan? Tsk!

The three of them returned to the north wing. Luo Wenyuan played a few games of chess with his grandfather, and Qingshan took out the book "The Legend of the Green Dragon Goddess" from the space and finished reading the rest.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for dinner again. Luo Zhentian had high blood pressure and high blood lipids, so his health doctor prescribed a low-salt and low-fat diet for him. Therefore, the meals Luo Zhentian ate were low in oil and salt.

Although it is a healthy diet, to put it bluntly, it is tasteless and difficult to swallow. Eating it every day is simply torture. This may be the reason why Luo Zhentian likes to drink a few sips of wine.