When Song Yuli led Nan Luotong by the hand into the living room, they found that Nan Yizhong had already gotten up.

Seeing this, Song Yuli felt somewhat embarrassed: "Grandpa."

Nan Yizhong looked at her with a smile, his face full of kindness: "Ali is awake. Did you sleep well here last night?"

Song Yuli nodded: "Very good."

Song Yuli wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that there was a fragrance in the room where she and Nangong Yu were resting that could promote sleep.

Nan Yizhong nodded, then turned his gaze to Nan Luotong: "So you ran into your aunt's room. Xiaoping has been looking for you for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Nan Luotong shrank back behind Song Yuli in fear and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Nan Yizhong was somewhat surprised to see Nan Luotong being so close to Song Yuli.

Tongtong was born without a mother, which led to her being particularly insecure. At home, she was only close to Qi Peihua, and she wouldn't even let her biological father, Nan Linxiao, hug her.

But now, she's actually getting so close to Song Yu, whom she just met yesterday.

"Master, breakfast for the Third Young Mistress and Miss Tongtong is ready. We can eat now."

He Chun, with a polite smile, stood to the side and spoke respectfully.

Nan Yizhong nodded and, quite unusually, joked with Song Yuli: "Go eat, don't starve yourself, or Ayu will fight me when he gets back."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli couldn't help but smile and say, "No way, in Ayu's heart, Grandpa is the most important person."

Although he knew Song Yuli was just saying it, Nan Yizhong was still very happy.

He stood up from the sofa, using his cane for support.

"Alright, you guys go eat. I'm going to play a few games of chess with Old Man Shen next door."

Song Yuli instinctively reached out to help him, but he dodged her.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to eat?"

Nan Yizhong waved his hand: "I've already eaten, you guys go ahead."

Only after Nan Yizhong walked out the door did Song Yuli take Nan Luotong's little hand and walk into the restaurant.

"Tongtong, can you feed yourself?"

Song Yuli asked.

Nan Luotong nodded, then took a spoon and scooped up a full spoonful of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, stuffing it into her mouth.

Looking at Nan Luotong's chubby cheeks, Song Yuli couldn't help but smile.

She reached out and touched Nan Luotong's soft hair: "Tongtong is so great!"

...

After breakfast, the maid who was in charge of taking care of Nan Luotong led Song Yuli and Nan Luotong on a tour of the Nan family's old house.

The old Nan family house occupies a large area. In front of the house is a large fountain, and in front of the fountain is a large iron gate covered with ivy.

Unlike the front, the backyard of the old house is a large garden filled with all kinds of flowers, with a two-meter-wide stream in the middle and several pavilions full of ancient charm around it.

"I heard that the late lady especially loved these flowers and plants, so the master specially ordered people to cultivate this garden, and the flowers planted here are the ones that the late lady liked the most."

Xiaoping introduced Song Yuli.

Song Yu nodded, feeling a little envious of Nangong Yu's grandmother, and also somewhat curious about her.

What kind of woman could win the heart of such a stern grandfather for a lifetime?

"Auntie, is it pretty?"

Tongtong's childish voice pulled Song Yuli back to reality.