Su Wanyu and Song Jihuai got into the car at the same time, but each of them had a separate car, one going to the company and the other going to the Song family's old house.
More than an hour later.
Su Wanyu arrived at the Song family's old house.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard the old man's voice, "Quickly ask where Wanyu is."
Su Wanyu walked in with a smile, and her soft voice sounded, "Grandpa, I'm here."
Old Master Song and Butler Xia looked over immediately. Butler Xia smiled and said, "Young Madam is here. Old Master has been talking about you several times this morning."
Su Wanyu walked over with a smile.
Mr. Song was very thoughtful and prepared potato chips, ice cream, and milk tea cakes on the coffee table.
Su Wanyu was stunned when she saw this.
Old Master Song was a little embarrassed and was about to explain, "This was all prepared by Old Xia..."
But before he could finish his words, Su Wanyu said in a cheerful tone, "Thank you, Grandpa!"
Mr. Song swallowed back his unfinished words and said with a smile, "As long as you like it."
Su Wanyu didn't know Mr. Song very well, but Butler Xia knew him very well, so he couldn't help but smile, and then said, "These are all the foods that you, Madam, like to eat."
Su Wanyu nodded and smiled again, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandpa Xia."
Both of them were happy.
Su Wanyu has been spoiled since she was a child. Although she rarely sees her father, she is very close to her mother and grandmother.
She has been able to please her elders since she was young, so with her by his side, Mr. Song was full of laughter and joy all day long.
Butler Xia couldn't help but say, "Oh, I'm going to get a lot of wrinkles today."
Su Wanyu immediately said, "Grandpa Xia, they say a smile makes you look ten years younger."
Old Master Song laughed again, "You're the only one who can say it!"
Before I knew it, it was already four o'clock.
Su Wanyu felt that Mr. Song was really good to her, and she had to reciprocate, otherwise she would feel uneasy.
She looked at Mr. Song seriously and said, "Grandpa, why don't I cook tonight?"
The relatively simple-minded Mr. Song looked at Su Wanyu in surprise, "Wanyu can cook?"
Su Wanyu snorted softly, raising her chin proudly, "Grandpa, please don't underestimate me."
Old Master Song was very surprised when he saw Su Wanyu's confident look. The pampered girl of the Su family actually had a talent for cooking.
He immediately said, "Then let's wait for a feast tonight."
Su Wanyu patted her chest and immediately issued a military order, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will keep it to your satisfaction."
Song Jihuai just entered the living room and saw only the old man and Butler Xia. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Where is Wanwan?"
Old Master Song glanced at the kitchen, his face full of smiles. When he spoke to Song Jihuai, he even boasted and said, "The kitchen said they would make me a big meal."
The smile on Song Jihuai's face froze.
After a pause, he said, "Grandpa, are you sure?"
Old Master Song raised his eyes and looked at Song Jihuai, "Wanyu said so."
At this moment, Su Wanyu's voice came from the kitchen, "It's time to eat."
Song Jihuai: "..."
Well, there's no hope.
Old Master Song was immersed in joy and didn't notice the expression on Song Jihuai's face. He stood up and strode to the dining table, "Let me, an old man, come and see Wanyu's..." craftsmanship.
The last two words were stuck when I saw the table full of dishes.
I really can't say.
Song Jihuai knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it, and he immediately strode over.
As expected, it was exactly the same as last time, a bunch of black things, and it was impossible to tell what they were.
Mr. Song paused and said, "You ate a bit too many potato chips just now. Ji Huai, you eat first."
Song Jihuai: ???
Is there anyone who would betray his grandson like this?
But Su Wanyu nodded in agreement when she heard what Mr. Song said, then looked at Song Jihuai and said, "Husband, then you try it first."
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai with sparkling eyes, making it impossible for him to refuse.
Song Jihuai could only bite the bullet and said, "Okay."
He sat down and picked up the chopsticks with difficulty, but after lifting them up, he was completely confused and had no idea where to start.
He paused for a bit longer, and Su Wanyu urged him, "Husband, please eat. Don't be polite."
Old Master Song couldn't help but want to laugh at the joke, so he also said, "Yes, yes, eat quickly, don't be polite."
Song Jihuai: "..." He really wasn't being polite.
He couldn't help but glance at Su Wanyu. Was his little girl so... clueless about her own craftsmanship?
But Su Wanyu completely misunderstood what he meant and looked at Song Jihuai with some confusion, "Do you need me to pick up some food for you, husband?"
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of black stuff and put it in Song Jihuai's bowl. "My dear, try this cola chicken wings I made."
Cola chicken wings?
Song Jihuai raised his eyebrows and looked at the piece in the bowl. Was he sure it wasn't charcoal-grilled chicken wings?
At this moment, Mr. Song said, "Eat quickly. Wanyu has personally picked up some food for you."
Song Jihuai picked up the chicken wings with difficulty.
But I don’t know what happened, the chopsticks were not very obedient, and when the chicken wing was picked up mid-air, it slipped off the chopsticks and fell onto the table.
Su Wanyu raised her eyes to look at Song Jihuai, her eyes concerned, "Husband, are you okay?"
Song Jihuai paused and said, "It's okay." It's just that I was a little soft.
Su Wanyu thought about it, picked up a piece of chicken wing for Song Jihuai, put it to his mouth, and looked at him with her big eyes blinking.
Song Jihuai paused and bit it.
This taste...
Song Jihuai took a bite with difficulty, feeling a little relieved in his heart.
This time is an improvement over last time.
At least, it's cooked inside and out.
"Is it tasty?"
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai expectantly.
Song Jihuai paused, picked up the water cup and took a sip, "Delicious."
Then he added, "I ate too much at lunch today, so I'm not very hungry."
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai with some suspicion, "But didn't my husband eat up all the food I cooked last time?"
Old Master Song and Butler Xia immediately looked at Song Jihuai with admiration. He ate it all like this?
A real man.
Song Jihuai hummed and said to the servant beside him, "Pack it up and I'll take it home to eat later."
Su Wanyu was satisfied and smiled at Song Jihuai, "That's not necessary, husband. If you like, I can do it for you often after we go back."
“No need!”
Song Jihuai was a little surprised at how quickly he refused.
Then he smiled and said softly, "Wanwan, promise me that we won't go into the kitchen anymore, okay?"
Afraid that Su Wanyu would ask again, Song Jihuai immediately said, "I feel sorry for you."
Su Wanyu blinked, "But I think it's okay. Seeing my husband eat it all, I'm very happy."
Song Jihuai: "..."
He's not happy, really.
He almost died last time.
When Old Master Song heard this, he couldn't help but complain to Butler Xia in a low voice, "Wanyu, this isn't a meal you cook for your family. It's clearly a meal you cook for your enemies."
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