"This is my lover Song Ci. Song Ci, this is Uncle Lin." Han Zhan introduced Lin Chongan to Song Ci.
Song Ci was sweet-mouthed and quickly called out "Uncle Lin".
Lin Chong'an smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits, "You're so well-behaved. Come here, since it's our first meeting, uncle has prepared a red envelope for you, please accept it." Lin Chong'an took the initiative to take out a red envelope and handed it to Song Ci who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Song Ci didn't take it, but looked at Han Zhan. After Han Zhan nodded, Song Ci took the red envelope with both hands and thanked him politely.
"Uncle Lin spent a lot of money." Han Zhan said.
Lin Chong'an waved his hand and said with emotion: "I have been waiting for such a chance to spend money for many years." They are not afraid of giving red envelopes, but they are afraid that they cannot give them out.
Han Zhan then said, "I'll go see grandpa first, and then talk about Uncle Lin later."
"Okay, go ahead."
Han Zhan drove to the parking lot. Song Ci smiled at him while holding the red envelope: "Zhan Zhan?"
Han Zhan pretended to be deaf and couldn't hear anything.
Song Ci didn't open the red envelope, but stuffed it into her bag and followed Han Zhan into Han's house.
Han Aoyu was cooking, Zhong Buhui was helping him, and another subordinate was sorting the training equipment on the training grounds. Hearing Han Zhan and Song Ci talking, Han Aoyu turned off the stove, washed his hands, rubbed them on his apron, and then slowly walked out.
"Song girl, you are finally here! Come here quickly, I have steamed some cured sausages for you! I also made a duck hotpot, wait a minute, put it in the hotpot with the dried bamboo shoots!" Han Ao Yu held Song Ci's hand, anxious to show off his cooking to her, and ignored Han Zhan who was standing beside him.
Song Ci was pulled into the kitchen by Han Ao Yu.
Seeing Han Aoyu, who was over eighty years old and still busy in the kitchen, Song Ci felt very sorry for him. She took down her apron from the hook and wanted to help. "Grandpa, you should take a rest. I'll do it."
Han Aoyu quickly stopped her: "Go away, I've been cooking for his grandmother all my life, I'm used to it. You won't have the chance to cook here with me." Looking at Song Ci's white and clean hands, Han Aoyu said again: "Your hands are so delicate and white, you'll ruin them by cooking."
Song Ci looked helplessly at the tall figure outside the kitchen and said hurriedly, "Brother Han, why don't you come and help grandpa cook?"
Han Zhan had no choice but to come over.
Before he even got close to the counter, Han Aoyu snatched the apron from Song Ci's arms, stuffed it into Han Zhan's hands, and ordered him: "The pig's feet are ready, but they haven't been drizzled with the soup yet. Come on."
Han Zhan complained while putting on his apron: "Grandpa, don't be so obvious about the difference in treatment."
Han Aoyu opened the lid of the steamer, took out a few slices of sausage with chopsticks, and handed them to Song Ci's mouth, "Come, try this."
Song Ci quickly opened her mouth and bit down two slices of sausage. The aroma lingered in her mouth and was particularly delicious. "Delicious."
Han Aoyu chuckled and said, "I know you can eat a lot, so I made a lot specially for you. Feel free to eat as much as you want later. Don't be shy."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
To satisfy Han Aoyu, Song Ci had created a "good eater" persona for herself when they first met in Wangdong City. Thinking about having to eat a lot over the next few days, Song Ci couldn't help but feel a little worried.
She's going to gain weight!
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, and seeing her conflicted look, he smiled very unkindly.
The meal was soon ready. Han Aoyu was informal about the meal and called Zhong Buhui and two of his subordinates over. The other subordinate was Fang Shen, a man in his forties with dark skin and a burly build. He looked a little dull but had a fierce look in his eyes.
But when facing Song Ci, Fang Shen gave her a reserved smile, a smile that seemed somewhat honest. "Song girl, uncle also prepared a red envelope for you, here, take it." Song Ci was 22 years old, very young, and everyone present could call her girl.
Song Ci accepted the red envelope from Fang Shen and expressed his gratitude.
Then, Zhong Buhui also took out a red envelope and gave it to Song Ci.
Song Dynasty porcelain was also accepted.
Seeing that everyone gave Song Ci red envelopes, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He said to Song Ci: "Red envelopes are just vulgar things. Grandpa has prepared something good for you. After dinner, I will take you to see it!"
Song Ci expressed her curiosity, "What did Grandpa prepare for me?"
"Not revealing it now."
Song Ci said, "I have also prepared a gift for Grandpa. If you are willing to tell Song Ci about your surprise, I will give it to you right away."
"Quirky!" Han Aoyu's eyes rolled, and he finally couldn't resist the temptation of receiving a gift, and said his surprise: "I have collected some calligraphy and paintings, and some jewelry relics left by Han Zhan's grandmother and his mother. I give them all to you..."
Song Ci couldn't imagine how valuable the gift was.
She felt embarrassed when she took the sweater out of the suitcase. Song Ci put the gift box on the chair, opened it, took out the gray-blue sweater inside, and handed it to Han Aoyu.
"I knitted a sweater for my grandfather. This is my first time knitting a sweater, so I'm not very skilled and the details may not be handled well." Song Ci said this modestly, because the sweater was to be given to Han Ao Yu. Song Ci processed every thread, and this sweater was no worse than those bought on the market.
Han Aoyu took the sweater, fondled it for a moment, and then said with emotion, "I like this gift very much. Song girl, if your grandmother were still alive, she would definitely like you very much."
Han Aoyu looked up at the portrait of his grandmother hanging on the wall of the hall and said sadly, "Duanfang loved knitting sweaters. Every winter, she would knit a few for me and Zhanzhan. The winter Duanfang passed away, she sat in front of the fireplace and knitted sweaters every day. She was afraid that after she passed away, there would be no one to knit sweaters for us..."
Tears welled up in Han Ao Yu's eyes, and he choked up, "It's okay now. Someone will continue to love Zhan Zhan." The old man, who had lived a tough life, was easily moved by the scenery when he was old. When he talked about the past, he couldn't help but get emotional and his eyes turned red.
Song Ci looked at Han Aoyu helplessly, not knowing what to say to comfort him.
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and whispered in her ear: "Grandpa is missing grandma again." Tomorrow is grandma's death anniversary, and Han Ao Yu couldn't help feeling sad.
Han Zhan glanced at Zhong Buhui. Zhong Buhui received the hint from Han Zhan's eyes and hurriedly said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, it's time to eat. Zhan Zhan and Song girl came all the way back and are still hungry!"
Han Ao Yu came back to his senses, quickly put away his sweater, and signaled everyone to eat.
Song Ci didn't dare to break her character. To show her love for Han Aoyu's cooking, she ate two and a half bowls of rice. Half of the sausages on the plate went into Song Ci's stomach. Seeing this, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He felt that girls who could eat were blessed.
After dinner, Song Ci distributed the small gifts prepared for Zhong Buhui and Lin Chong'an, and then pulled the suitcase back to their room with Han Zhan. Han Zhan's room was on the third floor and also had a large floor-to-ceiling window.
This room is more of a small suite than a bedroom. It features a master bedroom, a small living room, and a simple kitchenette complete with a refrigerator, TV, and wine cabinet. The master bedroom's design is striking, with a single, hollowed-out wooden screen separating the bathroom from the master bed.
Song Ci lay on the light grey sheets, looking at the shady green trees outside the window, and sighed: "Brother Han, when we get old, let's come back here to retire."
Han Zhan was pleased with the idea of ​​retirement and said, "Okay, as long as you like it."
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