Porcelain treasure!
What a petty name!
Song Ci's heart was hit again.
Blushing, she went to the kitchen and took out a vegetable basket and a fruit basket. Han Aoyu was somewhat surprised to hear the special name his grandson gave Song Ci. He never thought that this taciturn person could have such a romantic side.
The old man not only brought grapes, but also lotus pods and plums, all of which he grew himself.
Song Ci's parents are orphans, and they have no relatives at home. Although Song Ci and Song Fei have no lack of love, they have never enjoyed the care from their grandparents, and they envy Han Zhan a little.
Song Ci washed the fruit and placed it on the coffee table. "Brother, please sit with grandpa. I'll go cook." Since it was Grandpa Han's first visit, Song Ci was embarrassed to ask Han Zhan to cook with her.
Han Zhan was very careful. He picked a few grapes from the fruit basket and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, I'm going to help Song Ci cook."
Han Aoyu waved his hand nonchalantly: "Go ahead."
Han Zhan walked into the kitchen and put a large, ripe grape into Song Ci's mouth. Song Ci took it in her mouth. "So sweet."
Han Zhan stared at her lips stained with grape juice, his gaze growing darker as he thought of something else. "Yeah, it's quite sweet."
With the old man's arrival, Song Ci thought they should add a few more dishes, but Han Zhan said there was no need for extravagance and that moderation was enough. "My grandfather hates extravagance the most. Just enough is enough."
After hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci felt that he was more thoughtful and followed the original menu plan. Han Zhan saw that Song Ci had cut all the vegetables and fried three dishes. He put on his apron and said to Song Ci, "I'll fry the rest of the dishes. Please help me tie the rope."
"good."
Song Ci stood behind Han Zhan, tying the strings of his apron. Suddenly, she heard Han Zhan ask, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Song Ci was startled and quickly turned back to look in the living room. She saw that the old man was talking to Yan Jiang and hadn't noticed them. She felt relieved. "Better." Song Ci spoke very softly, afraid of being heard.
"Um."
Han Zhan turned on the fire, picked up the spatula, and said, "You go and have a rest. I'll cook the rest of the dishes."
Song Ci stood next to him, very obedient. "I prefer watching you cook. Brother Han looks so pretty when he cooks." Song Ci was the best at flattering.
How could Han Zhan not know what Song Ci was afraid of? He gave Song Ci a helpless smile and told her: "My grandpa is not scary."
"It was quite scary to me, especially when he opened the door and saw Yan Jiang and I alone together, that look in his eyes..." Song Ci stuck out her tongue and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately you came back, otherwise..."
Han Zhan found it funny.
He held the spatula in his left hand and touched Song Ci's head with his gloved right hand. "Then stay here."
"Um."
"By the way, the durian is in the bag. Please keep it away. My grandpa gets dizzy when he smells durian." Han Aoyu, like Han Zhan, is a person who particularly hates durian.
Hearing this, Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, and seeing that he looked normal, she suddenly laughed. "Doesn't Brother Han hate durian too?" She tiptoed and kissed Han Zhan's cheek, then peeked at her grandfather and the others. Seeing that they hadn't been discovered, Song Ci said to Han Zhan, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll buy it myself next time."
“It’s not hard.”
Han Zhan turned on the fire and cooked seriously, while Song Ci helped him.
Smelling the garlic aroma, Han Aoyu, who was talking to Yan Jiang, suddenly stopped talking and looked back towards the kitchen. Seeing his grandson and his grandson's wife being so affectionate, he felt more at ease.
The relationship is pretty good.
Retracting his gaze, Han Aoyu asked Yan Jiang: "Boy, what's your name?"
Yan Jiang didn't dare to be careless. He straightened up and answered seriously and respectfully, "Grandpa, my name is Yan Jiang."
"Yan Jiang, Song Yan Jiang...How many years older are you than Miss Song?"
Yan Jiang, who had inexplicably taken Song Ci's surname, was left speechless. Once a lie was told, it took countless lies to cover it up, often achieving the opposite effect. After some thought, Yan Jiang decided to be honest and tell the old man the truth.
After figuring it out, Yan Jiang finally spoke: "Grandpa, my last name is not Song, but Yan. I am indeed Song Ci's brother, but not my biological brother, but my neighbor's brother. We grew up together when we were young and have a very good relationship."
Afraid that Han Aoyu would suspect that he and Song Ci had an ambiguous relationship, Yan Jiang hurriedly explained, "Didn't Song Ci and Han Zhan just get their marriage certificate two days ago? Today is also my first time visiting Han Zhan's home. When you came just now, Han Zhan happened to be out buying pig's trotters, which led to the misunderstanding."
After listening to this, Han Ao Yu no longer doubted the ambiguous relationship between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he is not my biological brother. If he was, it would be really embarrassing.
Before coming here, Han Aoyu hadn't carefully researched Song Ci's information, only knowing that she was the adopted daughter of the Mu family. He didn't investigate Song Ci's information out of respect for his grandson, so when Han Zhan called Yan Jiang "brother," Han Aoyu believed it.
After hearing Yan Jiang's explanation, Han Aoyu no longer had any doubts. Rather than trusting Yan Jiang, it would be better to say that he trusted Han Zhan's judgment. His grandson's judgment of people was still accurate. If there was really something fishy going on between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, Han Zhan would definitely know about it.
He had made a wrong judgment because he was angry and lost his mind.
However, Han Aoyu still felt uneasy when he thought about his grandson's wife having a good-looking, young, and single friend. He asked Han Aoyu with a smile: "Does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"
Yan Jiang was afraid that Han Aoyu's next sentence would be to introduce him to his girlfriend, so he quickly said, "I have a girlfriend, and we are currently living together."
Hearing this, Han Ao Yu was completely relieved.
"Grandpa, Brother Jiang, it's time for dinner." Han Zhan took off his apron and stood at the kitchen door, calling them over for dinner.
When Yan Jiang heard the call "Brother Jiang", he felt very proud and regretted that the time was wrong and he could not use his mobile phone to record the video.
Han Zhan and Song Ci were busy setting up the dishes. Song Ci held the bowl and quietly asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, what kind of girls does grandpa like? Tell me, I'll try to leave a good impression on him."
Han Zhan said, "It's edible."
Song Ci was slightly stunned. Is it edible?
How much can you eat?
Han Zhan picked up the bottle of red wine and asked Yan Jiang, "Brother Jiang, this is the wine brewed by my grandfather himself. Would you like to try it?"
"Okay." Han Zhan poured a glass for Yan Jiang, and then poured a glass for Song Ci and himself. After pouring, he put down the bottle, obviously without any portion for Han Aoyu.
Han Aoyu coughed and tapped the empty glass in front of him with his fingers. Han Zhan glanced at Han Aoyu and said ruthlessly: “You have high blood pressure, what kind of wine do you want to drink.”
Han Aoyu felt that Han Zhan was not giving him face. Everyone at the table was drinking, and it would be embarrassing for him not to drink. "Give me a little, just a small sip." Han Aoyu tried to bargain with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it."
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