When Song Ci heard this conversation, she felt funny but didn't dare to laugh out loud.
She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, don't listen to Brother Han. I've learned that people with high blood pressure can drink some dry wine, but just limit it to 50ml each time."
Han Aoyu laughed out loud, "Song girl is good." He glanced at Han Zhan, who looked helpless next to Song Ci, and said sarcastically, "Unlike some people who are so heartless that they have raised her for more than thirty years in vain."
Han Zhan was wronged.
Song Ci really only poured a little for Han Ao Yu.
Han Aoyu picked up the wine glass, sniffed the aroma, and revealed a nostalgic look. "Speaking of wine, your grandmother's is still the best. I can never make it taste like hers." Han Zhan's grandmother had been dead for five years.
What the old man missed was perhaps not the wine, but the man who made it. Song Ci said, "In my opinion, the wine made by grandpa is very mellow and wonderful. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to taste grandma's winemaking skills. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask grandpa for advice on how to make wine."
Han Aoyu smiled brightly, clapped his thigh and said, "When the grapes are ripe next year, come to my place and I'll teach you!"
"good!"
Yan Jiang's taste buds were piqued by their words. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and was immediately amazed by the delicious wine. "It's really delicious. Is this really the wine brewed by my grandfather?"
Han Aoyu raised his head proudly, "Of course."
Yan Jiang clapped his hands enthusiastically and praised him earnestly, "This wine has a mellow taste, not inferior to those so-called famous French wines. Grandpa is amazing!" Yan Jiang pointed at the red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, can you fill some for me later so I can take it back?"
Han Zhan: "Okay."
"Okay, let's eat." Han Ao Yu gave an order, and everyone picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
Han Aoyu is old, so he has to control his food intake and not eat too much. After eating a few dishes, he was basically full, but he did not leave the table. He sat on the side and chatted with the young people.
Han Aoyu was a little surprised when he noticed that Song Ci had eaten a bowl of rice and then went to get another big one. He hadn't realized that this girl, who looked slender, was such a big eater. Being able to eat well is a blessing.
When Song Ci picked up the food, she glanced at her grandfather. Seeing that her grandfather looked at her with satisfaction, she ate even harder.
Yan Jiang noticed that Song Ci had finished her second bowl of rice, and was quite surprised, but he didn't say anything. Only Han Zhan's eyes were filled with smiles.
After dinner, Han Zhan played chess with the old man in the study. Song Ci was full, so she opened a drawer, took out two digestive tablets, and ate them. Then she walked around the living room downstairs to help digest the food.
Yan Jiang sat on the sofa and ate the plums that the old man brought. He complained to Song Ci: "Why do you eat so much?"
Song Ci said with a bitter face: "Grandpa likes girls who can eat."
Yan Jiang blinked, feeling very sympathetic towards Song Ci. He glanced upstairs and asked Song Ci, "What does Han Zhan's grandfather do?" Although the old man was dressed like a farmer, the occasional glance he gave him showed a murderous intent. It seemed that his identity must be extraordinary.
Song Ci said, "You can search on Baidu, Han Aoyu."
Yan Jiang did as he was told.
After a moment, Yan Jiang put down his phone, looking shocked. He looked at Song Ci with envy and sighed, "Song Song, you are marrying into the general's mansion!"
It turns out that Han Zhan is actually Han Aoyu's grandson! With this background, Song Song will never be bullied in this life.
Yan Jiang finally felt relieved. He stood up and said goodbye. When he left, he did not forget to take away a bag of fruit and a bottle of red wine brewed by Mr. Han.
After seeing Yan Jiang off, Song Ci sent a text message to Han Zhan. [Brother Han, where will Grandpa sleep tonight?] Their house only had one bed.
Han Zhan saw the text message and looked up and asked the old man: "Grandpa, where are you staying tonight?"
Han Aoyu stared at the chessboard and said, "Your Uncle Zhong has booked a room at the hotel. Just take me there later."
"Not going back to the house?"
"No, if people know that I'm back and someone comes to visit me, it will be troublesome." Han Ao Yu put down a child and said, "Now that I'm retired, I should do what a retired old man should do, and don't touch things that I shouldn't touch." Han Ao Yu's eyes saw through everything.
Han Zhan admired his grandfather very much. He believed that retiring after achieving success and not caring about worldly affairs was the wisest thing to do.
"good."
"By the way, the last time I saw your Grandpa Chen, he kept showing off the chess set you gave him." The old man said sourly. What kind of thing is this? His own grandson went to give chess to other old men, but not to him?
Han Zhan was somewhat helpless. He said, "I returned to Shunchen from my last business trip. I have to visit Grandpa Chen, so I can't go empty-handed. That chess set was bought by Li Li. I have another set here that I got from an auction last time."
Han Zhan got up and went into the small collection room in the study. After a while, he came out holding a precious chess set.
"A fine piece of small-leaf red sandalwood chess, the work of the master carver Songshan."
Han Zhan handed the chess set to Han Ao Yu.
Han Ao Yu opened it and took a few glances before he was satisfied.
Stroking the chess pieces, Han Aoyu finally talked to Han Zhan about Song Ci. "Song Ci is a good talker and a nice girl. She's a good match for you, physically. As for her character, I don't know much about her yet, but I trust your judgment."
Han Zhan listened quietly without refuting.
Han Aoyu added, "I don't know why you got married, but you have to remember that men in our Han family have never remarried since ancient times. What's yours, even if it's not yours, must be yours once it's by your side."
Han Zhan's heart trembled, and he understood Han Ao Yu's warning.
Han Aoyu was so smart, how could he not see the oddity in Han Zhan and Song Ci's marriage? But he wouldn't delve into it. He was trying to warn Han Zhan. Song Ci was a good girl, and since she offered herself to him, whether it was false or sincere, she had to be kept by my side and tied up until death.
There is no man in the Han family who remarries.
"I understand, Grandpa."
As soon as nine o'clock passed, the old man was about to leave. Song Ci and Han Zhan personally sent him back to the hotel. When they arrived at the hotel, Song Ci saw a middle-aged man in the room. He had bronze skin and a square face. He didn't look like a talkative person.
"Zhanzhan." Uncle Zhong saw Han Zhan and a smile appeared on his face. He stared at Song Ci behind Han Zhan and his smile became even warmer. "Is this your lover?"
Han Zhan turned sideways, revealing the full appearance of Song Ci behind him to Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, Song Ci." Han Zhan introduced Song Ci again: "Song Ci, this is Uncle Zhong, who watched me grow up when I was a child and was responsible for taking care of my grandfather."
"Hello, Uncle Zhong."
"Hello."
The couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for more than twenty minutes before saying goodbye.
Zhong Buhui watched Han Zhan and his wife leave, then he closed the door and walked into the master bedroom. Seeing Han Aoyu unscrewing the medicine bottle, he hurried over to pour Han Aoyu a glass of water and handed it to him.
Han Aoyu picked up the water cup and swallowed the high blood pressure medicine. He put down the teacup and murmured, "I always feel that Song girl looks a little familiar. I don't regret whether you have this feeling."
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