"Ha, only primary school education."
Ji Qingqian looked at Lu Yibei with confusion, as if asking, "Is our grandpa really that amazing?"
Lu Yibei explained, "My grandfather earned a junior high school degree and was a well-known intellectual in the surrounding area."
Grandpa's already straight and lean back straightened even more, and he looked slightly proud.
Then, he first touched the "氵" radical on the table with his finger, and then quickly wrote the right half of the character "浅" with a few strokes.
Although Grandma only went to primary school, she could read. She looked at it strangely and asked, "Is it written like this?"
Lu Yibei had no choice but to remind his grandfather:
"It should be two horizontal strokes and one left-falling stroke, but you wrote three horizontal strokes."
Grandpa's finger was still tapping the table. When he heard his grandson's words, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly: "Didn't I write two horizontal lines?"
"Maybe I'm seeing things," Lu Yibei said.
Grandma didn't believe it.
"I thought it looked strange, but it turned out to be a misspelled character." She chuckled, "No wonder you only have a junior high school education."
Grandpa got angry and got angry, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
Normally, he could have simply walked away, but today he was in front of guests and couldn't do that.
“...Grandpa and Grandma can just call me Qingqian,” Ji Qingqian said.
Lu Yibei found it quite amusing.
He never imagined that one day he would see the heroine Qingqian smoothing things over for someone else…
It seems she is indeed doing her best to utilize her limited social skills.
"Grandma will call you Qianqian," Grandma said.
"Okay." Ji Qingqian nodded in agreement.
Fang Lanyun originally wanted to talk to Ji Qingqian more.
But after looking at the girl twice, he temporarily gave up the idea.
This girl is eating so deliciously.
He eats a bite of vegetables and a bite of rice, picking at the vegetables without being picky.
She eats both fatty and lean meat, and accepts all kinds of meat and vegetables. She can even swallow prawn heads, which her grandson doesn't like.
Fang Lanyun couldn't help but ask herself—
Is her culinary skill really comparable to that of professional chefs in restaurants?
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