So this is his maternal grandfather. No wonder he's so good-looking; his maternal grandfather's genes played a significant role.
Wasn't the purpose of meeting to resolve their differences? Continuing in silence wasn't a solution either. Lin Yue tried to break the silence, forcing a smile, and nervously asked, "Grandpa, do you like flower tea? I'll make you a cup."
Zhou Shirong glanced at Lin Yue with a probing look in his sharp eyes, and then gave a barely audible "hmm".
Song Yunzheng immediately got up, went over and pulled her aside, saying, "You sit down, I'll do it."
Lin Yue quickly pushed him back and whispered, "You should sit down. Go on, go on, let's talk this out. Be good, go on."
The weather in the north is dry, so Lin Yue chose chrysanthemum tea to clear heat and reduce internal fire.
She carefully placed the scalding hot tea in front of Zhou Shirong, saying, "Grandpa, the tea is a bit hot. Let it cool down before you drink it."
Zhou Shirong glanced at it, his expression somewhat displeased, and said bluntly, "You can't even make tea, you're really useless!"
Before Lin Yue could even feel upset about being criticized, Song Yunzheng sat up abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at her, "Show some respect when you speak..."
"It's alright, it's alright, I'm really not very good at brewing tea, I'll learn more."
Lin Yue hurriedly interrupted Song Yunzheng, grabbed him, and gently squeezed his large hand with her small one to calm him down.
Zhou Shirong is an elder, and his personal visit was presumably because he hoped to have a good talk with his grandson. Lin Yue didn't want to escalate the conflict because of her trivial matter.
The person on the sofa noticed the interaction between the young couple and frowned slightly, saying indifferently, "As a wife, you can't even make tea. How do you usually cook for Yunzheng?"
Lin Yue was taken aback by the question and felt a little guilty. She didn't know how to cook at all. Song Yunzheng usually wouldn't even let her into the kitchen, so how could she possibly cook for him?
"Then...then I'll make you another cup."
Just as she was about to serve the tea, Song Yunzheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.
"Get to the point. Is this your Zhou family's place? Don't act like this!"
Zhou Shirong was speechless for a moment, his face darkened, and after calming down, he said, "Come and help me."
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