After buying groceries, they returned home along the beautiful sunset over the West Lake. The Shan family also began to prepare the New Year's Day dinner. The old man usually doesn't cook, but he was in a good mood today on New Year's Day, so he cooked delicious food himself and cooked just for his interest. Usually, his daughter-in-law Liu Piaopiao was responsible for three meals a day, but she got tired of it after a while and didn't pay attention to details. The old man who cooked from time to time paid great attention to details. No matter it was the presentation or the color, fragrance and taste, he had the highest requirements. He was like a chef who was only responsible for frying, while Shan Weizi and Liu Piaopiao were busy helping him. The kitchen looked like a battlefield.
As for Shan Zhentian, he couldn't get any food, so he would just make a pot of tea by the rockery pond in the yard and think about things in the painting world. Occasionally, Shan Weizi would run over with some food to feed Shan Zhentian so that he could taste his grandfather's cooking. The family, who were financially free, lived in harmony but not extravagantly. They were used to such a down-to-earth life.
As night fell, the lights in the courtyard of the classical garden by the West Lake came on. In the quaint restaurant, two women brought dishes to the table. The old man took off his apron and walked over, looking at the delicacies he had cooked on the table himself: West Lake vinegar fish, Longjing shrimp, Dongpo pork, Song Sao fish soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, dry fried lingling, and the favorite vegetables of his daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
Shan Weizi took several photos and sent them to Su Ran, saying that she had learned a lot from him. If you come, I will cook for you myself.
"By the way, grandpa, hasn't the friend you mentioned come yet? I'm hungry. If he doesn't come soon, I'll have to try it first." As he said that, he picked up a small piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in his mouth, giving a thumbs up and praising him.
Liu Piaopiao hit her with a quick poke, "You're rude. Everyone's not here yet. Don't eat secretly next time."
The old man smiled and said, "I'll call and ask if anyone has arrived..." So, being wary of the two women, he dialed Su Ran's number and said, "Hello... Haven't you arrived..." Shan Weizi wanted to eavesdrop on who it was, but the old man tactically retreated. Shan Weizi tutted and said she didn't want to listen. The old man smiled and said, "Well... okay... It's New Year's Day, so it's understandable that there's traffic jam in Hangzhou. We're still cooking, no rush. Oh... do you want to drink the wine brewed by my granddaughter?" The old man made up a story himself and looked at Shan Weizi.
Shan Weizi shook her head to indicate that she couldn't. The old man replied with regret: "Forget it, my granddaughter won't let you drink. If you come, we'll just drink my bubble wine. Oh... you're not used to bubble wine, right? Then you have to come and tell my granddaughter. I don't have the final say. It depends on her consent. Okay, slow down."
The old man hung up the phone and said with a smile, "Weizi, my 'friend' said he'll come and ask you for some wine in person."
Shan Weizi said stingily: "What friend, you must drink my wine? No, drink Moutai Feitian."
Shan Zhentian pointed at the Moutai on the wine cabinet and said, "That won't do. The Moutai is mine. It's not much more expensive than the wine you brew yourself. You can't have that." He also laughed and teased his daughter who was unaware of the situation. Only he and the old man knew who the visitor was.
The old man said, "Weizi, how about this? Let's make a bet on whether you will personally take out the wine and share it with my friend tonight. How about that?"
Shan Weizi nodded without thinking: "Okay, I can't take it out anyway, so how about this, the loser draws a picture with New Year's Day as the theme?"
The old man and Shan Zhentian looked at each other and pointed at Shan Weizi, "You are doomed to lose."
At this moment, the old man's cell phone rang. He took a look and said, "My friend is here."
"I'll go open the door." Liu Piaopiao tied the apron around her cheongsam waist, fiddled with her scattered hair, stepped out of the restaurant threshold in slit high heels, and walked towards the door with her cheongsam and plump hips swaying in the night. Shan Zhentian looked at his beautiful wife. She was very energetic. A woman who grew up in Lingjian Mountain was very spiritual.
The old man smiled and asked, "Weizi, aren't you going to answer it?"
Shan Weizi lay down in front of the dining table, looking at the West Lake Vinegar Fish, "No, I don't know it."
At the door.
Dong Dong Dong…
"Here I come."
Liu Piaopiao walked over, opened the door, and pushed it open gently. Eh? Her eyes lit up and a smile bloomed, but she saw Su Ran standing at the door, panting, holding fruit and milk in his hands.
"Su Ran, why is it you? Oh... So the old man was talking about you?" Liu Piaopiao was surprised by this sudden surprise. "You've also learned bad habits, and are deceiving us together with the old man, right?"
"Hello Sister Piaopiao, long time no see. You have grown prettier. I thought you were Weizi just now."
Hohoho~
"Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. No wonder you've coaxed our Wei Zi into submission. She's been distracted since returning from Lingjian Mountain. Why are you still shy?" Liu Piaopiao glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "Come in quickly." She reached out and grasped Su Ran's wrist, pulling him in and closing the door. "Let's go."
"Okay." Su Ran walked ahead with the gift in hand. He could hear Liu Piaopiao's laughter behind him. "You're so self-conscious?"
"Then I'm behind you and you're in front?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's go. We took the wrong way. This way, we'll have dinner in the East Courtyard today, New Year's Day." Liu Piaopiao pulled him back and led the way from the hallway to the East Courtyard.
This courtyard is very large, a typical Hangzhou classical garden, with nine winding corridors, a new scene at every step, and a different stone for each scene.
Liu Piaopiao's favorite outfit is cheongsam, especially since she maintains a very good figure. The beautiful figure of a mature woman is particularly feminine when tightly wrapped in the cheongsam. Her high heels step on the bluestone path, and under the background of the courtyard lights, the woman's intelligence and sexiness are fully reflected.
It's undeniable that when a woman with a good figure wears a cheongsam, men can't help but look at her body. But this woman is Shan Weizi's mother. Su Ran respects her, so naturally he doesn't look at her. Instead, he casts his eyes on the surrounding flowers and plants, admiring the beauty of the courtyard. He didn't pay attention to his feet and accidentally hooked his foot on the spreading rose vines. He took a few hasty steps and almost fell. Fortunately, Liu Piaopiao reached out and grabbed him. Seeing his embarrassed look, she chuckled and said, "You are such a grown man, and you walk around looking around without watching the road. Did you get hurt?"
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