The old man reluctantly took the soda, scoffed, and downed most of the bottle in one gulp, as if using the soda to vent his anger. As soon as the soda entered his mouth, the sweet, irritating feeling subsided a bit, and he felt a little better.
"Another bottle, please."
The old man blinked his eyes.
Qiao Wanyue was both amused and exasperated. "That's all, just this one bottle."
She knew that some elderly people had high blood sugar, and if they weren't careful, drinking too much sugary drinks could easily worsen their condition. She originally intended to fool the old man with soda, but it turned out to suit his taste.
The old man said "Oh".
Perhaps he was used to being rejected, so he wasn't angry when he was rejected again. He held the soda bottle and stared at it for a long time, like a child studying it.
The meal consisted of two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and two bowls of rice. There weren't many people at the state-run restaurant in the afternoon, and the food was served quickly. Qiao Wanyue set out the chopsticks and handed them to the old man before starting to eat herself.
Although the old man kept his head down while eating, his gaze remained fixed on Qiao Wanyue.
She would only pick up the food closest to her with her chopsticks, never turning over the dishes. Occasionally, when she made eye contact with the old man, she would smile gently, point to the dishes on the table, and tell him to eat more.
Qiao Wanyue had a moderate appetite, but after eating half a bowl of rice, she could no longer eat.
The old man's voice was deep and resonant, "You're so young, how can you eat so little? You need to eat more."
Qiao Wanyue refused, "I can't eat anymore, I'll eat when I'm hungry." She put down her chopsticks, picked up the soda next to her, which was orange soda. She had drunk those exquisite drinks from later generations, and this was made with orange powder. It was sweet and children would like it.
He took a sip and then put it down.
The old man didn't insist. When Qiao Wanyue stopped eating, he cleaned up the dishes on the table.
After dinner, Qiao Wanyue accompanied the old man home.
He walked with difficulty, but he refused to take a rickshaw, saying that it was a job to order people around and he would never do it. Seeing that he was trembling, Qiao Wanyue simply accompanied him home. When they arrived at the entrance of the military region, they found that he was unsteady on his feet.
The guards noticed that Qiao Wanyue looked extremely guilty and her eyes were darting around. They wondered to themselves, "The Wen family doesn't like her. Why is she going home with the old man of the Wen family?"
Wouldn't Qiao Wanyue and Grandpa Wen then offer him some answers?
Qiao Wanyue wouldn't implicate this person either; it was Liang Yu's order, and she had no reason to involve others.
"You old geezer, have you been out fooling around again?"
As the two approached a two-story building, an elderly woman with white hair came out with a feather duster. She circled around the old man a few times until she could no longer smell the alcohol, and then she put down the feather duster.
"I didn't drink any alcohol," the old man said, his voice filled with grievance.
The old lady snorted coldly, "If you drink this, don't come home today."
Qiao Wanyue watched the old couple bickering, and the corners of her mouth curved up.
The old lady was about to pull the old man inside when her gaze fell on Qiao Wanyue.
For a moment, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
She looks so familiar.
But her memory should be pretty good. There wasn't such a pretty girl in the military compound. She was comparable to her old lady when she was young, no, her skin was even whiter and her features were even more delicate.
"That girl from that family," the old lady invited her inside.
Qiao Wanyue smiled and said, "I won't go in. I'll be going home soon, and we won't see each other again. Consider this a thank you gift for today's meal, Grandpa." Qiao Wanyue handed the cloth bag to the old lady.
"Yunzhou's wife?"
Although the old lady has retired, she still knows quite a bit about the military and the family compound.
Qiao Wanyue nodded.
The old lady looked at her face and suddenly smiled, "I thought the person who taught Wen Bing a lesson was a fiery one, but I didn't expect her to be such a gentle and beautiful woman. You have quite a good temper."
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