Luo Wenyuan was completely confused. He didn't know what the old man was talking about. He relied on military merit and strength to advance his rank. Why did he need support from others? When did Grandpa start playing political games and trying to win people's hearts?
Luo Wenyuan didn't understand, but Qingshan was very smart and had already understood the old man's main idea. He just wanted her to cook another meal for him.
"Sure, Grandpa! Let Batur stay for dinner, and I'll help Aunt Zhang. Grandpa, is there anything you particularly want to eat? Tell me, and I'll make it for you!"
"I want to eat the old capital noodles!"
Luo Zhentian quickly talked about the delicacy he had been craving for a long time. The old capital's fried noodles with soybean paste rely on yellow bean paste and sweet bean paste to enhance the flavor, and the salt content is extremely high. People with his blood pressure condition have been prohibited from eating it many years ago. He wondered if his granddaughter-in-law could make fried noodles with soybean paste that is not so salty and delicious to satisfy his craving.
"no!"
Before Qingshan could speak, Luo Wenyuan spoke out to stop him, and Luo Zhentian was so angry that he wanted to kick him under the table.
"Why not? Qingshan hasn't expressed his opinion yet, why are you butting in? Grandpa just wants a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, and you won't satisfy me? You are an unfilial descendant, humph!"
Luo Wenyuan sighed helplessly. His grandfather wasn't like this before. He was serious and stern. Why did he become more and more like a child as he got older? Look, he was throwing a tantrum just to eat a bowl of noodles!
"Grandpa, I didn't say you can't eat noodles with soybean paste. Qingshan can make you a bowl of noodles, but you don't know how much Batur eats. If he stays for dinner, I have to prepare the amount for four people, and it may not be enough. What if Qingshan gets too tired?"
Luo Wenyuan also understood what the old man meant. He just wanted to eat the food cooked by Qingshan, but the secret of the space could not be exposed. Wouldn’t Qingshan have to do it himself without Aunt Zhang’s knowledge?
Luo Zhentian didn't say anything. If he really wanted to tire his grandson's wife just to satisfy his own appetite, it would be more trouble than it would take.
Qingshan lowered his head and took a sip of his white porridge, remembering the delicious Hong Kong-style food he had at the Zhan family villa on Hong Kong Island. A wave of emotion welled up in his heart: Luo Zhentian's status and position were countless times higher than Zhan Kunpeng's, but unfortunately, his health wasn't as good. That's why Old Zhan could enjoy all the delicious dishes made by Sister Tao, while the old man could only eat the miserable white porridge. After all, the prerequisite for enjoying life is still a healthy body; otherwise, nothing can be achieved.
"No, I'll just make a bowl of noodles with soybean paste for grandpa, and Batur will eat rice like the rest of us. He can eat as much as he wants!"
Qingshan had said so, if Luo Wenyuan tried to stop him again, he would never be able to take off the label of "unfilial piety". He could only look at Qingshan with a guilty look on his face, feeling sorry for his wife.
After breakfast, Luo Wenyuan took Qingshan to the garage, where Luo Wenyuan's G-Class was parked. Qingshan looked around to see if there was anyone around, opened the trunk, and took out some of the vegetables and fruits for lunch and put them in there as a pretense.
If you take things outside, you have to look for them yourself when you need them. It is better to put them in space. Just think about it and whatever you want will appear in your hands. It is more convenient.
Although Luo Wenyuan had known for a long time that Qingshan had a space magic weapon, he was still shocked when he saw so many things appear out of thin air in her hands.
After Qingshan was put away, Luo Wenyuan closed the trunk and drove out.
Qingshan didn't plan to use the vegetables from the Luo family's kitchen. He estimated that the amount used today would be quite large, far different from last night's. If the refrigerator inventory didn't decrease, it would inevitably arouse suspicion. With Luo Wenyuan's meticulous mind, he had to play the whole show, so he pretended to go shopping for vegetables, but in fact he was taking the space vegetables out for a ride.
Qingshan, with his hands behind his back and carrying Yin'er, strolled to the kitchen to fill a jar of Lingtan water, and then returned to the east wing. It was estimated that Batur would take a while to arrive, so Qingshan used this time to go into the space and pinch out the throat lozenges.
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