Ruan Xianxian presented the net bag she had brought with both hands, speaking in a very open and generous manner.
"There are some pastries I made myself inside. I heard that you are about to embark on a journey to escort foreign guests back to Beijing. I'm giving you these pastries to enjoy on the train."
"Really? Then I'd like to see what delicious food is inside." Feng Guang glanced around smugly, then took out a lunchbox and opened it.
In an instant, a sweet aroma mixed with the scent of milk filled the room, and four pieces of sweet and soft rice cakes were quietly placed in the lunchbox.
Old Zhao, who loves sweets the most, couldn't help but swallow. The older he gets, the more he loves this soft and fluffy cake.
He only put it in his mouth because the younger generation was there; otherwise, he would have already picked it up and put it in his mouth.
The box below contains walnut shortbread and mung bean cake.
The large kitchen for entertaining foreign guests not only had a variety of ingredients but also complete cooking utensils. In addition, when asking for help, Ruan Xianxian felt that no gift could compare to the pastries she made herself, given her status.
Caozi cake is all the rage these days, and it's only available in grocery stores. Seeing that not only Feng Guang liked it, but also those old men secretly swallowing their saliva...
No wonder everyone loves it; she added a drop of virgin spiritual spring water to the eggs, which not only made them more fragrant but also made them more beneficial to the body.
Ruan Xianxian stood up sensibly, "Uncle Feng, you're busy. Have a safe trip. I'll head back now."
Feng Guang stood up right after him, saying, "I'll see you off."
He subtly warned his old friends with his eyes, meaning he would be back soon and they shouldn't try to steal his pastries.
As soon as the door closed, Old Zhao coughed lightly: "Eating too many sweets is bad for Lao Guan's teeth, shall we help him finish some?"
The other two cursed him inwardly for being shameless, but their actions followed suit: "There's some truth to that, so let's help him?"
The three of them ate one piece of the four pieces of rice cake each, but instead of satisfying their cravings, they felt a sense of unsatisfaction. Old Zhao smacked his lips.
"Why does the little girl's steamed rice cake taste better than the ones sold in grocery stores?"
The others wholeheartedly agreed.
Despite eating, the three of them still had the conscience to leave a piece for Feng Guang.
...
As he stepped out of the room, he saw an old man and a young girl standing at the corner of the fourth floor. Feng Guang asked her what she wanted to see him about.
The son didn't even get a piece of pastry when he left; he didn't think he was that important.
Ruan Xianxian put it quite bluntly, "I'm taking the train back to the capital tomorrow, and I hope you can help me bring two people with me."
The return transfer order had a time limit. Because of the flood control, Feng Bai submitted a report to his superiors to keep the people for an extra month, but these past two days have reached the limit, and Grandma has to return to Beijing.
The siblings hadn't seen each other for years, and one day wasn't enough. Ruan Xianxian wanted to put her grandmother in the same group of foreign guests returning home, and asked Feng Guang to arrange for her to stay in a soft sleeper so they could spend more time together.
After hearing her purpose, Feng Guang readily agreed, "It's nothing serious, don't worry. I'll take care of the person for you. You stay in Heilongjiang Province, and if anything happens, just contact Lin Ruicong."
After giving her some more earnest instructions, Feng Guang watched her go downstairs and return to her room.
When he returned, he found that most of the pastries his future daughter-in-law had made were missing. He was so angry that he kicked everyone out of the room.
Meeting his old friend's reluctant parting gaze, he felt a mixture of anger and smugness.
See? None of you have pastries made by your future daughter-in-law.
...
Several hours later, when Ruan Xianxian knocked on her uncle's door, the two siblings, who hadn't seen each other for many years, had calmed down.
Grandma's eyes were still red, but her smile was much brighter, and the dejection she had shown after all the hardships she had endured had disappeared.
It seemed as if it had been injected with new life.
Yan Fenghua took Ruan Xianxian's hand and introduced her to her younger brother: "Look at my granddaughter, isn't she? This child has always been timid, quiet, and very sensible. She has never caused me any worry."
Yan Fengqi's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
Timid and quiet, sensible and never causing trouble... These adjectives truly describe the translator Ruan, who single-handedly took charge of half the exhibition, kept the foreign guests in the palm of her hand, and was both wise and courageous.
He just smiled and didn't say anything.
Yan Fenghua frowned instantly. "What? You have a problem with my granddaughter?"
"I wouldn't dare." Perhaps it was because he had found his sister, but Yan Fengqi's aura of someone who had long been in a position of power returned. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and had a half-smile on his lips.
"Everyone knows Ruan, the translator who has achieved over 2 million views. I dare not have any objections."
This statement practically calls her outright arrogant at the exhibition.
Ruan Xianxian gritted her teeth inwardly. She'd only ignored the old man for a day; was it really necessary to complain about him to her grandmother?
Suppressing her suspicions, Yan Fenghua picked up an old black-and-white photograph on the table and began to introduce the people in it to her granddaughter.
“These are your great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and the one wearing the beret is your maternal uncle…” Yan Fenghua sighed at this point.
"Unfortunately, they are no longer here."
"It doesn't matter if we're not here now, we'll reunite down there sooner or later."
Looking at her granddaughter's little mouth opening and closing, Yan Fenghua fell silent again. She had never had any problems with her education; it must have been that old geezer surnamed Ruan who had corrupted her granddaughter.
I didn't have time to kill him before he was sent down to the countryside, so I'll send him on his way this time I go back.
Having made up her mind, Yan Fenghua regained her composure.
Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue and raised her eyebrows. "Ruan Shimei, I'll give you a good dressing down, you old bastard."
She was genuinely afraid that her grandmother might soften her heart and let that old geezer off for the sake of her children and grandchildren.
She was really overthinking it.
The time for reunion is always too short. After telling her that her grandmother and uncle were returning to Beijing together the next day, Yan Fenghua immediately focused her attention back on her granddaughter.
I don't know when we'll see each other again. I don't even want my younger brother anymore. I just want to take my granddaughter back to the house and have a little chat.
Ruan Xianxian gave Yan Fengqi a smug look.
As soon as I got back inside, my grandmother grabbed my ear without any politeness. "You brat, tell me, besides digging up the Ruan family's ancestral graves, what else have you done all these years?"
The guy cautiously raised his head, "Does feeding the entire hepatitis A patient's urine to the concubine's lineage count?"
Yan Fenghua abruptly released her grip, her eyes fixed on her granddaughter who had hopped away like a little rabbit, her voice low and somber:
"Wrong! Hepatitis B is more difficult to cure than hepatitis A."
Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
Your grandma will always be your grandma.
She took a deep breath: "Who else knows about this?"
Since her granddaughter chose to be born into the world rather than live a secluded life, the reputation of poisoning her relatives could not fall on her; she would help her clean up the mess.
He picked at his fingers, looked up, and said timidly, "Actually, quite a few people know about this."
"Grandma, I've joined Institute 507, and my files have been classified as confidential."
Yan Fenghua clutched her chest; the stimulation had been too much, and her heart was overloaded.
The grandmother and granddaughter chatted back and forth, perhaps because they were too tired, or perhaps because they felt at ease with their loved ones by their side, and soon Ruan Xianxian started snoring softly.
Lying on her side, Yan Fenghua patted her gently, just like when she was a child.
Looking at his granddaughter's lovely and beautiful face, the numbness and despair in his eyes faded away, replaced by a firm resolve.
“Since you’ve chosen this path, Grandma is still capable and will protect you from the wind and rain for another ten years.”
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