Seeing the door to the side hall open, Song Yutang stood outside the room politely and whispered to Shen He inside: "Madam, Master Xu and the others are here."
Chen He stood at the tea bar with his back to everyone, making tea.
Without even turning her head, she instructed Song Yutang: "Yutang, take Master Xu to the guest room to rest. Don't go back until daybreak. It's unsafe to drive while tired."
There is a small building in Song Garden specifically for accommodating employees overnight, so Song Yutang took Master Xu away.
Listening to the footsteps going away, Shen He finally spoke to himself: "I remember that Aunt Lanhua likes to drink honeysuckle tea, and she likes it even more with a little honey."
Chen He elegantly stirred the scented tea in the glass with a porcelain spoon.
After stirring evenly, he held the cup and walked towards Aunt Lan.
She handed the cup of water to Aunt Lan and asked with a smile, "It's been so long since we last met. I wonder if Aunt Lan Lan still likes honeysuckle tea? Do you still remember my grandma?"
In fact, Chen He didn't remember any of this at all, but she called Su Jin and asked Su Jin in detail about Tu Lanhua's preferences.
With just two opening sentences, Chen He completely cut off Tulanhua's escape route.
Tulanhua took the cup of tea, took a sip, and sighed, "It still tastes familiar. Is this the honeysuckle that Aunt Jin dried herself? Did they add wild honey to it?"
Shen He smiled, "It seems Aunt Lan hasn't forgotten my grandma yet."
How could Tulanhua forget?
That was her friend regardless of age difference.
Tulanhua held the tea in her hand and looked up at Chen He.
The woman in front of me had long hair and was wearing a beige nightgown with a belt, revealing a pink silk nightgown underneath.
Standing in the Chinese-style living room with low-key and luxurious decoration, it looks both approachable and easy-going, and also has a kind of restraint that does not show the beauty of the mountains and rivers.
Tulanhua couldn't help but sigh, "You've really grown up so much. Auntie didn't even recognize you that day."
Just as Chen He said, when she was in junior high school, she only knew how to bury her head in study.
When I went home during the holidays, I was like a wild monkey running around the mountains. My skin was a little tanned, and I was petite and thin. I was completely different from what I am now.
So when Tulanhua came for the interview, she didn't associate Chen He with the little girl in Aunt Jin's family.
Even at this moment, after knowing the truth, Aunt Lan still felt incredible.
"I can't believe it, Miaomiao is Mrs. Song."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
