Song Jingcheng wants to have dinner with her?
Coming back to his senses, Shen He asked Song Jingcheng: "What would you like to eat, little uncle?"
"I don't have much appetite."
Thinking that Song Jingcheng's taste buds had degenerated, his appetite was almost zero, and he was only sensitive to sour taste, Chen He made a bold decision.
"My apartment is nearby, about three kilometers away. My grandma happens to be at home today. How about we go to my house for dinner?"
"I remember you can still taste sourness. My grandma's cooking is amazing. Maybe it can help whet your appetite?"
Song Jingcheng asked, "Is this the sour radish you mentioned last time?"
"Do you remember?"
After a hum, Song Jingcheng asked again: "Will it be very disturbing?"
"No, my grandma is very hospitable."
Song Jingcheng stared at her black and white kitten eyes for a moment with a deep gaze before saying, "Sorry to bother you."
Chen He drove in front to lead the way. On the way, he called his grandmother and asked her to make a pot of stomach-nourishing porridge, saying that he was going to bring a friend home for lunch.
Ma Kai drove closely behind.
He stole a glance at Song Jingcheng, who had been pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, and suddenly said, "This is your first time visiting Miss Shen's house, Mr. Song. Does he need to buy some gifts?"
"It just so happens that there's an imported supermarket up ahead."
Song Jingcheng opened his eyes and gave Ma Kai an appreciative look, "Find a seat and park the car."
*
It was two minutes later that Chen He realized that Song Jingcheng and the others had lost track of him.
She sent a WeChat message to Song Jingcheng: [Uncle, where are you guys?]
Song Jingcheng: [On the roadside, Ma Kai buys a pack of cigarettes.]
But Chen He remembered that Song Jingcheng didn't smoke, at least she had never seen him smoking. And Ma Kai would never touch cigarettes during work.
Thinking that Song Jingcheng was an adult who valued etiquette, Chen He did not stop him. Instead, she reminded him openly: "My grandmother is not interested in nutritional supplements, but she likes wine."
When he saw the news, Song Jingcheng was standing in front of a row of shelves selling high-end nutritional products.
There were already seven or eight nutritional supplements in the cart next to him.
He instructed Ma Kai: "Keep the bird's nest and return the rest."
Ma Kai hesitated, "Only two boxes of bird's nest?"
"Chen He said her grandmother likes to drink."
Ma Kai was a little surprised. "So that old lady likes to drink. The wine is on the shelf over there. I'll go over there with Mr. Song to take a look."
Ten minutes later, the two checked out and returned to the car.
Chen He sent a location to Song Jingcheng.
Chen He was standing at the door of the apartment waiting. When she saw Song Jingcheng's car, she turned around and said a few words to the security guard, and the guard let her pass.
Ma Kai parked the car in the underground garage. He helped Song Jingcheng carry the things to the door of Chen He's house and looked around habitually.
When Chen He opened the door with his fingerprint, Song Jingcheng subconsciously adjusted his tie and sleeves.
Ma Kai caught a glimpse of Mr. Song's little action and felt like laughing.
After opening the door, Shen He called out to her grandma inside the house. She said, "Grandma, we're back."
Song Jingcheng changed into slippers and looked up to see a silver-haired old lady in an apron walking out of the kitchen.
Su Jin was startled when he suddenly saw the man and woman standing side by side at the entrance.
"Ah." Su Jin stared at Song Jingcheng's face for two more seconds and couldn't help but sigh: "The city boy is really handsome."
She is a beauty.
The reason she was willing to marry Shen Zhenkun was because he was the most handsome guy in the village.
When she was young, she had only three criteria for finding a man:
Cultured, good-looking, and physically strong.
Shen Zhenkun perfectly meets her requirements for a spouse, but that bastard is ambitious, heartless and ungrateful, and discards his wife like flipping a coin.
It turns out that when choosing a man, you can’t just look at his face.
But then again, if Grandma Su were given another chance, she would still choose a good-looking man.
Men may not be able to remain loyal to her for the rest of her life.
But beauty is justice.
Even after the relationship broke down, when she recalled the past, she would only call the other party a scumbag, not an ugly scumbag.
Su Jin put on the demeanor of a reserved old man: "Miao Miao, is this your good friend? I haven't heard you mention him before."
Chen He could tell at a glance that grandma was very satisfied with Song Jingcheng's appearance, and she must be secretly infatuated with him.
In the past, if someone in the village fell ill, my grandmother would just give him a cold shoulder if he met a good-looking young man.
If you come across one that's not eye-catching, you'll pay a lot of money.
For a good-looking guy like Song Jingcheng, grandma can provide him with free medical treatment.
"Grandma." Chen He cleared her throat and introduced Song Jingcheng to Su Jin: "This is Mr. Song, he is...Mu Tingyun's uncle."
"..." Su Jin felt like he was stuffed with shit, like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
"Oh." Su Jin wiped his hands on his apron and turned into the kitchen.
Song Jingcheng was confused by Grandma Su's attitude.
Ms. Su, who was smiling at him beautifully in the last second, became as cold and indifferent as if she had seen the enemy of the Tu clan in the next second.
why is that?
Chen He invited Song Jingcheng into the house and sat down. She used the excuse of going to the kitchen to help and took the opportunity to tell him about the grievances and entanglements between Song Jingcheng and the Mu family.
When Grandma Su learned that Song Jingcheng and the Mu family were not birds of a feather, her expression brightened.
"So, he didn't know about what Mu Tingyun did?"
"He doesn't know."
Song Jingcheng is not a very good person, but he is definitely not a very bad person.
If he knew Mu Tingyun's true identity, how could he hand over the Song family's assets to Mu Tingyun?
"That'll do."
Su Jin sprinkled some chopped green onions into the pot. She snorted, "I was planning to sprinkle panna cotta into the pot."
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