Chapter 52 Yan Tingnan Obediently Gets Scolded
Old Qin didn't notice her expression and continued.
“The child had no other relatives at the time, and according to regulations, he should probably be sent to an orphanage.”
"At that time, the team was also in a difficult situation; it wasn't easy to settle a teenager."
"No one expected that this young man, who was only in his early twenties, would stand up and defy all opposition to take the child away and adopt him."
At this point, Old Qin shook his head.
"We all advised him against it, saying he was too young, with such a bright future ahead of him, what kind of idea was it to have a ten-year-old child in tow?"
"As a result, this kid, without saying a word, went and filed a report himself, insisting on adopting that child!"
“The adoption process was extremely complicated. He was young and unmarried, so there was a lot of resistance. He almost broke his legs trying to get adopted!”
"And then what?"
Su Ruan spoke very softly.
"And then..."
Old Qin lowered his voice, his tone tinged with a sigh.
"I heard that he had a huge fight with his grandfather over the paperwork."
"The old man thought he was being ridiculous and embarrassing. In the end, the old man relented, but on one condition: the child must change his surname to Yan."
"In order to give the child a legitimate identity and protection, and to allow the child to grow up properly, Ting Nan had no choice but to compromise."
"Yang Yunye became Yan Yunye."
Su Ruan's fingers, holding the teacup, tightened slightly.
So that's how it is.
That's how Yan Yunye came to be.
A twenty-year-old young man defied public opinion and family pressure to adopt the orphan of a comrade-in-arms with whom he had no blood relation.
She looked toward the kitchen.
Yan Tingnan was pouring the chopped vegetables into the oil pan, and as the oil smoke rose, he slightly turned his head to avoid it.
The wok-tossing motion was clean and efficient.
It's hard to imagine that his hands, which were once clumsy, once held up a sky for a ten-year-old orphan.
Su Ruan was somewhat lost in thought.
Suddenly, I felt that the way he rolled up his sleeves and cooked had a fatal attraction.
Before long, Yan Tingnan brought out several dishes and placed them on the stone table.
Soy sauce chicken, braised prawns, blanched bok choy, and garlic pork ribs.
There was also a pot of milky white tofu and fish head soup.
Steaming hot, with an enticing color.
"Wow! Nan's skills have improved!"
Old Qin sat down with a smile and greeted Su Ruan.
"Xiao Su, come and have a taste! This kid rarely cooks, you're in luck!"
Su Ruan picked up a piece of soy sauce chicken; it was tender and smooth, with a rich soy sauce flavor, and cooked to perfection.
"How is it?" Old Qin asked.
"tasty."
Her eyes lit up, and she praised him sincerely.
"I never expected Mr. Yan to be such a skilled cook."
It really suited her taste; it was light and flavorful.
Yan Tingnan didn't respond, but simply pushed the bowl of soup in front of her.
At the dinner table, Old Qin became the absolute protagonist.
"Xiao Su, you have no idea!"
Old Qin took a sip of wine, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Once during a field training exercise, he tried to raid a beehive to show off, and got stung all over his head. His head was so swollen that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him! He was groaning and calling for the army doctor in the middle of the night..."
Yan Tingnan paused for a moment, holding her chopsticks, and then calmly placed a piece of pork rib on Qin Lao's plate.
"Old commander, these are all old, forgotten things."
Why can't I say?
Old Qin's eyes widened, and he turned to Su Ruan to continue revealing information.
He recounted Yan Tingnan's dark history at length, detailing each and every incident vividly.
Su Ruan couldn't help but laugh, and almost choked several times.
Yan Tingnan ate calmly throughout the meal, only lifting his eyelids to offer a casual reminder when Old Qin made the most outrageous point.
"Please eat more vegetables."
Su Ruan secretly glanced at Yan Tingnan.
He was peeling a shrimp with his head down, his movements were elegant, as if he hadn't heard anything, but his ears seemed to be slightly red.
The contrast is kind of cute.
After Qin Lao finished complaining about his dark past, he changed the subject and his tone became concerned.
"Tingnan, has that old injury on your shoulder flared up again on these rainy days?"
"You didn't slack off on the exercises I made you practice, did you?"
Yan Tingnan naturally placed the peeled shrimp meat into Su Ruan's bowl.
Only then did he look up, answering like a primary school student being called on by the teacher.
"Much better, no relapse."
"Damn, keep practicing."
"Just keep practicing!"
Old Qin nodded in satisfaction, then frowned and looked him over.
"Also, stop sitting in the office all day like an old-fashioned capitalist! Move around more! Look at you, your muscles are almost sagging! You've lost all your energy!"
"Um."
Yan Tingnan responded and lowered his head to eat, showing a rare hint of obedience, as if he had been scolded.
Su Ruan bit the tip of her chopsticks, watching Yan Tingnan's obedient and scolded appearance, and couldn't help but smile.
The contrast is incredible.
The meal was lively and heartwarming.
After the meal, Su Ruan stood up to clear the dishes.
"I'll wash the dishes."
Before my hand even touched the rim of the bowl, my wrist was grabbed by a large, dry, and warm hand.
"Leave it."
"Let me do it, Mr. Yan. We can't just eat here for free..."
Su Ruan wanted to try.
"A girl's hands are not for touching these greasy dishes."
Yan Tingnan interrupted her, but the warmth from his fingers made Su Ruan's heart skip a beat.
He naturally took the bowl and plate from her and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
Old Qin watched with amusement and called out to Su Ruan.
"Girl, let him do it! He'd love to!"
"Come on, come with me to tidy up the flowers."
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard, and Old Qin was carrying a small shovel, tending to his precious flower garden with great interest.
Su Ruan also helped, handing over a tool to straighten the flower branches.
"Girl, help me move that pot of Eighteen Scholars from the corner and put it under this shelf."
Old Qin pointed to a pot of camellias in full bloom.
"The sun is too harsh; it's delicate."
The bonsai didn't look very big, but the purple clay pot was thick and heavy, and the soil was compacted, so it was quite heavy.
Su Ruan agreed and went over to bend down and lift it.
Just as the finger gripped the rim of the basin, before it could exert any force, a hand with distinct knuckles steadily supported the bottom of the basin.
"I'll do it."
Yan Tingnan had already washed his hands and come out at some point.
His voice was not loud, and he easily wrapped his arms around the huge flowerpot.
"This pot is heavy and the soil is wet, so don't get it on your skirt."
In a corner of Su Ruan's heart, this unexpected thoughtfulness gently touched her.
This man takes care of people in such a subtle and understated way.
Old Qin watched with satisfaction as the flowerpots were put back in their place, then his eyes darted around.
Suddenly, he pointed to an old stone lock half-buried in the corner of the yard.
"Listen to Nan!"
Old Qin raised his chin.
"Go, move that thing over here! Let me see how much strength you capitalist have left!"
Yan Tingnan walked straight over, bowed slightly, and gripped the indentations on both sides of the stone lock with both hands.
He used his waist and abdomen to lift and push with his arm, and he steadily lifted the heavy stone lock with one hand!
The moment the lower back slumped, the shirt fabric was clearly taut against the broad shoulder blades.
He walked steadily to the base of the west wall, and the stone lock made a dull thud as it hit the ground.
Old Qin strolled over with his hands behind his back, kicked the stone lock with his toe, and chuckled.
"Hmm, not bad! This skeleton didn't make you feel mushy!"
Yan Tingnan stood up straight, casually patted his dusty palms, and rubbed some bluish-gray dust onto his knuckles.
Su Ruan leaned against a pillar and looked around.
His sweaty bangs swept across his brow bone, revealing a fierce energy that was usually concealed by his suits and gold-rimmed glasses.
Yan Tingnan, who obediently follows her old boss's orders, is incredibly sexy.
The sight of gods descending to the mortal world is even more captivating than when they sit high above the clouds.
An idea popped into my head uncontrollably.
I really want to see what he would look like if he were completely immersed in the mundane world.
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