Old Huang carried Xiao Ruanruan into the kitchen. Xiao Ruanruan originally thought she would see a very primitive wood-fired stove, but to her surprise, the kitchen of the three elderly people was full of modern atmosphere.
The kitchen is fully equipped with a gas stove, range hood, dishwasher, refrigerator, and robot vacuum cleaner. Even while Gu Chen is cooking, a small cleaning robot is cleaning the stove.
Moreover, Xiao Ruanruan took a look and saw a robot parked in the corner of the kitchen. The robot was designed to look like it was wearing a chef's hat and an apron.
It's clearly a chef robot.
Therefore, although these three elderly people live in seclusion here, they have no trace of the mundane life of ancient hermits who "planted beans under the southern mountain".
With these robots around, they shouldn't have to do any housework themselves.
It seems these three really know how to enjoy themselves. Even though they're far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, they're not shortchanging themselves at all!
When Gu Chen saw Old Huang carrying Xiao Ruanruan in, his gaze instantly fell on her. Old Huang quickly tucked Xiao Ruanruan into his arms and glared fiercely at Gu Chen, "You brat, why aren't you cooking properly? What are you looking at? Do you want my granddaughter to starve?"
Gu Chen: ...
He really treats Xiao Ruanruan like his own granddaughter. Did Xiao Ruanruan agree to this?
Before Gu Chen could even ask, Old Yan had already come up behind Old Huang and snatched Xiao Ruan Ruan away when he wasn't paying attention.
Little Ruanruan flapped her tiny arms and legs twice in the air before landing steadily in Old Master Yan's arms.
"Old Huang, stop being shameless! You took advantage of my fight with that Peng guy to steal my granddaughter, and now you want to show off to that kid Gu here?"
"Little Ruanruan is my own granddaughter!" Old Peng, who had rushed over, was about to join the fight for her.
Little Ruanruan blinked her beautiful, chilled grape-like eyes and quickly spread out her little arms, "Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Peng, please stop!"
Old Yan, Old Huang, and Old Peng immediately fixed their eyes on Little Ruanruan. "Little Ruanruan, tell us yourself, are you willing to acknowledge any of us as your grandfather?"
Little Ruanruan's dark, watery eyes darted between the three of them, looking at this one and then that one. Finally, she put her little hands on her hips with an air of dominance and declared, "Adults make choices, but children want it all!"
Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Peng, Ruanruan acknowledges all three of you grandpas!
Xiao Ruanruan has no psychological burden about this. Her biological grandfather passed away relatively early, and she has never met him in either her past or present life. So she thinks that having a few more grandfathers is actually quite nice!
Elder Yan, Elder Huang, and Elder Peng exchanged glances.
Then, Old Man Yan, who was holding Little Ruanruan, carefully put her aside. "Little Ruanruan, you stay here and don't come over later."
After giving his instructions, he gently patted Xiao Ruanruan's head, and then strode back to Old Huang and Old Peng's side with great pride.
Little Softie was curious about what they were trying to do by making such a big fuss.
Then the three men, their faces red and necks thick, started arguing. "I'm the oldest, I'm the great-grandfather, you two are just younger brothers!"
"Pah! What's so great about comparing ages? I'm the fastest runner, I'm the great-grandfather!"
"Pah, that dog can run fast too, why don't you let the dog be the grandpa?"
Little Softie: ……
She had the illusion that Grandpa Yan was scolding her as a dog.
“What’s the point of comparing age and speed? Since we’re all medical students, let’s compare medical skills. Whoever has the best medical skills will be the great-grandfather!” The other two agreed with Old Peng’s suggestion.
But then a problem arises: to compete in medical skills, one must first have patients. Where do they find patients?
Soon, all three of them turned their gazes to Qiu Shun.
Qiu Shun shuddered involuntarily under the dangerous gazes of the three men.
Old Yan beckoned to him, "Young man surnamed Qiu, come here for a moment!"
Qiu Shun's eyes twitched. Although he was a little scared, he wouldn't dare offend these three even if he had the guts. So even though his legs were trembling, he obediently walked over.
"Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"
Old Yan, Old Huang, and Old Peng, three men whose combined age is three hundred, like neighborhood bullies harassing a child, all put their arms around Qiu Shun's shoulders.
"Kid, I heard you're pretty good at it?"
"You just heard us say that the three of us were going to have a medical competition, but there are no patients here right now."
"We'll give you two choices: either you become our patient, or you go out and bring back a few patients for us."
Little Softie: ……
She helplessly rubbed her forehead with her fair and tender little hands. No wonder Brother Gu Chen said that the three of them were like old children, and the kind of particularly naughty and unruly kids.
They even came up with the idea of having Uncle Qiu Shun turn himself into a patient, or to go and capture patients.
Really...
She twirled over on her short legs, and very fairly tugged at the hems of the three men's clothes with her little hands. Then, she looked up at them with her cute little face and said, "Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Peng, you don't need to go through all this trouble of catching patients to compete in medical skills. You can just play rock-paper-scissors to decide the winner, and the winner can be a soft, gentle grandpa!"
The three stroked their beards and nodded. "Yes, what our dear granddaughter said makes perfect sense. We'll listen to her."
Qiu Shun cast a grateful glance at Xiao Ruanruan.
Little Softie initially thought she had come up with a great idea, until...
The scene of Sister Sisi and the little boy playing rock-paper-scissors before her was playing out again.
The rock-paper-scissors game between the three elderly people went from a single game to a best-of-three series, then to a best-of-five series, and finally to a best-of-one-hundred-sixty-one series.
Little Ruanruan and Uncle Qiu Shun squatted side by side, the two of them holding their faces in the same posture, watching the three old children playing with increasing enthusiasm and blushing faces.
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