Lu Zhengguo refused: "Granddaughter-in-law, please sit down. There's no reason for you to make tea. And why call me Grandpa Lu? Just call me Grandpa."
Song Yiren glared at him: "Lu Zhengguo, watch your mouth!"
"Without a matchmaker or betrothal, what's with calling him 'Grandpa'? I haven't even met your Lu Zhaolin yet."
"If you keep talking like that, we're leaving!"
Seeing his angry expression, Lu Zhengguo wisely shut up.
Okay, okay, I won't yell randomly.
He thought the two children were a good match, and Song Qinghe was also well-educated and reasonable.
That's why we call it that directly.
However, the Song family has many rules, and Song Yiren is an old-fashioned person, while Song Yanli is a little old-fashioned.
What he said makes some sense; everything should be done according to the rules.
Lu Zhengguo said, "Then let's call him Grandpa Lu for now. When Lu Zhaolin comes back, you can test him and see if he's up to the task."
"If it's feasible, let's just arrange their marriage."
"The two kids are getting on in years, this is the perfect age for them to get married."
Lu Zhengguo was very anxious, which was why Lu Zhaolin wasn't by his side.
If he were by his side, he would probably urge Lu Zhaolin to submit a marriage application immediately.
Why isn't he hurrying to marry such a wonderful girl?
The Song family remained silent, completely ignoring his words.
Clearly, they wouldn't speak a word until they met Lu Zhaolin.
Don't even think about it.
Everyone kept their eyes down, pretending not to hear a word.
Lu Zhengguo didn't feel embarrassed at all and still had a cheerful look on his face.
Seeing this scene before her, Song Qinghe couldn't help but want to laugh for some reason.
Hurry up and go to the side to make some tea; laughing out loud wouldn't be in line with your persona.
Xiao Chen had just put down his luggage and was about to get busy when Song Qinghe beat him to it.
When Song Qinghe did these things, her movements were graceful, skillful, and efficient, clearly indicating that she was used to doing them.
Fetch water, boil water, brew tea.
These actions made the Song family extremely distressed.
In the past, Song Qinghe always had someone to wait on her hand and foot at home; she had never done these things herself before.
It's clear what kind of hardships they've endured during their time in the countryside.
Cui Mingzhen quickly went over and said, "Xiao He, go and rest. I'll take care of these things."
Song Qinghe paused for a moment: "Mom, I can do it. You sit down and rest for a bit. You don't look very well. You've been suffering more than me these days."
We need to think of a way to properly nourish them, like providing them with spiritual spring water.
The moment Song Qinghe met them, she had already decided that she would treat them as her own family, and she would not be ambiguous about it.
If she doesn't treat them well, how is she any different from that ingrate Song Yaoyao?
I wonder how Song Yaoyao and Sun Zhiyuan are doing, and whether the bad luck charm has worn off.
I'll have to ask Yuanbao about it later.
Cui Mingzhen wanted to say something more, but Song Qinghe pushed her back, firmly preventing her from making a move.
It's just making tea; it's something that can be done quickly and doesn't require much effort at all.
He quickly took the teapot and walked towards the stone table.
Lu Zhengguo was still peddling his wares, boasting, "Old Song, let me tell you, my grandson is really outstanding. He's already a battalion commander at such a young age."
"Although you're not quite as good as I was when I was young, you're still one of the best among the young people!"
"He has both good looks and talent. You'll see when we meet again."
"Grandpa, what are you doing here—"
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