Chapter 352 Braised Pork Knuckle
Lan Xinyan personally cooked dumplings with her three children.
Shen Baohua took a walk in the yard with his son.
“Dad, you should come to our house more often. Look how happy the children are,” Shen Zhiye said, holding out his hand. “Where’s my gift?”
"No." Shen Baohua ignored him completely.
“No way,” Shen Zhiye said shamelessly, walking around to the old man’s side and reaching out his hand again. “I want one too. I’m a child in front of you. If they have one, I have to have one too.”
Shen Baohua was momentarily stunned.
It's as if I can see a seven or eight-year-old boy confidently asking me for pocket money.
What did he do back then?
He raised his hand and lightly patted Shen Zhiye's palm. "I have no money."
Shen Zhiye chuckled, "Then I have money, I'll order some for you."
Shen Baohua couldn't hold back and laughed, cursing, "You brat."
Shen Zhiye's eyes immediately reddened.
After his mother passed away, his father became increasingly quiet and never scolded him with a smile like that again.
Shen Baohua glanced at his son, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.
They are my own children, how could I not love them?
"Alright, stop crying. I'll bring you some next time." Shen Baohua turned to look at the pond. "Are these the fish that Buyu raised?"
“To be precise, my daughter and I raised them together,” Shen Zhiye said, picking up a box of fish food. “My daughter asks me to help feed them when she needs something.”
"They're doing well, just like little pigs." Old Master Shen reached out and sprinkled some fish food on the ground. "What's going on between Buyu and that grandson of Old Master Si?"
“Sigh, don’t even mention it,” Shen Zhiye said, feeling upset as he talked about it. “I shouldn’t have entrusted my daughter to those two unreliable boys.”
Shen Baohua has lived for so many years, he can tell what's going on.
But what's done is done, and the outcome is what it is; there's no point in dwelling on the past.
"Men should marry when they are of age and women should marry when they are of age. Besides, they are just dating, there's nothing wrong with that."
"Oh, you're so old-fashioned and conservative, yet you can still say something like that. That's quite impressive." Shen Zhiye was momentarily carried away.
"You brat, you deserve a beating." Shen Baohua gave him a cold look. "That grandson of Old Man Si is not bad, he's someone worth entrusting your life to. It's also good for Buyu. Let's start dating."
He has met many people, and some people's affection can be faked, even their eyes can be acted out with a degree of authenticity.
But subconscious body movements cannot lie.
He saw it clearly yesterday.
The boy noticed every subtle movement of the silent girl.
She glanced up slightly, and Si Jingxu knew exactly what to do.
“You’re quite observant,” Shen Zhiye said sourly. “Keep talking. I don’t plan to let my daughter get married early. I want to keep her for a few more years.”
“Of course,” Shen Baohua agreed with his son. “We can’t let the Si Zhendong family benefit.”
The father and son reached an agreement on this matter very happily.
"Grandpa, Dad, dinner's ready!" Shen Buyu jogged over.
"Slower."
"Slower."
Shen Buyu winked playfully at Shen Zhiye, it seemed the two of them had been chatting quite well in the short time.
Shen Zhiye patted Shen Buyu's head, then turned to the old man and said, "Is the child alright?"
Shen Baohua looked at his granddaughter carefully again and said, very much in accordance with his heart, "Good, very good."
They are a family related by blood, and they care about each other.
The atmosphere during the meal was far more lively than before.
The old man's persona as having a grumpy face but a soft heart was confirmed, and more topics about him appeared at the dinner table.
"Grandpa, please try this braised pork knuckle. It's been stewing since early this morning, and I'm already drooling over it as soon as it's served." Shen Buyu's eyes were bright.
"You eat," Shen Baohua gestured for her to use her chopsticks.
"Dad, please try this first. I know you love braised pork knuckle, and this dish was made by Xinyan herself." Shen Zhiye poured his father a glass of wine. "Try your daughter-in-law's cooking."
Shen Baohua pondered for a moment, wondering where this misunderstanding came from. He didn't like braised pork knuckle.
But still, to be polite, I picked up a piece with my chopsticks and commented, "Not bad."
Lan Xinyan was quite satisfied; in fact, her father-in-law was a good person.
I just didn't know his character before, and I always thought he didn't like me, so I didn't want to upset the old man.
After his grandfather took a bite of the braised pork knuckle, Shen Buyu also picked up his chopsticks.
"Mom! It's so delicious! It melts in your mouth, it's fatty but not greasy, and the lean meat isn't dry either. It's so fragrant."
Her praise was warm and affectionate, which made Lan Xinyan very happy.
Grandpa Shen ate a few more bites of other dishes, but didn't touch the braised pork knuckle.
Shen Zhiye kept urging, "Eat as much as you like, don't be shy."
Shen Baohua frowned slightly. "I'm not embarrassed. I just don't like pork knuckle."
Upon hearing this, everyone at the dinner table fell silent.
Don't like it?
That doesn't make sense.
It's perfectly normal to go to someone's house for dinner; there's always a braised pork knuckle on the menu.
The old man noticed their questions and glanced at Chen Buyu, saying, "Because you love braised pork knuckle. The first dish you ate at your first meal at Grandpa's house was braised pork knuckle."
The eight-year-old boy timidly held his second grandson's hand, his bright eyes not daring to look around.
He called out "Grandpa" and then kept his head down fiddling with the buttons on his clothes.
Even at mealtimes, I'm hesitant to touch my chopsticks.
Later, her second grandson served her a lot of food before she finally took her first bite.
It's braised pork knuckle.
Even today, Shen Baohua still remembers how the child's eyebrows would slightly rise and his chewing speed would increase when he ate the braised pork knuckle.
So whenever the young girl came to his house for dinner, he would always ask the kitchen to prepare a braised pork knuckle.
For more than ten years, it has never changed.
After listening, Shen Buyu was filled with self-reproach for his slow reaction.
"Grandpa, what do you think of cicadas?" She already had the answer in her mind, but she still wanted to hear what her grandfather had to say.
"Cicadas, how fun!" the old man said.
They had a hard childhood and didn't have much money to buy toys.
Climbing trees with his friends to catch cicadas was a special memory of his childhood summers.
It can fly and makes a sound when squeezed; it's much more fun than a toy.
Shen Buyu understood; she really deserved to die.
No need to ask, Grandpa cut down the tree because he was afraid they would fall.
"So you cut down the tree because you were afraid we'd fall?" Shen Yunqi couldn't help but ask.
Grandpa Shen glared at him, "You're such a big guy, and you expect your sister to catch you under the tree? If you actually fell on her, you'd be smashed into a pancake."
Shen Yunqi coughed lightly, "How could that be? I know what I'm doing. I was just teasing her."
Shen Buyu poked at the rice in her bowl with teary eyes.
She had misunderstood her grandfather for so many years.
"Don't cry," Shen Yanzhou handed over a handkerchief from the side and said softly, "It's not your fault at all. Just like between you and me, too little communication leads to too many misunderstandings. Fortunately, it's not too late."
This matter cannot be blamed on the younger sister.
Grandpa had a strange personality, and it wasn't just towards her.
The whole family thinks this way about him, so it's impossible to pin the blame on his sister.
"I can only say that Grandpa likes you a little more," Shen Yanzhou said with a smile.
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