"Second brother! You're so mean."
He suddenly made her sit on his shoulders and spun her around two or three times, almost scaring her out of her wits.
"Alright, Chunhe, quickly put Wanwan down, don't scare her."
Yunping gently patted Lu Chunhe's arm, then turned around and hurried to find Lu Jingxing to help with the luggage.
The scene was lively.
Two more luxury cars have arrived in the village. How could the villagers not be overjoyed?
Even if it's not your own car, you can still look at other people's cars!
It doesn't affect the enjoyment.
After An Wan regained her footing, she saw He Sichen get out of the first car.
Then he helped an elderly person out of the car.
"Ah!" Seeing a cloud of black mist above the old man's head, she was so frightened that she took a step back and bumped into Lu Zhili.
"Little sister, what's wrong?" He helped her up, enduring the pain in his foot from her stepping on it.
"It's okay, go help me get the things." An Wan forgot to apologize, hurriedly walked behind Lu Jiayan, and pushed him into the house first.
There were too many people outside, completely surrounding him, and I was worried he might be pushed over.
She didn't even realize that she had stepped on Lu Zhili's foot.
Poor him, all he could do was pout and blink, watching her departing figure with longing eyes.
"Big brother—"
Lu Yanshu squeezed through the crowd with his schoolbag on his back and realized that Lu Jingxing and the others had returned.
I saw two cars parked in front of my house from a distance at the village entrance, with dozens of people watching.
He was so frightened that he thought something terrible had happened at home.
I rushed home.
Seeing that it was Lu Jingxing's older brothers who had returned, he finally felt relieved.
"Yanshu, come inside first. You're covered in sweat. Go wipe yourself clean and rest for a while."
Seeing her youngest son return home safely, Yunping breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked over quickly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She worries about her youngest son's commute to and from school every day.
He was afraid that a kidnapper would steal him away.
If he's just sold to someone else to be raised as their son, that's not so bad. At least he's still healthy and alive, and one day they'll be able to find him.
But I'm afraid bad guys might deliberately cripple him or even kill him.
Now that he's ten years old, no one would want to buy him as a son, but they could break his arms and legs and throw him into a big city to beg.
This kind of thing was rampant in previous years, but fortunately the country took it seriously and intensified its crackdown, and the situation has improved in recent years.
Then Lu Jingxing and He Sichen and their group entered the house.
Only by closing the courtyard could they keep dozens of villagers out.
The two middle-aged drivers carried several bags of luggage into the house and then drove away from Lujia Village in two luxury cars.
An Wan brewed a pot of hot tea, poured it into several glasses, and presented them to He Sichen and his grandfather.
She called out sweetly, "Brother Sichen, Grandpa, please have some tea."
She glanced at He Sichen's grandfather, who was about seventy years old and had half of his hair turned white.
But he is about 1.75 meters tall and looks quite strong.
He seemed quite energetic, not like someone who was sick.
Then why is there that black mist above his head?
"This little girl has such a sweet tongue, hahaha—" Grandpa He looked at An Wan, whose face was already a bit chubby, and took a liking to the child at first sight.
"You must be Wanwan! Your brother has been praising you the whole way in the car."
“Grandpa He, I’m Wanwan. Hehehe…” An Wan revealed her sweet dimples.
She turned around and brought over the osmanthus cake, giving the first piece to Grandpa He. "This is osmanthus cake that my mom and I made. It's delicious, Grandpa He, please have a bite."
"Hahaha..." Seeing the soft and cute An Wan, Grandpa He stroked his beard, opened his mouth and took a bite of the osmanthus cake in her hand.
A refreshing sweetness filled my mouth.
This gave him a jolt, and his eyes lit up.
"Delicious, delicious, delicious!" Grandpa He exclaimed three times. He took two bites but hadn't even completely crushed the osmanthus cake before swallowing it whole.
Suddenly, he snatched the half-piece of osmanthus cake from An Wan's hand.
After finishing his meal, he felt completely refreshed and leaned back in his chair with a strange smile.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Is osmanthus cake really that delicious?" He Sichen noticed that his grandfather was suddenly acting strangely.
Isn't osmanthus cake a very common treat?
How could something be so delicious that it would make Grandpa forget his image and manners?
"Delicious, delicious." Grandpa He praised it twice more, then sat up abruptly, reached out with both hands to grab the plate of osmanthus cakes on the table, grabbed a piece in each hand, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Even An Wan was frightened.
Not to mention Yunping and Lu Jingxing and the others.
Lu Jingxing, in particular, had been riding in the same car with Grandpa He the whole way, and he was well aware of the old man's excellent upbringing and manners.
Why did they rush to eat such ordinary osmanthus cake as soon as they entered the house?
The He family is rich. They've eaten all sorts of expensive Western pastries, not to mention osmanthus cake.
Grandpa He ate six or seven pieces before stopping, because he was really full; otherwise, he could have eaten a few more.
"I'm sorry, you must have seen this. The osmanthus cake was delicious. Wanwan, you and your mother are really good at making things."
It's not just that it tastes good, but more importantly, it makes you feel very comfortable all over after eating it.
"I'm glad Grandpa He likes it." As soon as An Wan saw his face become rosier, she knew that it was because she had added a drop of spiritual spring water to the osmanthus cake, which had a special effect.
No one can resist the magic spring water.
It was probably because eating pastries containing spiritual spring water made him feel very comfortable that Old Master He couldn't control his behavior just now.
She wasn't worried that He Sichen and Grandpa He would find out what was in her osmanthus cake.
Who would believe that the "spiritual spring water" story is true?
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