"Grandpa, damn grandpa, you are creating family conflicts by doing this, do you know that?!" Shen Zhihuan stood up and pulled the two of them to sit down.

While talking, he also brought a fruit plate of fresh longans in front of the two of them.

"Has that troublemaker arrived?" Old Master Shen stared at Shen Zhihuan.

In the past, as long as Shen Zhihuan didn't have classes, Zhang Fengxia would stay at home with her and would never let his beloved granddaughter be alone at home with a big belly.

"Grandpa, don't say that. It's not good if my parents-in-law hear it!" Shen Zhihuan reminded in a low voice.

If you put yourself in her shoes, if anyone dares to scold the little meat ball, she will fight him to the death.

"Promising!" Old Master Chu sneered.

"Grandpa, this is for the stability of the family, the harmony of society, and the future of the motherland. It has nothing to do with success or failure." Shen Zhihuan smiled and peeled a longan and stuffed it into Grandpa Chu's mouth.

Su Lixiu was ill right now, and if she didn't hire her, she was afraid she would blackmail her...

The best way now is to stay as far away from her as possible and not give her any chance to scam you.

Shen Zhihuan stuffed the peeled longan into Grandpa Shen's mouth and glanced at the gate of Courtyard No. 1. "Grandpa, Su Lixiu is sick now. We can't afford to offend her."

The three of them looked at each other.

Mr. Shen nodded first to show that he understood.

Mr. Chu glanced at Mr. Shen but didn't express his opinion.

But judging from his expression, he was probably swearing in his heart.

Shen Zhihuan turned around and went back to the house and brought out a big grapefruit, "Grandpa, come here, this task is for you."

Mr. Chu's cloudy eyes brightened slightly, "Do you like sour food now?"

There was also a hint of brightness between Mr. Shen's eyebrows.

When Shen Zhihuan saw their expressions, he knew what they were thinking.

She chuckled, "This grapefruit is sweet."

Mr. Chu coughed lightly, "If it's sour, I'll throw it away."

Shen Zhihuan was too lazy to expose their little thoughts.

The gender of the tadpole is determined the moment the tadpole and the egg meet. How could its gender change just by eating something sour?

In his previous life, Shen Zhihuan often saw comments about gender transfer and change in the late stages of pregnancy, and he really wanted to laugh.

Men and women have different organs, how can they be transferred? How can they be changed?

Performing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?! It’s OK for uneducated country women, but the key is that there are many highly educated intellectuals who firmly believe in this.

What else is there? The end of science is metaphysics.

No matter how mysterious it is, it can't be "created out of nothing" in the late pregnancy, right? ! "My dear granddaughter, do you have a lot of schoolwork recently?" Grandpa Shen changed the subject calmly.

"I'm fine. Is there anything wrong?" Shen Zhihuan turned his head and looked at Mr. Shen.

"In a few days, experts from the United States will come. If you have time, you can go with them to take a look and practice your spoken pronunciation." Mr. Shen spoke tentatively.

They knew about the translation of the original text.

But written translation and conversational translation are two different things.

Written translation, if you don’t understand, you can look up an English dictionary.

If a conversation is not understood or the translation is not done well, it is bound to cause laughter.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.

Especially for foreign languages, if you want to learn them well, you still have to listen more and practice more.

This is a rare learning opportunity.

Shen Zhihuan looked embarrassed, "I wasted too much time recently..."

The implication is that there is no time to delay any longer.

As a person who would rather sit than stand, and would rather lie down than sit, she could not bear the pain of sitting upright.

"The reception we have is according to state banquet standards." Old Master Chu lowered his head and ate his pomelo without raising his head.

"What a promising future!" Old Master Shen glared at Shen Zhihuan.

As the three were chatting, the sound of a door opening was heard in Courtyard No. 1.

The three of them looked over subconsciously.

He immediately met Liu Wenbin's inquiring gaze.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Chu." A smile instantly appeared on his face.

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at Su Lixiu beside him, suggesting that she call for help.

Su Lixiu, who realized it later, turned her head and called out.

Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu nodded slightly in agreement.

Shen Zhihuan pretended to be casual and glanced at Su Lixiu, who looked in good spirits.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

It looks like it's nothing serious.

Otherwise, I can't be so calm.

A thought suddenly flashed through Shen Zhihuan's mind...

Could it be that Su Lixiu's family bribed the head of the gynecology department and pretended that the situation was not good? !

Once this thought came up, I couldn't suppress it.

Thinking of the melon and fruit peels scattered on the ground today and the two big bowls of rice at noon...

Shen Zhihuan became more and more suspicious.

In the evening, Su Lixiu still had a big bowl of chicken soup and two bowls of rice...

"Wife, can I get you another bowl of soup?" Seeing that his wife had no appetite, Su Ziyu frowned.

"No, I'm full." Shen Zhihuan put down his bowl and chopsticks.

I don’t know if it’s because I ate too much grapefruit in the afternoon or for some other reason, but Shen Zhihuan had no appetite at all.

Ever since she got pregnant with the little meat ball, she could drink a bowl of soup and eat half a bowl of rice no matter how poor her appetite was. But tonight, she only ate half a bowl of rice.

This hasn't happened for a long time.

"Second Aunt, can you accompany me to watch cartoons?" Little Qiping had been waiting by the side. When he saw Shen Zhihuan put down her bowl and chopsticks, he rushed in front of her.

"Okay!" Shen Zhihuan smiled and scratched Xiao Qiping's nose, then stood up and pulled him to the living room.

Su Ziyu looked at his young wife's back and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Second Aunt, when will my uncle come?" Little Qiping leaned in Shen Zhihuan's arms.

"What's wrong? Do you miss your uncle?" Shen Zhihuan took an orange from the coffee table, peeled it, and handed it to Xiao Qiping.

Xiao Qiping nodded hurriedly.

"Then how about we go pick up your uncle from school the day after tomorrow afternoon?"

"Okay!" Xiao Qiping was very happy.

Although there were many children nearby, little Qiping just couldn't play with them.

"Uncle? Has Xiao Qiping's uncle also come to Beijing?" Su Lixiu looked at Zhou Xiuqiao in confusion.

But she had met the Zhou family in the town not long ago.

And isn’t Zhou Xiuqiao’s good-for-nothing brother still calling her an ungrateful bastard? “Xiao Qiping was talking about Xiao Weidong.” Zhou Xiuqiao explained with a smile.

Su Lixiu curled the corners of her mouth.

Little Weidong is Little Weidong, and also Little Uncle...

Even the smallest kid will flatter someone else.

"Sister-in-law, I met your mother and your brother in town a few days ago. Your mother said that you haven't written a letter back since you came to the capital for so long. Your brother is about to get married, and he doesn't know where to inform you." Su Lixiu said with a wry smile.