"A refrigerator and two boxes of collector's edition fine wine." Yu Jingyan stretched out his hand, first making a one, then a two.

"Hunting animals along the mountains, whoever sees it gets a share." Shen Zhihuan grinned.

Yu Jingyan: “…”

It's true that people from the same family stick together!

Neither of these two is a good person.

"I won't share your refrigerator with you. Just give me those two boxes of collector's edition wine." Shen Zhihuan showed his little white teeth.

Yu Jingyan: “…”

Should he also thank her for leaving the big thing to him? ! "Oh! By the way! Political Commissar Yu, you know a lot of people, can you help me borrow a dulcimer?" Shen Zhihuan thought for a moment.

Writing is too childish.

The point is, in such a lively occasion, she brought out a table to write, what a spoiler! "You can also play the yangqin?" Yu Jingyan's eyes widened suddenly.

"I know a little bit." Shen Zhihuan smiled modestly.

Not afraid of being exposed at all.

after all……

In the original owner's memory, Xi Yu'an could play many musical instruments.

As for the skills...

The person is no longer alive, so there is no way to verify it.

Moreover, most of the space in the room where he lived was occupied by musical instruments.

This is an indisputable fact.

"Is there anything you don't know?" Yu Jingyan's eyes widened.

"No?" Shen Zhihuan pretended to think for a moment, "That's a long story."

Yu Jingyan: "Then let's make it short."

"I can't do this, and I can't do that." Shen Zhihuan burst out laughing.

Yu Jingyan: "..." .The largest courtyard in the compound Zhao Yanran was so angry that she punched the soft Simmons mattress several times.

Liu Chunhua...

She really didn't expect that she would come back alive.

"Waste!" Zhao Yanran cursed in a low voice.

Last time, she said that killing him would put an end to all the problems, but he refused to listen.

What he said was that just send it far away.

It's ok now!

Zhao Yanran gritted her teeth and punched the Simmons mattress a few more times in anger.

"Yanran, come out for dinner!" A gentle female voice came from outside the door.

"Auntie Wang, I understand. I'll be out right away!" Zhao Yanran responded in a soft voice.

After looking herself in the dressing mirror and making sure there was nothing wrong, Zhao Yanran opened the door and walked out.

When Zhao Yanran saw the people sitting at the dinner table, her dark eyes suddenly lit up and she rushed over happily.

"Grandpa, why are you back so early today?"

Sitting in the main seat, a man in a Zhongshan suit had traces of time on his face. Although he was thin, he was very tall and straight, giving people a feeling of being tall and majestic, especially his bright eyes without any turbidity, which sparkled with a vigorous light.

"There's not much to do today, so I came back early." Old Master Zhao's voice was low and hoarse, revealing an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"It's almost dark now, and only you two, grandfather and grandson, think it's still early." Sun Sijun, who was helping nanny Wang Ma to set the dishes, said with a smile.

After serving the last dish to the table, Aunt Wang quickly returned to the kitchen.

Zhao Yanran obediently helped Mr. Zhao and Sun Sijun serve soup.

"I heard from Xiao Li that you have also prepared a program?" Mr. Zhao picked up the soup and took a sip.

"Well! I'm going to dance the solo dance that Teacher Rong taught me before." Zhao Yanran curled her lips, her tone carrying the cuteness of a little girl.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I will definitely work hard." Zhao Yanran nodded.

She didn't know whether to respect her grandfather more or to be more afraid of him.

Anyway, we just can't get close.

"Yanran, eat more and don't listen to your grandpa. Just do your best in everything. There's no need to be the best in everything!" Sun Sijun picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put it into Zhao Yanran's bowl.

"Hmm!" Zhao Yanran looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the bowl and frowned slightly.

I really don’t know why my grandparents like to eat tomatoes so much. Every day they either have scrambled eggs with tomatoes, tomato dumpling soup, or tomato beef brisket. Even when they cook noodles, they have to cut a tomato into them.

Are sour tomatoes really that delicious?!

Zhao Yanran really couldn't understand.

At first, she thought that the nanny Wang Ma was being lazy and only chose convenient and simple dishes to cook. Later, she found out that it was her grandparents who specifically instructed her to do so.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

There must be a tomato dish every day.

Even if you only make one dish and one soup, tomatoes are indispensable.

What’s even funnier is that other people’s yards are full of flowers and plants, but their yards are full of messy seasonal vegetables.

Especially tomatoes...

"You have to show up that day!" Old Master Zhao looked at Sun Sijun.

"I know!" Sun Sijun sighed.

"Oh, by the way! When you go, remember to bring my painting of Snow Scene with you." Mr. Zhao picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stuffed it into his mouth with chopsticks.

"You've said it eight hundred times." Sun Sijun picked up two servings of scrambled eggs with tomato and put them into Mr. Zhao's bowl.

As a courtesy, Mr. Zhao also put a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into Sun Sijun's bowl.

Zhao Yanran struggled with her thoughts for a while before she mustered up the courage to say, "Grandpa, a classmate of mine has a brother who wants to..."

"Yanran." Old Master Zhao interrupted her coldly.

Zhao Yanran was so scared that she tightened her grip on the chopsticks.

Seeing that her granddaughter was frightened, Sun Sijun glared at Mr. Zhao and said, "Just talk, why are you yelling?"

Mr. Zhao put down his bowl and chopsticks, looking serious, "The people give us power so that we can work better, not to satisfy the selfish desires of individuals."

"Yanran, you are not a child anymore. You need to know what to do and what not to do, who you can associate with and who you can't associate with."

Zhao Yanran bit her lower lip and nodded weakly.

Seeing that the atmosphere had cooled, Sun Sijun glared at Mr. Zhao and came out to smooth things over, "Oh! By the way! Yanran, your Aunt Wu's nephew is over 1.8 meters tall and is a researcher. He is a gentle and polite young man and seems to have a good temper."

"And your Aunt Chen's nephew, who is also over 1.8 meters tall, used to be the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 82nd Army. He retired due to an injury and is now the director of the Cotton Mill."

"And your uncle Zhou's nephew is now the commander of the Second Battalion of the 82nd Army. That young man looks very energetic..."

"Grandma, I don't want to look for her." Zhao Yanran felt upset when she heard this.

Every day it’s either this person’s nephew or that person’s nephew.

If she has to choose someone to marry, she hopes that person is Zhou Xiaodong.

But she couldn't say this.

She originally thought that now that Liu Chunhua had disappeared, she could stand by Zhou Xiaodong's side openly.

Who would have thought...

waste!

"Yanran, do you already have someone you like?" Sun Sijun asked tentatively.

In the past, when she was asked to see a date, she would always cooperate actively.

Now suddenly he says he doesn’t want to look for it anymore.

She couldn't think of any other possibility except that he had a lover.