After Grandpa Yan finished speaking, he asked Wu Xingmin, who was standing not far away, to help him back to his room.

Grandma Yan sighed and followed him back to his room.

Wu Xingmin sent the old man back to his room and returned to the living room.

"Zilan, let's go. I'll take you home."

"I won't leave! Grandpa was just angry. How could he really chase me away?"

"Zi Lan, please don't embarrass me, your uncle Wu. I am just following orders."

Father Yan glanced at Wu Xingmin and saw him nod seriously. He knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter and the old man would no longer compromise with his granddaughter.

Yan Zilan refused to get up. Although Wu Xingmin had been with the old man for more than ten or twenty years and was almost like their biological uncle, he was ultimately a man from a different family and it was not convenient to touch her.

In the end, Yan Ziyuan stood up, picked her up with one hand, and threw her outside the yard.

"Yan Ziyuan, I am your elder sister, and you treat me like this just for a woman who hasn't even married yet?"

"My eldest sister? Ha~ what a bullshit."

"If my wife hadn't stopped me today, I would have taught you a lesson!"

If he looked at Yan Zilan one more time, he would be reminded of the slander and defamation she had just leveled against Xiao Yu.

So he ignored her struggle and turned around and went straight into the house.

"Ziyuan, go investigate who your elder sister has been in contact with during this period of time."

After all, she is his own daughter, and Father Yan knows her temper very well.

Although sometimes his mind is not very clear, he speaks without considering the occasion and is a bit willful and capricious.

But logically speaking, she shouldn't know what was going on in Song Fuyu's family.

In fact, not many people in the Yan family knew about this matter.

Even her eldest son Yan Zijun, who was a brigade commander in the army, was not quite aware that her father was in prison for murder, because after discussing with his father, he decided to conceal it by some means.

Therefore, the fact that Yan Zilan knew it so clearly was itself something worthy of suspicion.

But Song Fuyu and Yu Anqi were present just now, so although Yan's father had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to ask.

Moreover, in the situation just now, based on his understanding of Yan Zilan, she would definitely not admit it, let alone reveal how she got the information.

"I don't..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Fuyu pulled at the hem of his clothes.

"Okay, I'll go!"

"Uncle, aunt, you guys chat with Ziyuan. I'm going to the kitchen to help Sister Liu."

Seeing that the father and son seemed to have something to say, Song Fuyu immediately stood up.

"Mrs. Liu is busy, so I don't need your help."

"good!"

Song Fuyu touched his shaved head and went to the kitchen.

Mrs. Liu has been working in the Yan family for ten years, and this is the first time she has seen such a situation. She was so scared that she stayed in the kitchen and dared not go out.

"Mrs. Liu, have you prepared the ingredients for tonight?"

"I prepared some of it. My hands were shaking just now, so I was a little slow in cutting the vegetables."

It is understandable that Mrs. Liu would have such emotions; after all, she is just an ordinary woman.

"What do grandpa and grandma like to eat?"

"The chief prefers noodles with soup, while Auntie Tao prefers rice. But most of the time the chief caters to Auntie Tao's taste and eats rice with her."

"But the chief is so angry today, I'm not sure if he will come out for dinner."

Sister Liu told her what Grandpa Yan did when he got angry in the past. To put it simply, he would refuse to eat out of spite.

Sure enough, his temper is similar to that of a child, and his actions after getting angry are also similar.

Song Fuyu glanced at the ingredients on the stove and said, "Mrs. Liu, it's getting late now. You continue to prepare the rest of the ingredients and I'll cook."

"Comrade Xiao Song, how can this be allowed? You are a guest, how can I allow you to do this?"

"It's okay. It's almost half past five now. You got scared today. By the time the food is ready, it will be completely dark."

Liu Cui thought about it and gave up the seat in front of the stove.

After asking about the ingredients that would be prepared next, Song Fuyu planned the dishes to be cooked in the evening in his mind.

Prepare to make egg tofu, minced meat and winter melon, vermicelli and cabbage, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a lotus and fresh vegetable soup.

While the soup was boiling, she took an egg and a tomato, and asked Sister Liu to scoop some flour to cook a dumpling soup for Grandpa Yan.

The old man must be very angry today. I will make him some easy-to-eat pasta to help him calm down.

After all, on one side is his biological granddaughter, and on the other side is himself, who can be said to have nothing to do with him for the time being.

They had only been together for such a short time, but she was already very satisfied that Grandpa Yan could do so much for her.

Although there was the unexpected incident of Yan Zilan, the attitude of the Yan family made her feel that it was worthwhile to invest.

I am afraid of those elders who are single-minded and stand firmly on the side of their family no matter what happens. That is terrifying.

"Comrade Xiao Song, your cooking skills are really good. Just by smelling it, it tastes better than what I make."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sister Liu. It's just that I am good at these dishes and I cook them more often. When it comes to cooking, you are the best. Ziyuan has always praised your cooking to me and said that every time he eats in the canteen in the army, he thinks of your cooking skills."

When Mrs. Liu heard her straightforward compliment, her face turned red with shyness.

"Comrade Xiao Song, you are really good at talking."

"It's not about being able to speak, it's about being true because it's the truth."

She also ate the dishes cooked by Mrs. Liu yesterday and today at noon, and they were really good.

"Xiao Yu, why do you want to cook for yourself?"

Yan Ziyuan, who was just sitting in the living room, knew it was his wife's cooking just by smelling the aroma.

"Yes, I made some dumpling soup for grandpa."

"The task of coaxing him out of the room is now left to you. I have already laid the preliminary foundation for you."

"No problem. If the old man doesn't come out, I'll break the door open and carry him out."

"You think today's fire isn't burning bright enough, so you're going to add another one, right?"