Chapter 232 Poor Little Cabbage
Chen Guoqing first listened to Song Mo's explanation, and then listened to his granddaughter's support. Only then did he realize that he had been thinking in the wrong way.
Seeing the brat's red and swollen eyes, and thinking about how depressed he was just finding out that his biological mother was gone, one can imagine how the balance in my heart quickly tilted.
His attitude softened and he said, "Please accept my condolences. Everyone must die sooner or later. If the living live well, their relatives in the afterlife will be very happy. By the way, do you want to go back and pay tribute to the old man in a few days?"
Song Mo nodded and said, "Yes!"
"Don't worry, wait for me for a few days, and I will go back with you to pay tribute to your mother-in-law. By the way, don't call me the chief when no one is around. Just call me grandpa like Ke Xin does."
Song Mo was shocked. The old leader wanted to pay tribute to his mother in person?
This means treating the young daughter-in-law as his own granddaughter and also recognizing himself as his grandson-in-law.
With deep emotion in my heart, I shouted: "Grandpa..."
"That's right. I know Ke Xin's parents, right? I'm looking for allies, and you must say a few good words for me when the time comes."
"Grandpa, my parents-in-law are very nice people. I will help."
This time, calling him grandpa was obviously more comfortable, and there was also a strong sense of attachment.
The old man immediately smiled with satisfaction, "Good!"
In fact, ever since Chen Guoqing discovered that Wen Kexin looked like his wife, he remembered that he had sent his son to live with his cousin named Wen.
Later, he finally had time to find his son and went to the village where his cousin lived again, only to find that the entire village had been destroyed by artillery shells.
I heard that everyone in the village died.
He always thought that his son and cousin's entire family had been burned to death.
When he saw that Wen Kexin looked like his wife, he asked his orderly to call someone to investigate and learned that the girl's home was also in Pingshan County.
Taiping Town is not far from the village where my cousin used to live.
Could it be that my cousin and his entire family escaped?
The son is not dead either?
He wanted to go back with Ke Xin to visit her parents and grandfather after he recovered from his illness.
Calculated, if my son were alive, he would be 38 years old.
Could it be possible that Ke Xin is her own granddaughter?
These things were buried deep in his heart, he didn't want to talk about them, thinking that even if he told them, Ke Xin wouldn't be able to figure it out. He had to investigate this matter himself.
So, he decided to go back and take a look under the opportunity of visiting his godparents.
Wen Kexin smiled and said, "Grandpa, are you hungry? I just slept for a while and didn't have time to cook, so I bought food from the state-owned restaurant..."
When Chen Guoqing heard that it was not his granddaughter who did it, his interest suddenly faded.
After Wen Kexin brought over several dishes from the state-owned restaurant, Chen Guoqing picked up his chopsticks and tasted the braised pork and the stewed crucian carp with soybean sauce.
He holds a high position and often attends parties, so he is not interested in such greasy meals.
"These two dishes are okay, but a bit greasy. They lack the light and tempting taste of Ke Xin's cooking."
Wen Kexin complained in her heart: Grandpa is used to eating dishes made with ingredients from space.
He quickly came up with an idea and said, "Oh, by the way, on my way back from the state-owned restaurant, I saw someone selling cucumbers and bought a few."
As she spoke, she took out five or six cucumbers from her pocket.
Chen Guoqing took it and smelled it, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "This is the smell. The quality of the ingredients in the state-owned restaurant is not very good?"
Wen Kexin really wanted to say: Grandpa, isn’t it that their ingredients are not very good? But you are addicted to eating space ingredients.
Of course I couldn't say this, so I could only calmly say, "Grandpa, I'll go wash the cucumbers. I remember there's a half bottle of meat sauce next to the rented stove that I use for cooking. How about we have some cucumbers with the sauce?"
"Okay, these two dishes are too greasy, eat some cucumber to relieve the greasiness."
Wen Kexin was just about to wash the cucumbers.
Song Mo took it and said, "You go get the meat sauce, I'll wash the cucumbers."
"Okay!" Wen Kexin left in a hurry.
Song Mo quickly washed a few cucumbers.
The old man praised, "That's right! Anyway, your injury is almost healed, so you can help Ke Xin cook in the future. Remember not to be lazy."
Song Mo complained in his heart: The old man is too partial. He likes this kind of partiality.
"What the old man said is true. Ke Xin is very capable. It's a pity that I want to help, but I'm too far away to help."
"Okay, I'll take care of this, don't pretend in front of me."
Song Mo muttered to himself: What does the old man mean by this?
Don't they have to wait until the young wife is 18 years old so that they can meet often?
Who installed it? I really want to help my wife.
"Grandpa, I don't understand?"
Chen Guoqing didn't want to tell Song Mo about the next arrangements.
He said mysteriously: "Don't ask, you are lucky!"
In fact, Chen Guoqing wanted to let Ke Xin and her whole family live with him after this visit, regardless of whether she was his granddaughter or not.
Ke Xin has suffered a lot since she was young, and he wants his granddaughter to live a good life.
Granddaughters are meant to be pampered!
Thinking that he still had some good things in his hands, Ke Xin wondered if she was his own granddaughter and would pass them all on to her.
As for Song Mo, he had already decided to go back for promotion this time, and he wanted to transfer the other party to his side.
In this way, he could see Ke Xin every day and often eat the meals she cooked.
Song Mo could tell that the old man had already made up his mind.
Does he suspect that Ke Xin is his biological granddaughter? He wants to investigate it himself?
Thinking of those mysterious battle plans formulated by the old man, I suddenly realized that both myself and my young wife were too naive.
This matter cannot be made public, so let the old man handle it himself.
At this time, Wen Kexin came back with half a bowl of meat sauce.
Chen Guoqing picked up a cucumber and took a bite of it. A smile immediately appeared on his face. He praised with satisfaction: "This is the taste. It tastes refreshing!"
Song Mo also picked up a cucumber and tasted it, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
The taste of the meat sauce is very familiar, it was made by my wife for myself.
A few days ago, my wife took out a bottle from her pocket and said that she left in a hurry and didn’t have time to do more.
He remembered that he had finished it, so how come half a bottle appeared again?
The key is the taste of the cucumber, which has the flavor of my young wife's cooking. I have eaten such cucumbers not only in my hometown, but also when I visited my relatives in the army.
He had long guessed that his young wife had a secret, but he never asked her, thinking that she would tell him sooner or later.
At this moment, he was a little uneasy.
He looked at his young wife with deep eyes.
Wen Kexin, who was talking to her grandfather, felt Song Mo's gaze and was secretly frightened.
He took out the dried cucumber from the space in front of Song Mo many times. He could hide it from his grandfather, but not from Song Mo.
But the man kept his doubts in his heart and never mentioned them.
Will this hurt feelings? How about finding a chance to talk to him?
The key is whether he will believe it?
Don't think of yourself as an outlier?
Just as I was hesitating, the old man smiled and said, "Ke Xin, grandpa treats you as his own granddaughter, and doesn't want you to be a cook. You don't have to cook for me every day. You are so young and you have to hang around the stove. If you want to cook for me, call Song Mo. He is a grown man and has nothing to do every day. He should help you cook."
"Grandpa is right. Call him when you need to cook. Let him do all the washing and cutting of vegetables. How about I just cook?"
The old man smiled and nodded, saying, "That's the way it should be. If he doesn't care about you, just kick him out and I'll find you a better one."
Song Mo suddenly felt like a pitiful cabbage in the field that no one wanted.
I really want to say indignantly: Grandpa, is it okay for you to team up with your granddaughter to bully me like this?
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