Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Porcelain!

What a petting name!

Song Ci's heart was hit again.

She blushed to the kitchen and took a vegetable and fruit basket. Han Aoyu was somewhat surprised when he heard the special name his grandson gave Song Ci, but he couldn't see that this stuffy gourd had such a romantic side.

The old man not only brought grapes, but also lotus pods and plums, all of which he planted himself.

Song Ci's parents are orphans, and their family has no relatives. Although Song Ci and Song Fei did not lack love, they did not enjoy the care from their grandparents. She envied Han Zhan a little.

Song Ci washed the fruit and put it on the coffee table. "Brother, sit with your grandfather and I'll cook." Mr. Han's first visit, Song Ci was embarrassed to take Han Zhan to cook together.

Han Zhan was as careful as a hair. He picked a few grapes from the fruit basket, took the grapes and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, I'll go help Song Ci cook."

Han Aoyu waved his hand indifferently: "Go."

Han Zhan walked into the kitchen and stuffed a large ripe grape into Song Ci's mouth. Song Ci took it in one bite. "So sweet."

Han Zhan stared at her lips stained with grape juice, thinking of something else, his eyes deepened. "Well, it's pretty sweet."

When the old man came, Song Ci felt that he should add a few more dishes, but Han Zhan said that there was no need to extravagance and waste, just the right amount. "My grandfather is the most taboo of extravagance and waste. It's almost enough."

Song Ci heard Han Zhan say this, and felt that he was more thoughtful, so he followed the original planned menu. Seeing that Song Ci had cut all the vegetables and cooked three dishes, Han Zhan put an apron over his body and said to Song Ci, "I'll fry the rest of the vegetables, and you can tie the rope for me."

"it is good."

Song Ci stood behind Han Zhan and tied the rope for his apron. Suddenly I heard Han Zhan ask himself, "How is your body? Are you feeling more comfortable?"

Song Ci was startled, and hurriedly looked back at the living room, seeing that the old man was talking to Yan Jiang, and didn't pay attention to their side, so he was relieved. "It's better." Song Ci's voice was very soft, for fear of being heard.

"Um."

Han Zhan turned on the fire, picked up the spatula, and said, "Go and rest, I'll cook the rest of the dishes."

Song Ci stood next to him, very well behaved. "I prefer to watch you cook. Brother Han looks so good at cooking." Song Ci is the best at flattering.

How could Han Zhan not know what Song Ci was afraid of? He smiled helplessly at Song Ci and told her, "My grandfather is not scary."

"I looked quite scary, especially when he opened the door and saw Yan Jiang and I were alone together, his eyes." Song Ci stuck out his tongue, and said with lingering fears, "Fortunately you are back, otherwise"

Han Zhan thought it was funny.

He held the spatula in his left hand, and touched Song Ci's head with his gloved right hand. "Then stay here."

"Um."

"By the way, the durian is in the bag. If you take it away, my grandfather will get dizzy when he smells the durian." Han Aoyu, like Han Zhan, is a person who hates durian.

Hearing this, Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, saw his normal expression, and suddenly laughed. "Don't Brother Han also hate durians?" He tiptoed and kissed Han Zhan's cheek, and then peeked at his grandfather and the others. Seeing that they had not been found, Song Ci said to Han Zhan, "Thank you for your hard work, I will go by myself next time. purchase."

"It's not hard."

Han Zhan turned on the fire and cooked seriously, while Song Ci started to do it.

Hearing the smell of garlic, Han Aoyu, who was talking to Yan Jiang, suddenly stopped talking and looked back towards the kitchen. Seeing the greasy and crooked appearance of his grandson and grandson's daughter-in-law, the old man felt more at ease.

Feelings are good.

Looking back, Han Aoyu asked Yan Jiang, "Boy, what's your name?"

Yan Jiang didn't dare to be sloppy, so he cheered up and replied seriously and respectfully, "Grandpa, my name is Yan Jiang."

"Yan Jiang, Song Yanjiang, how old are you than girl Song?"

Inexplicably, Yan Jiang, who followed Song Ci with the surname Song, couldn't tell. Once a lie is established, countless lies are needed to round it, and they often achieve the opposite result. After thinking about it, Yan Jiang decided to be honest and tell the old man the truth directly.

After he figured it out, Yan Jiang said: "Grandpa, my surname is not Song, so my surname is Yan. I am indeed Song Ci's brother, but not a real brother, but a neighbor's brother. We grew up together when we were young. very good."

Afraid that Han Aoyu might suspect that his relationship with Song Ci was unclear, Yan Jiang hurriedly explained: "Didn't Song Ci and Han Zhan just get their certificates two days ago, and today is my first time visiting Han Zhan's house. When you came just now, Han Zhan happened to go out to buy pig trotters, which caused the misunderstanding."

After listening to this, Han Aoyu no longer suspected that Yan Jiang had an ambiguous relationship with Song Ci, but he was relieved.

Fortunately, it's not my brother, if it was my brother, it would be really embarrassing.

Before coming, Han Aoyu didn't check Song Ci's information carefully, but only knew that she was the adopted daughter of the Mu family. The reason why he didn't investigate Song Ci's information was also out of respect for his grandson, so Han Aoyu would believe it when Han Zhan called Yan Jiang his brother.

After listening to Yan Jiang's explanation, Han Aoyu did not doubt it. Rather than saying that he believed in Yan Jiang, it was better to say that he believed in Han Zhan's vision. The grandson's eyesight is still accurate. If there is anything tricky between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, Han Zhan must know it.

He was also angry for a while and lost his mind before making a wrong judgment.

However, when he thought that his grandson-in-law had a good-looking, young and single good friend next to him, Han Aoyu still felt inappropriate. He smiled and asked Han Aoyu, "Does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"

Yan Jiang was afraid that Han Aoyu's next sentence would be to introduce his girlfriend to him, so he hurriedly said, "With a girlfriend, we are currently living together."

Hearing this, Han Aoyu was completely relieved.

"Grandpa, Brother Jiang, it's time to eat." Han Zhan took off his apron and stood at the door of the kitchen calling for them to come over for dinner.

When Yan Jiang heard this, Brother Jiang was very proud, and regretted that the time was wrong, so he couldn't record it with his mobile phone.

Han Zhan and Song Ci were busy arranging the tableware. Song Ci held the bowl and asked Han Zhan quietly, "Brother Han, what kind of girl does Grandpa like? Tell me, I will try to impress him."

Han Zhan said, "I can eat it."

Song Ci was startled, can I eat it?

How much can you eat?

Han Zhan picked up the bottle of red wine and asked Yan Jiang, "Brother Jiang, this is the wine that my grandfather brewed himself, try it?"

"Okay." Han Zhan poured a cup for Yan Jiang, and a cup for Song Ci and himself. After pouring, he put down the wine bottle, obviously not Han Aoyu's share.

Han Aoyu coughed and tapped the empty cup in front of him with his fingers. Han Zhan glanced at Han Aoyu and said ruthlessly, "High blood pressure, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

Han Aoyu felt that Han Zhan didn't give him face, and everyone at the table was drinking. If he didn't drink, he would lose face. "Come on, take a sip." Han Aoyu tried to bargain with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan snorted coldly, "Don't think about it."

Song Ci: When I met my grandfather for the first time, I had to eat until I could!