Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 202 Caused by a piece of rice cake...

It was already snowing heavily in Kyoto at the end of November.

The bustling capital is covered in silver and decorated with lanterns and colorful lights. The New Year has not yet arrived, but the spirit of the New Year is already overflowing.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when Yan Huai returned to the villa. It was already dark and warm light shone in the villa.

The car stopped in front of the court, and I walked up the clean marble steps. Before I entered the hall, I heard faint voices coming from inside.

Meng Jingxian is sitting on the retro sofa and talking on the phone.

Wearing a long beige woolen coat and a gold velvet and jade cheongsam, she had a soft smile on her fair face.

"...Grandma has tasted it and it's really delicious. The rice cakes are firm and fragrant, the sugar rings are crispy, and the fried fish tastes just right. It can be used as a snack or a dish."

"Grandma misses you so much. We can write so many words in Qiqi, but grandma hasn't read your words yet."

"Really? How can daddy teach you this? This kid is so awesome!"

"Uncle bullied you too? He fried fish with sugar rings and deliberately refused to give it to you? Well beaten! If grandma were here, grandma would also beat him. How old is he to be so unreliable!"

The woman, who was over fifty years old, was angry and angry, with a lively expression that he had never seen before.

The deserted and empty house has an extra cluster of lights and a touch of human voice, which interweaves warmth and makes people returning home after a stormy night feel relaxed physically and mentally.

The fatigue from a day outside disappeared as soon as I stepped into the hall.

"Is it Qiqi who called?" Yan Huai walked to the sofa and sat down and asked.

The smile on the woman's face had not disappeared. When she turned around, her eyes were gentle and bright, "Are you back? It's Qiqi's phone call. She and Sister Zhang sent a package to home and just received it in the afternoon."

After saying that, Meng Jingxian switched the phone to speakerphone, and the little baby's delicate and soft voice immediately came from inside, "Grandpa, I'm Qiqi!"

Yan Huai smiled before saying anything, "Qiqi, I am grandpa!"

An old man and a young man got on the line immediately, and their chat was childish and long-winded. From time to time, Xiao Fu and Huang Curly were pulled by the baby for random interviews, which made the old couple on the other end of the phone laugh heartily, and the whole hall was filled with people.

laughter.

It took nearly half an hour to reluctantly say goodbye to my precious granddaughter.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Huai returned to his boss expression, serious and serious, "Didn't you say Qiqi sent a package? Is this it?"

He pointed to a large bag of things placed on the table in front of him.

He saw it when he entered.

The packaging of this thing is incompatible with the luxury of the villa. I don't know what is inside, but the outside is wrapped with layers of old newspapers.

It looks very classy.

There was no disdain in Yan Huai's eyes. This was something sent by his precious granddaughter. Even if it was a ball of mud, he would find the best flower pot to put it in.

And just now he heard that what his granddaughter sent should be food, such as fragrant rice cakes, crispy sugar rings, and fried fish...

He glanced at his wife sitting opposite without any trace.

When he didn't come back, she ate it secretly.

Meng Jingxian was puzzled by that look. She pursed her lips and started to open the package, "This is it. The New Year's goods that Qiqi sent us are all made by Sister Zhang and are snacks only available in the south."

After opening the layers of old newspapers, there are individual packages inside, which are also made of old newspapers. They are wrapped in a square shape and tied tightly with ropes.

The front of each copy is also covered with a square piece of red paper, which looks festive at first sight.

Six small servings in total.

Yan Huai's sharp eyes saw that three of them had been opened.

"This is a rice cake with many cute shapes. It must have been picked by Qiqi herself. This is a sugar ring, which tastes no worse than Kyoto's signature twist. It is mixed with sesame seeds and tastes particularly delicious. This is fried fish, salty and crispy...

…Sister Zhang’s craftsmanship is really good.” When Meng Jingxian mentioned Qiqi and Zhang Xifeng, a soft smile appeared on Meng Jingxian’s face unconsciously, even her eyes were smiling.

She took a portion of each snack and put it on a clean plate on the table, pushing it in front of Yan Huai, "Try it. Be careful when biting the rice cake. This rice cake is very hard, so you need to eat it slowly to make it delicious."

"

Meng Jingxian's old face was a little red.

She had never eaten this kind of southern handmade rice cake before. She couldn't hold back the first bite and almost broke her tooth...

In order to cover up her discomfort, Meng Jingxian lowered her head and tucked her hair behind her ears, "I'm going to buy some materials tomorrow and make some twists and shortbreads. I'll send them to Qiqi and the others later so they can have a taste of the north.

Snacks. It’s a pity that I can’t celebrate the New Year with them, otherwise it would be very lively.”

In just one sentence, Yan Huai had already tasted the rice cakes and fried fish with sugar rings. The rice cakes he had taken a bite of were put aside for the time being. Except for today, he still refused to accept his old age.

My teeth are not up to par today.

Hearing his wife talk about the Chinese New Year, Yan Huai's eyes showed regret. Others had annual leave during the Chinese New Year, but he was the busiest during the Chinese New Year and couldn't leave for a day.

"We will have the opportunity to celebrate the New Year together in the future. Although we can't get together this year, the gifts I prepared should be about the same, just in time for Qiqi and the entire Taoxi Village as New Year's gifts." His expression softened for a moment, and he noticed that his wife's gaze fell on

He put it on the rice cake he had put aside, and his back tensed up, "Ahem, I haven't come back just yet, why don't you eat it yourself first?"

Meng Jingxian raised her eyes in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Then I saw the man's face sullen, as if questioning, "How much did you eat?"

"..." Did he blame her for eating secretly? Or did he blame her for eating too much? No matter how good-tempered Meng Jingxian was, she couldn't help but get angry. She blushed and stood up. The usually gentle and gentle woman said angrily,

"I can't eat the things Qiqi sent me? You are her grandfather, and I am also my grandmother!"

She was so angry that for the first time in her life, Meng Jingxian acted childishly. She gathered up a large bag of snacks on the table and carried them all into her arms. She also collected the unfinished items on the plate and turned around to leave.

Yan Huai, "Why did you collect it? I haven't finished eating yet."

Woman, "I won't give you anything to eat!"

Yanhuai, "..."

Seeing his wife angrily disappearing from the second floor, Yan Huai was confused and turned to look at Uncle Xiang standing behind the sofa, "What is she angry about?"

Uncle Xiang glanced at the rice cake he had taken a bite of on the table, looking at his nose and heart, "Chairman, there is no shame in not being able to chew the rice cake."

In order to hide that they are old, the evildoers complain first before they feel ashamed.

Uncle Xiang didn't dare to say this openly.

Yanhuai, "..."

He turned around and looked at the lonely rice cake on the table with an expressionless face.

Is he old? He is only in his fifties and in his prime!

With a heavy snort, Yan Huai stood up, picked up the rice cake, went to the study room, and slammed the door.

Time passes slowly.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Uncle Xiang knocked on the door outside the study and reminded the chairman to take a rest.

The door clicked open from the inside, and a man with a serious and deep look walked out. When he passed by Uncle Xiang, he said, "Isn't it just a piece of rice cake? I've finished eating it. It tastes good. Let me tell my wife later."

Uncle Xiang, "..."

What was he going to say?

Are you saying that the chairman is over fifty and has a good mouth?

Or did he chew a piece of rice cake for three hours?

well.

(End of chapter)