Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Porcelain treasure!

What kind of name is this?

Song Ci's heart was hit again.

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

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

Song Ci's parents are orphans and they have no relatives. Although Song Ci and Song Fei do not lack love, they have never enjoyed the love from their grandparents. She is a little envious of Han Zhan.

Song Ci washed the fruit and put it on the coffee table. "Brother, you sit with Grandpa and I will cook." Song Ci was too embarrassed to take Han Zhan to cook together with Father Han's first visit.

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

Han Aoyu waved his hand carelessly: "Go."

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

Han Zhan stared at her lips stained with grape juice, and his eyes grew deeper when he thought of other things. "Well, it's very sweet."

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

Song Ci heard what Han Zhan said, and felt that he was more thoughtful, and followed the original planned menu. Han Zhan saw that Song Ci had cut all the vegetables, and he had fried three dishes. He put his apron on him and said to Song Ci: "I will fry the rest of the vegetables. You help me tie the rope."

"it is good."

Song Ci stood behind Han Zhan and tied him the rope of his apron. Suddenly I heard Han Zhan ask himself: "How is your body? Is it more comfortable?"

Song Ci was startled, and quickly turned around to look at the living room, and saw the old man talking with Yan Jiang, and didn't pay attention to them, so he was relieved. "It's better." Song Ci's voice was particularly soft, afraid of being heard.

"Ok."

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 is so good-looking." Song Ci is the best flatterer.

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 very scary, especially when he opened the door before, when he saw me and Yan Jiang alone, the look in his eyes..." Song Ci stuck out his tongue and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately you are back, otherwise. ..."

Han Zhan thought it was funny.

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

"Ok."

"By the way, the durian is in the bag. Take it a little longer. My grandpa feels dizzy when he smells durian." Like Han Zhan, Han Aoyu is a person who hates durians.

Hearing this, Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and suddenly laughed when he saw his expression as usual. "Don't Han brother hate durian too?" He kissed Han Zhan's cheek on tiptoe and peeked at his grandpa and the others. Song Ci said to Han Zhan, "Thanks for your hard work, I will go by myself next time. buy."

"It's not hard."

Han Zhan turned on the fire and cooked the food seriously, and Song Ci was on the sidelines.

Smelling the scent of garlic, Han Aoyu, who was talking to Yan Jiang, suddenly stopped talking and looked back towards the kitchen. Seeing the greasy and crooked looks of his grandson and grandson's wife, his old man felt more at ease.

The relationship is pretty good.

Withdrawing his gaze, Han Aoyu asked Yan Jiang, "Boy, what is your name?"

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

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

Inexplicably, he followed Song Ci's surname, Song's Yan Jiangyou can't tell. Once a lie is established, countless lies are needed to round it, and the opposite result will often be achieved. Yan Jiang thought for a while, but decided to be honest and tell him the truth directly.

When I figured it out, Yan Jiang said: "Grandpa, my last name is not Song, but Yan. I am indeed the brother of Song Ci, but not my brother, but the brother of the neighbor. We grew up together when we were young, and we grew up together. well."

Fearing that Han Aoyu suspects that his relationship with Song Ci is unclear, Yan Jiang hurriedly explained: “Didn’t Song Ci and Han Zhan just get the certificate two days ago? Today is also my first visit to Han Zhan’s house. When you just came, Han Zhan happened to go out to buy trotters, which caused the misunderstanding."

After Han Aoyu listened, he no longer doubted that Yan Jiang had an ambiguous relationship with Song Ci, but he was relieved.

Fortunately, it's not a real brother, if it's a real brother, it would be really embarrassing.

Before coming, Han Aoyu had not carefully checked the information of Song Ci, only that she was the adopted daughter of the Mu family. The reason for not investigating Song Ci’s data is because of respect for his grandson, so Han Zhan just called Yan Jiang to his brother, so Han Aoyu would believe it.

After listening to Yan Jiang's explanation, Han Aoyu did not doubt. Rather than saying he believed in Yan Jiang, he believed in Han Zhan's vision. My grandson's vision is still accurate. If there is really any tingling between Yan Jiang and Song Ci, Han Zhan must know.

He was also angry for a while before, and made a wrong judgment after losing his mind.

However, when he thought of having a good-looking, young, and single close to his grandson-in-law, Han Aoyu still felt wrong. He smiled and asked Han Aoyu: "Does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"

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

Hearing this, Han Aoyu was completely relieved.

"Grandpa, Brother Jiang, we're eating." Han Zhan took off his apron and stood at the kitchen door calling them to eat.

Yan Jiang was very proud of the sound of Brother Jiang, regretting that the time was not right and he couldn't use his mobile phone to record.

Han Zhan and Song Ci were busy arranging the tableware and chopsticks. Song Ci took the bowl and asked Han Zhan quietly, "Brother Han, what kind of girl does Grandpa like? Tell me, I will try to make a good impression on him."

Han Zhan said, "It's edible."

Song Ci is slightly startled, can you 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 made by my grandfather himself. Try it?"

"Okay." Han Zhan poured a glass for Yan Jiang, and also poured a glass for Song Ci and himself. After pouring, he put down the wine bottle, obviously without Han Aoyu's share.

Han Aoyu coughed and tapped the empty cup in front of him with his finger. Han Zhan glanced at Han Aoyu, and said mercilessly: "High blood pressure, what wine to drink."

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

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

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Song Ci: The first time I see my grandpa, I must eat it!