The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

In the courtyard, George was holding a stack of drawing papers and saw Yan Tao coming out to greet her, "Yan, I forgot about the drawing I gave you."

The boy in white took the painting and glanced down at it.

George's brushstrokes are simple and clear, but he outlines the charm of youth with just a few strokes.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes showed a smile, and he praised, "The painting is very good, thank you."

The two chatted casually for a few words, and the smell of rice came from the kitchen. Granny Jiang came out with the dishes and called them to eat.

"Grandma, this dish of yours can be eaten as pickles."

Yan Tao took a sip and frowned slightly. Did the little old lady throw in a jar of salt?

Grandma Jiang stretched out her chopsticks and took a bite. The old man's sense of taste would be partially diminished. She tasted the taste and it was just right. She snorted arrogantly, "It's good to eat some, and you still have to choose!"

The little old lady said: Praise is acceptable, but criticism is unacceptable.

Liu Cheng took a mouthful of food and paused. Grandma Jiang turned her head and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

"Hmm... it's delicious," Liu Cheng tried to hypnotize himself, "much better than what I've eaten abroad."

Grandma Jiang smiled happily and narrowed her eyes. She happily picked a large chopstick for her son and put it in his bowl. "If you like, eat more. There won't be enough left in the pot."

Liu Cheng......

He lowered his head with difficulty.

The young man in white across from him had crooked eyebrows and a glint of schadenfreude in his eyes. He added to the trouble, "Yes, grandma's cooking is delicious, so just eat more."

Liu Cheng's eyebrows twitched.

As the old saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist.

He raised his eyes and showed a loving expression, "Tao Zi is just growing, so you should eat more. Look at how thin you are, how distressed Daddy is."

With that said, Liu Cheng picked out a large dish for Yan Tao with chopsticks. His eyes were full of concern and he said in a very gentle tone, "Eat more."

Xiaoqi: Master, you are definitely a family!

Yan Tao: Shut up!

Grandma Jiang cooked eight dishes, only one or two were overly salty, and the rest were actually okay.

After dinner, Grandma Jiang cut a plate of fruit and put it out.

The parents said that they wanted to have a "family conversation", so Master Yan directly occupied the best seat - a wooden deck chair, and leaned lazily under the tree.

The autumn breeze was cool, and George was bursting with inspiration. He took out his drawing board and brushes, set them up in the corner of the courtyard, and fell into his own creative world.

Grandma Jiang moved out two small horses and sat in rows with Liu Cheng. The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Children don't know how to respect elders at all!"

Young Master Yan's slender legs rested together lazily, he threw a peanut into his mouth, tilted his head with a smile, and said shamelessly, "Grandma, it's good for your health to exercise more. I'm doing this for your own good."

Grandma Jiang snorted and lowered her head to embroider clothes.

Liu Cheng awkwardly changed his position, stretched out his legs, and looked at the young man with a smile on his lips, "Taozi, I haven't congratulated you for getting the top prize in Jiang Province."

He was far abroad, but he always paid attention to Yan Tao's situation.

He has watched all the videos on Xinbo and plays them on his mobile phone.

He is extremely proud that Yan Tao has grown into what he is today.

Yan Tao: "Oh."

The young man's reaction was indifferent, and Liu Cheng didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled gently and talked casually about his experiences abroad.

Liu Cheng is a man with rich experience, and his conversation is humorous. Granny Jiang adds a word or two from time to time, and the atmosphere gradually becomes harmonious.

It seems that there has never been a difference in these eight years.