"My little girl makes really delicious noodle fish." Over here, Mr. Su was eating the noodle fish made by Gu Lingling, and his face was full of smiles, all wrinkles.
"Tastes just like the noodle fish made at your grandmaâs house." Mr. Su squinted his eyes, looking very pleased and reminiscent.
Gu Lingling looked at him like that, and felt something in her heart had been hit hard, a bit sour.
"If you enjoy it, Iâll make it for you again." She said with a smile.
Waving away that inexplicable sourness in her heart.
Su Ziqiao, "..."
Sigh, his grandpa really had quite the skill for deceiving girls.
First he plays pitiful, and then, there you have it, the little sister-in-law got so sympathetic she was nearly crying. Then comes the praise, saying it tastes just like at grandmaâs place?
Come on, his grandmaâs family used to be from high society, a renowned family of local gentry.
And his grandpa?
Just a poor young man, often wondering where his next meal would come from.
If it werenât for accidentally saving his grandma during the war, he wouldnât even be able to set foot in the Tian familyâs big courtyard, let alone have a meal there.
And the noodle fish his grandpa mentioned was just a bowl given to him when he brought grandma to their doorstep after saving her.
To this day, he is still obsessed with it.
He talked like he had eaten there many times.
In fact, it was just that one time, wasnât it?
Yet he managed to deceive their little sister-in-law into promising to cook for him in the future.
Who has better skills than his grandpa?
No one!
At least he, the grandson, admits defeat.
If he had this skill, he would probably have a girlfriend by now, and wouldnât have been teased by Brother Hai earlier.
"What do you understand?" Having his little tricks exposed mercilessly by his grandson, Mr. Su glared at him fiercely, "You... and you, go outside and sit, donât disturb my chat with the girl."
Just looking at them is irritating.
Made the other guyâs face even darker.
"Mr. Su, since youâre so busy, weâll head out now." Yang Yunhai stepped forward and said, "You take a good rest, weâll come see you another time."
Another time?
Not a chance, heâs definitely not bringing Lingling with him again.
"Oh dear, my heart feels so terrible." Mr. Su didnât say much more, directly laid back on the hospital bed, "Iâm so dizzy, Lingling dear, you should go... go, Grandpa I..."
Clutching his chest, speaking while shaking his head, "Grandpa is so old, has seen many children, but youâre the only one that caught my eye, canât you... just for a little while, alright?"
So pitiful!
Su Ziqiao pouted, truly the older the ginger the spicier, his grandpa has perfectly pegged the little sister-in-law as soft-hearted.
And look at their Brother Hai, his face was about to turn into a pot lid.
Though rarely seen Brother Hai so aggrieved, suddenly thought, this doesnât happen often.
Who told him that every time itâs him getting the short end before.
Now seeing Yang Yunhai getting the short end, somehow this feels refreshing.
A flustered Yang Yunhai, "... Lingling, weâre headed back."
Gu Lingling, "... How about, Brother Hai we sit a while longer, just a little bit?"
Gu Lingling pleaded with her eyes.
Yang Yunhai, "..."
Silently walked out.
So easy-going? Su Ziqiao looked at him, surprised, then under his grandpaâs glare, followed him out.
"The girl has a good eye." After Yang Yunhai left, Mr. Su whispered, "But you should still consider more, these men... you little girl can be easily deceived."
Gu Lingling, "..."
Silently felt sorry for her Brother Yang.