Chapter 77

When song porcelain heard this conversation, she felt funny, but she didn't dare to laugh.

She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu, "grandfather, don't listen to brother Han. I've learned that hypertension can drink a little dry wine. It's better to control it within 50ml each time."

Han Aoyu laughs out, "Song wench is good." He looked at Han Zhan, who was helpless beside song porcelain, and said in a strange way: "unlike some people, they are heartless and have been raised in vain for more than 30 years."

Han Zhan was wronged.

Song porcelain really only pour a little for Han Aoyu.

Han Aoyu picked up his glass and sniffed the aroma of the wine, showing a look of nostalgia. "If you want to say that this wine is still good for your grandmother, I can't make her flavor." Han's grandmother has been dead for five years.

Perhaps what the old man missed was not the wine, but the man who made the wine. Song porcelain said: "the wine made by my grandfather is very mellow and wonderful in Song porcelain's eyes. It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to taste my grandmother's wine making technology. If I have a chance, I must ask the public for advice on how to make this wine. "

Han Aoyu chuckled, patted his legs and said, "when the grapes are ripe next year, you go to my place and I will teach you!"

"Good!"

Yanjiang was attracted to taste buds by them. He took a sip of the wine cup and suddenly felt astonished. "It's delicious. It's really my grandfather's wine?"

Han Aoyu raised his head triumphantly, "of course."

Yan Jiang has been very pleased to summon up his hands and touted vigorously: "this wine is mellow and does not lose those so-called awesome wines in France. Grandpa is fierce!" Yan Jiang pointed to the red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, fill some for me later, and I'll take it back?"

Han Zhan: "good."

"Well, eat." When Han Aoyu gave an order, everyone picked up the chopsticks and started to move.

As Han Aoyu gets older, he should also control the amount of food he eats and can't eat too much. After eating some dishes, he was almost full, but he did not leave the table, so he sat on the side and talked with the young people.

Han Aoyu was surprised to notice that song porcelain ate a bowl of rice and then filled it with a large bowl. Don't see, this girl looks slender, still can eat. It's a blessing to eat well.

When song porcelain sandwiched vegetables, she peeked at her grandfather. Seeing the grandfather's look at her eyes was still satisfactory, she ate harder.

Yan Jiang noticed that song porcelain finished the second bowl of rice, which was quite unexpected, but did not say anything. Only Han Zhan's eyes are full of smile.

After dinner, Han Zhan accompanied the old man to play chess in his study. Song porcelain ate up, opened the drawer, took out the snack tablets, ate two, and then walked around the living room downstairs to eliminate the food.

Yan Jiang sat on the sofa eating the plum from the old man. He Tucao song porcelain: "what do you make complaints about?"

Song porcelain said with a bitter face: "grandfather likes girls who can eat."

Yan Jiang blinked his eyes and sympathized with song porcelain. Han, what is he doing Although the old man is dressed up as a farmer, he occasionally shows a look in his eyes, which shows a sense of iron and blood killing. His identity should not be simple.

Song porcelain said: "you Baidu search, Han Aoyu."

Yan Jiang did it.

A moment later, Yan Jiang put down his mobile phone and was shocked. He looked at Song porcelain with admiration and sighed, "song song, you are married into Zhenguo general's office!"

Han Zhan turned out to be Han Aoyu's grandson! With this background, song and song will never be bullied in this life.

Yan Jiang finally settled down. He got up and said goodbye. When he left, he did not forget to carry a bag of fruit and a bottle of red wine made by Mr. Han himself.

Seeing Yan Jiang off, song porcelain sent a short message to Han Zhan. Han Ge, where does grandfather sleep tonight? 】There is only one bed in their house.

Han Zhan saw the text message, he raised his head and asked the old man: "grandfather, where are you staying tonight?"

Han Aoyu stares at the chessboard and says, "Uncle Zhong has opened a room in the hotel. You can send me there later."

"Don't go back to the house?"

"No, if people know I'm back and someone calls on me, please." Han Aoyu lost his son. He said, "when you retire, you should do something that retirees should do. If you don't, don't touch it." Han Aoyu's eyes can see everything through.

Han Zhan admired his grandfather and retired after success. This is the most wise way.

"Good."

"By the way, last time I saw your grandfather Chen, he and I kept showing off the set of chess you gave him." The old man's tone was sour. What's the matter? My grandson went to send chess to other old men. Why didn't he send it to him?

Han Zhan was helpless. He said, "I went back to shun Chen on a business trip last time. If you want to visit grandfather Chen, you can't go empty handed. Li Li bought that pair of chess. I have one here. I got it from the auction last time

Han Zhan got up and entered the small collection room in the study. After a while, he came out with a pair of precious chess.

"Small leaf red sandalwood chess, exquisite, carving master Song Shan's work."

Han Zhan hands the chess to Han Aoyu.Han Aoyu opened his eyes and was satisfied.

Touching the elephant chess piece, Han Aoyu talks about song porcelain with Han Zhan. "Song porcelain is a good girl, she is good at talking. It's the right shape for you. As for character, I don't know, but I believe in your judgment. "

Han Zhan listened quietly, without refuting.

Han Aoyu added: "I don't know why you got married, but you have to remember that there has never been a second marriage since ancient times. It's yours, not yours. When you get to your side, it must be yours. "

Han Zhan's heart a Lin, understood Han Ao Yu's warning.

Han Aoyu is such a smart man that he can't see the strangeness of Han Zhan's marriage with song porcelain. But he won't go into it. He is beating Han Zhan. Song porcelain is a good girl. Since she has sent it on her own initiative, no matter it is sincere or insincere, she has to put it beside me and be bound to death.

Han's family is not married.

"I understand, grandfather."

After nine o'clock, the old man will leave. Song porcelain and Han Zhan personally sent him back to the hotel. When they arrived at the hotel, song porcelain saw a middle-aged uncle in the room. His skin was ancient copper and his face was Chinese. He didn't look like a talkative person.

"Zhanzhan." Uncle Zhong saw Han Zhan with a smile on his face. He also stares at Song porcelain behind Han Zhan and smiles more warmly, "is this your lover?"

Han Zhan flanks and reveals the whole picture of song porcelain behind him in front of Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, song porcelain." Han Zhan also introduced song porcelain: "Song porcelain, this is uncle Zhong. When I was a child, he watched me grow up and took care of my grandfather."

"Hello, uncle Zhong."

"Hello."

The couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for more than 20 minutes before leaving.

Zhong Buhui watched Han Zhan and his wife leave. He closed the door and turned into the master bedroom. Seeing Han Aoyu twisting the medicine bottle, he helped Han Aoyu pour a glass of water and handed it to him.

Han Aoyu took up his water cup and swallowed the medicine for high blood pressure. He put down his teacup and murmured, "I always feel that girl song looks familiar. I don't regret if you have this feeling."

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