Chapter 149

"This is my wife song porcelain. Song porcelain, this is uncle Lin Han Zhan introduced Lin Chong'an to song porcelain.

Song porcelain's mouth was sweet and he called Uncle Lin.

Lin Chong'an's eyes narrowed into a seam with a smile. "It's so cute. Come on. When we meet for the first time, my uncle has prepared a red envelope for you. You can take it." Lin took out a red envelope and handed it to the co pilot Song Ci.

Song porcelain did not receive it, but looked at Han Zhan. When Han Zhan nods, song porcelain takes the red envelope with both hands and thanks politely.

"Uncle Lin has spent a lot of money." Han Zhan said.

Lin Chongan waved his hand, and he sighed: "I have been waiting for such a waste opportunity for many years." They are not afraid to give the red envelope, just afraid that the red envelope can not be given out.

Han Zhan then said, "I'll go to see my grandfather first, and I'll talk to Uncle Lin later."

"Well, go ahead."

Han Zhan drove to the parking lot. Song porcelain held the red envelope and laughed at him: "Zhan Zhan?"

Han Zhan pretends to be deaf.

Song porcelain did not remove the red envelope, put it into the bag, along with Han Zhan into the Han house.

Han Aoyu is cooking in person. Zhong Buhui plays a hand on the side, while another subordinate arranges the training equipment on the campus. Hearing Han Zhan's speech with song porcelain, Han Aoyu turned off the fire, washed his hands, rubbed his apron, and then walked out slowly.

"Girl song, you are here at last! Come on, I steamed the sausages for you! I also made duck hotpot. I'll cook it with dried bamboo shoots Han Aoyu took song porcelain's hand and was eager to show off his cooking with her, ignoring Han Zhan.

Song porcelain was pulled into the kitchen by Han Aoyu.

Song porcelain saw Han Aoyu, who was in his 80s and was still busy in the kitchen, was very upset. He took off the apron on the hook and asked for help. "Grandfather, take a rest. I'll do it."

Han Aoyu quickly stopped her: "go, I've cooked for his grandmother all my life, and I'm used to it. In my place, you don't have a chance to cook. " Looking at the white and clean hands of song porcelain, Han Aoyu said, "your hands are so delicate and white that cooking is a waste."

Song porcelain helplessly looked at the tall body outside the kitchen and said, "brother Han, would you like to help my grandfather cook?"

Han Zhan can only come here.

Before he got close to the cupboard, Han Aoyu snatched the apron from Song Ci's arms, stuffed it into Han Zhan's palm, and ordered him, "pig's feet are ready. You're not drenched in soup yet."

Han Zhan complained while wearing an apron: "grandfather, it's not too obvious to treat them differently."

Han Aoyu opened the lid of the steamer, took out some pieces of sausage with chopsticks and handed it to song porcelain's mouth. "Come on, have a taste of this."

Song porcelain hastened to open his mouth, biting off two pieces of sausage in one bite, leaving a delicious taste. "Delicious."

With a smile, Han Aoyu said, "I know you can eat. I've made a lot of it. You can open your stomach later. Don't be embarrassed."

Song porcelain "...

in order to satisfy Han Aoyu, song porcelain set up a" can eat "person for the first time when he met in wangdongcheng. Thinking of eating with open stomach in the next few days, song porcelain can't help feeling a little sad.

She's going to grow flesh!

Han Zhanchao song porcelain glanced at her, and saw her face tangled, and she was very ungrateful to smile.

Soon the meal was ready. Han Aoyu did not limit himself to etiquette and called Zhong Buhui and his two subordinates. Another subordinate named Fang Shen, just 40 years old, with dark skin and big build, was a man with a dull look but fierce eyes.

But in the face of song porcelain, Fang Shen is a stiff smile, that smile, it seems a little naive. "Miss Song, my uncle has also prepared a red envelope for you. Come on, take it." Song porcelain is 22 years old. She is very tender. Anyone present can call her a girl.

Song porcelain received Fang Shen's red envelope. Thank you.

Then, Zhong Buhui also took out the red envelope and gave it to song porcelain.

Song porcelain is also accepted.

Seeing that everyone gave song porcelain red envelopes, Han Aoyu was very satisfied. He said to song porcelain, "red envelopes are common things. My grandfather has prepared something for you. After dinner, I will take you to see it."

Song porcelain expressed curiosity, "what did my grandfather prepare for me?"

"Not now."

Song porcelain said: "I also prepared a gift for my grandfather. My grandfather will tell song porcelain about your surprise. I will give you the gift."

"Ancient spirit and strange spirit!" Han Aoyu's eyes turned, but he did not resist the temptation to receive a gift. He said: "I have collected some calligraphy and paintings, and I give you some jewelry left by Han Zhan's grandmother and his mother..."

Song Ci can't imagine how valuable the gift is.

She felt embarrassed when she took the sweater out of the suitcase. Song porcelain put the gift box on the chair, opened it, took out the gray blue sweater inside, and handed it to Han Aoyu.

"I knitted a sweater for my grandfather. This is the first time for me to knit a sweater. I'm not very proficient. The details may not be handled well." Song porcelain said this is modest, because the sweater is to be sent to Han Aoyu. Song porcelain has treated every thread. This sweater is no worse than the one bought in the market.Han Aoyu took the sweater and felt it fondly for a moment. Then he said with emotion: "I like this gift very much. Miss song, if your grandmother is still there, she will like you very much. "

Looking up at the portrait of Han's grandmother hanging on the wall of the hall, Han Aoyu said sadly: "duanfang likes knitting sweaters very much. Every winter, she always weaves a few pieces with Zhan Zhan and me. In the winter when duanfang left, she sat in front of the fireplace to knit sweaters every day. She was afraid that she would go, and no one would knit us any more... "

Han Aoyu's eyes twinkled with tears, and he choked:" now it's OK, now someone continues to hurt Zhanzhan. " Old people who have been Iron-blooded for half a lifetime are always easy to get excited when they are old. When they talk about the past, they will be excited and their eyes will be red.

Song porcelain looked at Han Aoyu, who was sad, and didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Han Zhan took song porcelain's hand and whispered in her ear: "grandfather, this is to miss grandma again." Tomorrow is the day of grandma's death. Han Aoyu will be sad.

Han Zhan looks at Zhong Buhui. Zhong buregret receives Han Zhan's eye hint. He says to Han Aoyu, "it's time to have dinner. Zhan Zhan and song wench have come all the way back and are still hungry!"

Han Aoyu recalled himself and quickly put away his sweater, indicating that everyone had dinner.

In order to show her love for Han Aoyu's cooking, she ate two and a half bowls of rice, and half of the dish of sausages went into song porcelain's stomach. Seeing this, Han Aoyu is very satisfied. He thinks that the girl who can eat is lucky.

After dinner, song porcelain will give Zhong Buhui and Lin Chongan a small gift they prepared, and then they take the trunk and Han Zhan back to their room. Han Zhan's room is on the third floor with a large French window.

This room is not so much a bedroom as a suite. There is a master bedroom, a small living room, there is a simple small kitchen, inside the refrigerator, TV, wine cabinet. The design of the master bedroom is very sensational. Between the bathroom and the master bedroom bed, there is only a hollow screen made of logs.

Song porcelain lying on the light gray sheet, looking out of the window into the shade of green trees, sighed: "brother Han, when we are old, also back here for the elderly."

Han Zhan was pleased by the idea of providing for the aged. He said, "OK, as long as you like it."

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