Chapter 595

"What to do, what to do? Grandpa certainly doesn't like me. Am I dressed too flashy today? Grandpa doesn't think I'm a good girl? Husband, what should I do? "

Out of Grandpa Fang Xiaole's room and downstairs, Lin Yao took Fang Xiaole's hand and hurried down the tunnel.

"You're so plain, where are you showy?"

Fang Xiaole looks at Lin Yao. She is wearing a white down jacket, blue jeans and a pair of black Martin shoes. It looks no different from the dress of an ordinary girl.

Probably the only difference is

Lin Yao is a little too beautiful.

Maybe in the old-fashioned grandfather's opinion, too beautiful is not a serious girl?

However, as Fang Shengnan said, they only come back once a year during the Spring Festival and leave one day and one night. Even if grandpa doesn't like Lin Yao, it doesn't actually hinder his relationship with Lin Yao.

At most,

I just can't get the blessing of the oldest elders of the Fang family.

But... Is it really just?

Fang Xiaole sighed. His relationship with his grandfather is like that between his father Fang Guoqing and his grandfather. There seems to be an insurmountable gap between the two generations.

This is not only the generation gap, but also the huge crack left by the quarrel between my father and grandpa.

I'm afraid this huge crack can't be cured by going back to the old house once a year.

In Shuchuan dialect, it means that once the relationship between people is "hurt", it is difficult to recover.

"It doesn't matter. Grandpa doesn't like talking all the time. Let's go. I'll take you to see my grandma. Grandma is very nice. She will like you."

Fang Xiaole pressed down his suffocation and said to Lin Yao with a smile.

"Well, good."

It seemed that she felt her boyfriend's mood was a little low. Lin Yao showed a bright smile on her face, held his arm and stopped talking about what had just happened.

They got up to the first floor and went in through a side door of the hall. Inside, there was a kitchen with about 30 square meters,

It is still the old-fashioned stove made of cement. Firewood is piled under the corner next to it. Behind the stove is a small pigsty with two pigs in it.

Probably heard people come in and thought they were feeding them. Two big fat pigs ran to the fence and rubbed hard. The pig's nose stretched out through the gap of the fence and made a hum.

"Wow, what a big pig!"

Lin Yao lived in the city since she was a child. She went to school and worked in Kyoto. She rarely went to the countryside. When she saw two fat things, they were almost equal to four or five herself. She couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ha ha, you won't see the pigs raised in the countryside for the first time?"

Fang Xiaole was amused to see her charming expression with open red lips and bright eyes.

Lin Yao nodded shyly, stared at the two big guys, tilted her head and said:

"Such a big pig must be enough for Fangfang to eat ten meals."

Fang Xiaole was speechless and asked, "don't you like eating pig hooves, too?"

Lin Yao looked around and whispered, "I'm fat again recently. I want to lose weight and don't dare to eat."

"Ha ha ha."

Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, and his depressed mood became cheerful.

At this time, a thin head came out under the stove. Lin Yao was startled, covered her mouth and pressed back her scream.

The man squatting under the stove moved slowly and hard. When she stood up slowly, Lin Yao found that her bent body was less than half a meter higher than the stove.

This is a small, thin old lady.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Seeing the old lady, Fang Xiaole walked over happily, held her and said:

"Grandma, happy New Year!"

"Here comes Xiaole? Good. "

The old lady was also very happy. She stretched out her hand to grasp Fang Xiaole's sleeve, but looked at her gray black palm, which had just taken firewood, and her hand retracted again.

But when her hand was half retracted, Fang Xiaole held it directly. Then he turned to Lin Yao and said to the old lady:

"Grandma, she is my girlfriend."

Lin Yao stood timidly in place, clasped her hands, hung over her thighs, bowed to the old lady and said:

"Grandma, Hello, my name is Lin Yao. I wish you a happy new year, me, me..."

She remembered that the gift she had bought for the old man was put in the living room and wanted to go back to get it, but she felt impolite and her pretty face turned red. She stood there talking and didn't know what to do.

KUKUKU ~ ~ the two big things in the pigsty are still there, arching and barking, forming an interesting picture with the beautiful girl standing by.

"That's nice, Xiao Le, that's nice!"

The old lady looked at Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole. Her thin face showed a smile composed of wrinkles, full of vicissitudes and kindness.

"You..."

Maybe Lin Yao was so beautiful that she put some pressure on the old lady. She quickly pointed out and said:

"It's dirty here. You go out and sit. I'll cook. It'll be ready in a minute."

The old lady pointed out and motioned Fang Xiaole to take Lin Yao out to sit.

"Grandma, shall I help you cook?"

Lin Yao came over.

"No, no, no, your hands should be dirty. Go and sit outside."

The old lady wanted to push them out, but she felt her hands were too dirty to touch Lin Yao. A thin arm pointed out.

"It's all right, grandma. I like cooking very much."

Lin Yao also imitated Fang Xiaole's appearance and reached out to hold her palm with big eyes full of water.

"Grandma, it's all right. Why don't we help you together?"

Fang Xiaole also said nearby.

The old man was held by his grandson with one hand and Lin Yao with the other. The gray and black stains on both palms stained their hands. She was stunned for a moment.

Lin Yao raised her dirty palm, smiled and said, "look, grandma, my hands are dirty."

Her smile was cunning and soft, which made the dark and cold kitchen seem bright at once.

A moment later, grandma's wrinkled face also showed a smile.

"OK, OK."

A few minutes later, the bored Fang Shengnan ran into the kitchen and was immediately startled.

Lin Yao has taken off her down jacket and shows her concave convex figure wearing only a sweater. Under the command of her grandmother, she is holding a kitchen knife and bending over.

On the chopping board was a steaming stewed beef. With the rhythmic sound, pieces of meat with uniform thickness fell off the other side of the kitchen knife and lay neatly on the chopping board.

While cooking, the grandmother next to her talked to Fang Xiaole. From time to time, she turned her head and looked at her granddaughter-in-law. Her thin face was full of smiles.

"Wow, stewed beef!"

Of course, Fang Shengnan didn't notice these details. At this time, her eyes were only fragrant beef. She came forward and grabbed a piece and put it into her mouth.

"Well, it's the best stewed beef made by Grandma!"

Wangcai, who followed her in, circled around her feet, kicked up her hind legs, bowed her front legs, and barked pleasantly.

"Go! Just wait for Ha'er to eat bones under the table. How can I give you such good beef? "

Fang Shengnan waved it away.

Wangcai immediately landed on all fours, ignored her and ran to Lin Yao's feet to lick it.

"My God, you dead licking dog!"

Fang Shengnan was furious.

"Sister, you're called Goubuli, ha ha."

Fang Shengnan mends the knife nearby.

"Fang Xiaole, don't think your wife is beautiful, I dare not do anything to you. Come here, don't run!"

"Sister, oh, be careful. I'm still cutting vegetables."

"Hehe, good, good..."

The rustic kitchen was filled with joy and warmth.