Good news! The host was loved by the Lord God at first sight

"Hey, Wanwan, this boy is so handsome."

Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang looked at their holding hands and smiled at each other.

Only Father Jiang looked surprised. He screamed, "Wanwan! Who is he?"

"Tell me who he is?!"

Father Jiang's eyes were red, and he wished he could just chop off the annoying hands that were holding his daughter!

Jiang Wan smiled shyly, pretending not to notice Jiang's father's murderous expression.

"Dad, he is my senior and boyfriend."

Sang Yu also followed up with, "Hello, uncle."

Xiaoxing in the system space said: "Host, you are so bad!"

Jiang Wan raised his eyebrows and replied calmly, "I think it's okay."

Xiaoxing: ...

Are you going to be satisfied only if you make him mad to death?!

Father Jiang was obviously furious. The daughter he raised was holding hands with a man and said that he was her boyfriend. This was nothing.

But! You are not yet an adult!

Girl, can you please wake up?

Father Jiang looked at Jiang Wan with a look of disappointment, and said to Sang Yu coldly, "Let go of your hand first."

"Let's eat first, the food is getting cold."

Grandma Jiang looked at Sang Yu kindly and spoke up to help him out at the right time.

Jiang Wan then pulled everyone to sit at the dinner table.

Jiang Wan sat next to Grandma Jiang, and Sang Yu naturally sat with her.

Next to him was Jiang's father, who was on the verge of exploding.

At the dinner table, questions about family background are inevitable.

"Xiao Yu is from City A, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

Father Jiang snorted coldly, expressing his dissatisfaction, and said sourly,

"You've already called Xiaoyu, how kind."

Of course, what he got in return was a roll of the eyes from the old man.

"Come on, come on, let's talk, don't worry about him."

Sang Yu smiled and replied, "Yeah."

Grandpa Jiang likes to practice calligraphy and read poetry. Some of the paintings hanging on the wall are his imitations.

Sang Yu knew how to please the old man, so she said sweetly:

"Grandpa, I think the calligraphy on the wall is really good, vigorous and powerful, flowing like clouds and running water."

“I wonder which master’s work this is?”

The old man laughed out loud, waved his hands, and said, "I'm not a great writer. I just wrote this for fun when I had nothing to do."

"Do you recognize the poem above? It's written by Master Sang Huaijin."

Without waiting for Sang Yu to answer, he murmured to himself, "I'm afraid you young people nowadays don't recognize it."

After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and stared at the painting in a trance.

Sang Yu's eyes lit up, and he pretended to casually pick up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into the bowl, and said casually, "Of course I recognize it. The Master Sang Huaijin that grandpa mentioned is my grandpa."

Thunderclaps struck out of nowhere. Sang Yu's shout scared the three people except Jiang Wan.

People of many ages have a love for Chinese studies that transcends the current era.

The Jiang family's ancestors were all civil servants, and they came from a family of scholars, so this was even more so.

Naturally, we have more respect for masters of Chinese studies.

Grandpa Jiang couldn't even hold the chopsticks in his hand steadily. With a "click", the chopsticks fell to the ground.

But he didn't care at all. He just looked at Sang Yu expectantly. His voice was trembling as he asked, "Really? Master Sang Huaijin is really your grandfather?"

Sang Yu nodded obediently, "Really."

Grandpa Jiang was overjoyed and excitedly held Grandma Jiang's hand, holding it tightly and unable to speak.

Sang Yu added, "Wanwan is grandpa's new apprentice, the new generation of Chinese culture inheritor."

Grandpa Jiang turned his gaze back to Jiang Wan, his mouth opened so wide that he could eat an egg.

"Really?"

Jiang Wan nodded and replied softly, "Yeah."

The hand under the table was suddenly grasped. Jiang Wan looked over and saw Sang Yu looking at her with a charming smile.

Jiang Wan secretly cursed him for being a vixen.

He was really brave. Jiang's father was sitting next to him and he was not afraid of being discovered.

Sang Yu squeezed her hand.

He seemed to like her hands very much and always liked to hold them and play with them.

Grandpa Jiang stood up excitedly and naturally saw their clasped hands.

He smiled and said jokingly, "Young man, let go of Wan's hand first. I have something to say to her."

Jiang Wan immediately broke free from his hand and stood up.

"Xiao Xing, is your Lord so clingy?"

Xiaoxing, who was cueed, looked at Jiang Wan with indescribable expression, then looked at the fragments, his eyes full of disgust.

Xiaoxing: [I can’t bear to watch it. I really can’t bear to watch it.]

"He wasn't like this before."

Jiang Wan gave it a doubtful look, "Are you sure?"

...Xiaoxing fell into deep thought.

The main god in his memory is clearly sacred and inviolable, and cannot be teased. Is this main god who sticks to the host like a dog-skin plaster really the selfless, almighty main god?

Seeing it fall silent, Jiang Wan returned his attention to reality, leaving Xiao Xing alone to ponder.

Grandpa Jiang was holding Jiang Wan's hand. He said to her solemnly and seriously, "Wan girl, Grandpa supports you. You must do your best to continue and develop Chinese studies. You can't let them be cut off in your generation."

As he spoke, Grandpa Jiang couldn't help but burst into tears.

He freed one hand to wipe away the hot tears on his face, then held Jiang Wan's hand again and sighed to her, "It is really a blessing for our Jiang family to have you. The ancestors' graves are smoking..."

Jiang Wan's heart was filled with mixed emotions. She held Grandpa Jiang's hand and made the same solemn and serious promise.

"Grandpa, I promise you, I will devote my entire life to this endeavor."

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other. Time reversed at this moment and the heavy burden fell on Jiang Wan.

Only after explaining all this did Grandpa Jiang feel satisfied.

He was swaying and trying to sit down. Grandma Jiang reached out her hand for help, but he waved her aside.

He said childishly, "No need to help, I'm still strong and I'm waiting to see Wanwan carry forward Chinese culture."

"Okay, okay, come on your own."

Grandma Jiang agreed with a smile and sat down as well.

Grandpa Jiang took a sip of tea, and as if he was thinking of something, he glared at Father Jiang fiercely.

Father Jiang was staring at her in bewilderment, not knowing what was going on.

He asked, "Dad, why are you glaring at me?"

"Why did I glare at you?" Grandpa Jiang rolled his eyes at him and said coldly, "Wan girl has become Master Sang Huaijin's disciple. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Father Jiang cried out that he was wronged, "I just found out about this, Dad."

How could he know that his daughter had become a disciple of a master of Chinese studies, and his daughter had never told him.

"If I knew, I would have told you a long time ago, Dad."

Grandpa Jiang didn't appreciate it at all and blamed him for not caring enough about Jiang Wan.

Father Jiang had no choice but to agree, unable to refute.

Turning around, Grandpa Jiang smiled and said to Jiang Wan, "You are worthy of being my granddaughter. You really inherited my good genes. Don't learn from your father. He is a bastard."

The speed of changing faces is astonishing.

Father Jiang was unconvinced and said, "Wanwan is still my daughter. She must have more good genes from me."

Grandpa Jiang glanced at him and sneered, "With all the bad things you've done, you still dare to say that Wan girl is like you?"

As he said this, he picked up the crutch beside him and was about to hit him, cursing, "I will break your dog legs."

Fortunately, Grandma Jiang stopped him and Father Jiang was spared a beating, otherwise he would have suffered.

After being insulted by Grandpa Jiang, Father Jiang didn't dare to say anything. He buried his head in eating, like a wronged young wife.

He muttered, "There are outsiders here, and you don't even give me some respect."

He would glance at Jiang Wan and Sang Yu from time to time while picking up food.

The latter was chatting enthusiastically with Grandpa Jiang. Seeing Grandpa Jiang's enthusiasm, those who didn't know would think Sang Yu was his son.

Father Jiang became even angrier!