Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"Nannan? What are you thinking about?"

Just then, a kind voice with a smile sounded.

The figure that overlapped with her memory, in the steam accompanied by the aroma of red oil, stood in front of her through her memories.

Grandma looked at her with eyes full of love, stretched out her warm palm to pinch her face, and said with a smile: "Don't be dazed, don't you want to eat red oil dumplings? Come quickly."

He led her to the dining table, muttering as he walked, "Eating on an empty stomach so early in the morning is bad for your stomach. I made sure to use less spicy food. Did you drink any water?"

Trivial chatter, the aroma of red oil wontons, and the sound of Huo Qianqian and Huo Xiaoning whispering together...

All the bits and pieces make up a detailed reality.

It's not a dream.

She no longer needed to rely on dreams to recall the warm past, nor did she need to be sad alone in the room.

She has changed the past, now has a living grandmother, and can once again eat a bowl of fragrant and slightly spicy red oil wontons.

Instead of just searching for that taste in memory.

In her previous life, after her grandmother passed away, she made red oil dumplings countless times by herself, following the steps of her grandmother in her memory, but she could never get the taste she wanted.

Ruan Xingchen sat at the dining table and drank the warm water in the cup.

A big smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, grandma, I'm going to start eating!"

The plump white wontons with a red oil sheen lie in a white porcelain spoon. The combination of red and white makes it particularly appetizing.

When you take a bite, the tender meat filling is chewy and the spiciness is subtle but just right. It is extremely appetizing and the spicy taste blooms on the tip of your tongue.

It makes people unconsciously speed up their chewing movements.

I swallowed the wonton in my mouth, scooped a small spoonful of the still hot soup and drank it, which warmed my stomach all the way.

Ruan Xingchen's eyes suddenly turned red and she couldn't control her tears.

This is the taste she has been searching for countless times in her dreams.

With the warm taste that belongs only to my grandmother, it is both a childhood memory and her treasure.

Big tears fell into the soup, and her tongue tasted sour.

"Why are you still crying?"

Grandma panicked, concerned and anxious: "What's wrong? Grandma's wontons are not tasty? Did you put too much salt?"

"No, it's delicious. It's the best wonton with red oil I've ever had."

Ruan Xingchen shook her head, her eyelashes trembling, and the smile on her face widened: "I am so delicious that I am crying."

Grandma paused.

She made homemade red oil wontons, which tasted just average. How could it be so delicious that it would make you cry?

What made her freeze was the expression on Ruan Xingchen's face.

Although he was smiling, his eyes held thousands of words, as if he had traveled thousands of miles and experienced many vicissitudes of life before finally coming to her.

Eating a bowl of red oil wonton can soothe all the pain and bring satisfaction.

Grandma's heart suddenly felt a little sad, and her eyes turned red for some reason.

"Silly girl."

After wiping the corners of her eyes, a smile appeared on her face. Grandma's voice softened and she said softly, "If you like it, eat more. Grandma will make it for you in the future."

Ruan Xingchen nodded vigorously.

Yes, now whenever she wants to eat something, she can ask her grandma to make it for her, and she doesn’t have to miss it herself anymore.

He drank up all the soup and put down his chopsticks, with a look of hesitation on Ruan Xingchen's face.

"Grandma, I just received a call from Ruan Zeming..."

She clenched her chopsticks, her finger bones turning slightly white.

The smile on grandma's face froze, and a trace of disgust and sadness flashed in her eyes: "Why did he look for you again?"

She had a miserable life and her husband died early.

They had a son and a daughter. The son was lost when he was a child, and the daughter died in her prime.

Of course she didn't look happy when she mentioned the culprit.

In the past few decades of her life, if there was anyone who made my grandmother hate him, it must be Ruan Zeming.

She raised her daughter like a jewel and handed her over to him with her own hands, but what she got back was the news of her death.

Which mother can accept such an outcome?

"I asked you to arrange a role for Ruan Weisi, but I didn't agree."

Looking at her grandmother's reaction, Ruan Xingchen became more hesitant and looked at her expression cautiously.

She didn't know whether she should ask or not, nor did she know if she was being too sensitive.

She couldn't let go of the phone call this morning and couldn't help but want to find out more information.

"You can't agree to him!"

Grandma sneered and said indignantly, "How dare he find fault with you? He's never taken care of you in your entire life, and now he's throwing dirty water on you. How can he have the nerve to let you do something?"

"It's true that if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather."

Wiping her unconsciously red eyes, grandma cursed with hatred: "I was so blind to let your mother marry such an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

Ruan Zeming has no parents and grew up with Lin Changpei.

His grandmother treated him as half her own son and took good care of him.

The results of it?

Thinking of her dead daughter, the grandmother's heart ached and she sighed deeply: "My Changpei..."

"Grandma, don't be angry."

Seeing her emotional, Ruan Xingchen hurriedly said a few words to comfort her: "I'm not sad at all. He doesn't treat me as his daughter, so I just pretend that he doesn't have such a father."

"I actually wanted to ask you something."

She finally spoke.

She didn't know whether she was too sensitive or had a prejudice against Ruan Zeming, which caused her to have such bizarre thoughts.

But she still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Lin Changpei is her mother and her grandmother's beloved daughter.

Even if it was a misunderstanding, she wanted to get to the bottom of it. It was better than being confused and letting the deceased suffer injustice forever.

Whether it is an unjust death or an accident, there must be a result.

"Have you seen my mother's body? Was there anything unusual before... before my mother gave birth to me?"

"I'd like to see it, but that bastard Ruan Zeming won't let me!"

Thinking of the scene at that time, my grandmother gritted her teeth and said angrily, "He always pretends to be so pretentious. He just gave you to me and left, and only informed me to attend Chang Pei's funeral!"

She didn't even get to see her daughter for the last time.

Ruan Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, as if something was floating up.

"During that time, your mother and him had a conflicting opinion and their relationship was not good. They were in a cold war all day long."

Grandma shed tears: "I tried to persuade her at the time that marital grudges wouldn't last overnight, and that they should live a good life. Now it seems... I regret it so much!"

She really regretted it.

If she had known that Ruan Zeming was such a heartless person, why would she have advised the pregnant Lin Changpei to be more considerate to him?

"cold war?"

Ruan Xingchen felt her mouth was dry. She numbly handed her grandmother a tissue, her voice tense, "Did Mom tell me what the reason was?"