A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

"Jingjing is serious!" Old Mrs. Lu frowned slightly.

She originally thought that her grandson had deliberately sent a young girl to appease her because she had been pressuring him lately.

Judging from the current situation, it's probably true.

"Don't you know what kind of person your grandson is?" Old Master Lu shook his head and chuckled.

That's just stubbornness.

Once you've made up your mind, nothing can change it.

"But that girl is only seventeen." This is what worries Grandma Lu the most.

My grandson is already twenty-three, and that girl is only seventeen. By the time the girl reaches marriageable age, my grandson will be twenty-six.

When will those two old folks ever be able to hold their great-grandchildren?!

"Your precious Jingjing said that good food is worth waiting for," Grandpa Lu joked with a smile.

"He's not afraid, but this old woman is!" Old Mrs. Lu said with a bitter face, on the verge of tears.

Those two old guys are seventy-four and seventy respectively, they only have a few years left to live.

She just wanted to hug her great-grandson before she passed away, but why was it so difficult for her?

"Old man, why don't you go and talk to Jingjing..." Old Mrs. Lu frowned as she looked at Old Mr. Lu.

"Do you think your precious grandson will listen to me?" Old Master Lu chuckled.

Grandma Lu's face immediately fell.

"Don't you know what kind of person your precious grandson is? Just let nature take its course!" Grandpa Lu patted Grandma Lu's shoulder reassuringly.

Grandma Lu remained silent, pondering to herself with her head down.

A moment later, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Grandpa Lu, "Why don't you go and say hello to Xiao Zhao and ask him to tell that little girl she's two years older?"

"The young lady hasn't even agreed to date your precious grandson yet, what's the point of telling her you're two years older?" Old Master Lu smiled helplessly.

If the young girl doesn't agree, it won't matter if you say you're two years older or even twenty years older.

Grandma Lu frowned even more deeply.

"Grandma, Yu Jing needs to learn to cook for herself." Wang Ma's slightly anxious voice came from outside the door.

She thought Lu Yujing's actions were just a passing whim.

Little did I know he was going to get serious.

Grandma Lu couldn't care less about her great-grandson at this moment; she jumped up and ran downstairs.

Grandpa Lu shook his head helplessly.

A loving mother often spoils her child!

Grandparents often spoil their grandchildren!

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When Grandma Lu rushed into the kitchen, Lu Yujing had already poured the shredded potatoes into the pot and was stir-frying them.

Smelling the raw oil in the air, Grandma Lu and Aunt Wang exchanged a smile.

"Wang Ma, why does the color of my shredded potatoes look strange?" Lu Yujing frowned as she looked at the yellowish-brown shredded potatoes in the pot, completely baffled.

Shouldn't shredded potatoes be pale yellow?

"And this oil, isn't there a bit too much?" Lu Yujing asked, voicing his doubts.

"Oh dear! This isn't just a little too much. You can't call this stir-fried potato shreds; it has to be deep-fried potato shreds." Wang Ma laughed, her face crinkling with wrinkles.

Grandma Lu was also beaming from ear to ear.

"Jingjing! Stop making a fuss. Just tell your Aunt Wang what you want to eat from now on."

"Practice makes perfect. You'll get the hang of it after a few tries." Lu Yujing poured out the oil and shredded potatoes from the pot and started washing it.

His expression clearly showed that he had no intention of stopping there.

"Ring ring ring..." The telephone in the living room suddenly rang.

Wang Ma jogged over to answer the phone.

A moment later, she turned back and said, "Yu Jing, Xiao Meng said that someone named Jian something called you..."

Wang Ma only felt a figure flash past her.

look again...

Who's left in front of the stove?!

As soon as Lu Yujing rushed to the living room, Old Mrs. Lu quietly slipped to the corner of the stairs.

“Hello…” Lu Yujing said, trying to sound calm.

But his pounding heart betrayed him completely.

"Political Commissar, Comrade Jian Qingyi just called looking for you..." Meng Xiaoyang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What did she say?" Lu Yujing wanted to raise his hand and slap himself twice.

The girl finally managed to call him...

He's not here yet.

Lu Yujing regretted it more and more the more she thought about it.

If I had known, I would have waited for him in his office.

"She only asked if you were there, and I said no. Then I asked Comrade Jian Qingyi to leave her phone number. Political Commissar, do you want it?" Meng Xiaoyang on the other end of the phone was also unsure of Lu Yujing's intentions.

In the past, young girls had come to the military region to look for Lu Yujing, but they all came with smiles and left in tears.

Once, we encountered a stubborn little girl. Even though the political commissar said he wouldn't see her, she insisted on standing in the sun and waiting.

In the sweltering heat of 40 degrees Celsius, the leaves on the trees were all wilting, but the little girl stood there motionless under the sun.

No amount of persuasion from anyone could change anything.

Everyone thought that if the political committee went down to see that girl, they would at least be able to persuade her to leave!

In that kind of weather, getting completely sunburned and dehydrated is no joke.

result……

Until the little girl collapsed from heatstroke and was carried away, his political commissar never showed up.

They didn't even ask a single question.

Afterwards, Secretary Zhou Chenfeng jokingly called him heartless.

His political commissar coldly replied, "Did I make her stand there in the sun?"

Everyone agreed that his political commissar simply didn't have the heart to pity women.

"Speak!" Lu Yujing's voice carried a hint of urgency.

They were afraid the little girl would get impatient if she waited too long.

"What did you say?" Meng Xiaoyang didn't react for a moment.

"Phone number!" Lu Yujing ground his back teeth.

"Oh, oh!" Meng Xiaoyang quickly rattled off a string of numbers.

"Ten kilometers of cross-country running with weights." Lu Yujing blurted out before hanging up the phone.

Hearing the beeping sound from the microphone, Meng Xiaoyang felt like crying but had no tears left.

the other side

Having obtained the phone number, Lu Yujing didn't waste a second and immediately dialed it.

Jian Qingyi was stuffing sunflower seeds into the pocket of the young lady in the mailroom when the phone rang.

The young lady tactfully went outside while cracking sunflower seeds.

“Hello…” Jian Qingyi answered the phone.

"Yi Yi..." Hearing the voice he had been longing for day and night, Lu Yujing was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

At the corner of the stairwell, both Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu, who were crouching down, perked up their ears.

"Political Commissar, could you give me the phone number of that garment factory?" Jian Qingyi didn't beat around the bush.

"Didn't you promise not to call me political commissar?" Lu Yujing's voice still sounded a little aggrieved.

"When did I agree to that?" Jian Qingyi frowned.

How could she not remember?

“When I took you home.” Lu Yujing sounded even more aggrieved.

"I don't think I agreed to that, did I?" Jian Qingyi thought back carefully.

"But you didn't refuse, did you?" the man said matter-of-factly.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

Did she not refuse?

No, is this the time to talk about this?

"Okay, okay, then I'll call you Lu Yujing from now on, alright? Now can you tell me the phone number of that clothing factory?" Jian Qingyi compromised.