after scraping a customer's car

Shen Ci opened his mouth to ask Song Yan for help, and Song Yan was more than 1 happy, and even quite happy.

When Shen Ci took him to see his grandfather, he was a little puzzled, "You're not angry."

Song Yan understood what he meant, and said with a guilty conscience: "We are friends, and we should help."

Shen Ci looked at him suspiciously, and said, "I really made the right friend with a friend like you."

Song Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, and Shen Ci didn't speak any more. They drove the car silently, and the car fell into silence for a while.

Regarding Song Yan's quick promise to help him lie, Shen Ci didn't think too deeply about it, but felt that Song Yan was a little too good, and recalling the series of things that happened before the car was scrapped, he broke the silence and said with a smile: "I really do What's more, I don't know how to thank you, you are so kind to help me so much."

Song Yan sat in the passenger seat and smiled, "It should be, you take me first."

From the very beginning of contact with Shen Ci, Song Yan felt that Shen Ci was not pretending to be a good person, but treating him sincerely.

Therefore, helping him lie is just a matter of nodding, not to mention, Song Yan's little thoughts in his heart are really eager to help Shen quit.

As the car moved forward, Shen Ci said, "It's almost there, don't be nervous."

Song Yan was indeed a little nervous, and hurriedly asked: "When I get home, I can call you Grandpa, right?" Then he asked: "Is my clothes not embarrassing you?"

"Yes, just call Grandpa," Shen Ci said while turning his head to look at Song Yan, and smiled briefly, "You are very handsome, really."

Hearing this, Song Yan smiled, and straightened his tie a little, but he still didn't have much confidence in his words, "I'm afraid grandpa will be angry with you. After all, you are so outstanding, anyone will think you have bad eyesight."

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile, "Are you getting into the drama too much? We are pretending to be a couple, so you don't care what other people say."

It was as if a pot of cold water had poured Song Yan a chill, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't answer, but asked, "How long is it?"

"After turning this corner, we will be there in 5 minutes." Shen Ci said.

Song Yan looked forward, slowly considering what to say when we meet later.

A villa soon came into view. The car drove towards the villa, and the grand door slowly opened. The scenery in the villa made Shen Ci a little dumbfounded.

Not long after the car stopped, Shen Ci smiled lightly, and while unfastening his seat belt, he said, "Let's get out of the car."

Song Yan got out of the car, beating drums in his heart as he walked, and someone received them at the door.

"Master, master is waiting for you in the living room." The housekeeper said respectfully.

Shen Ci nodded and led Song Yan into the house.The high foyer is retro and luxurious. Beyond the entrance, the large living room in front of him makes Shen Ci's eyes shine. The decoration is elegant and simple, and it is rich and graceful. Song Yan was amazed.

"Grandpa," Shen Ci said to Mr. Shen who was sitting on the sofa, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Mr. Shen responded, without looking at Song Yan, but just drinking tea slowly.

Song Yan followed Shen Ci to stand still, and called out respectfully, "Grandpa."

Mr. Shen swallowed the tea in his mouth, and then stared at Song Yan rather sharply, without saying a word, just looked at it with scrutiny.

Song Yan stood there motionless, letting the master look at him, feeling so nervous that he had the illusion for a moment, thinking that this was like seeing his parents.

"Grandpa," Shen Ci walked up to the old man, sat down, and said with a smile on his face, "Everyone is here, won't Grandpa let you sit?"

Mr. Shen responded, his granddaughter-in-law was a man, which really made him feel bad, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of displeasure, but because of Shen Ci, he still said, "Sit down."

Song Yan nodded slightly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

As soon as he sat down, the teacup in Mr. Shen's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Song Yan couldn't help shivering in fright.

"Grandpa!" Shen Ci was slightly startled, looked at the old man's trembling hands, and worried, "What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Shen ignored it. He was angry, but he could only bear it back. He really couldn't figure out why he would like a man if he didn't like a good woman.

Shen Ci and Song Yan exchanged glances, Shen Ci coughed and said, "Grandpa, I'll pour you another cup of tea."

"No need," old man Shen exhaled lightly, and said, "you will have dinner with me later."

Shen Ci nodded, looked at Song Yan again, thought for a while, and said, "Grandpa, Song Yan is the cook, and he always eats the dishes that the cook at home has a lot of. Do you want to change the taste?"

Mr. Shen seems to be talking about the main thing. He has a bad appetite recently, and he really wants to change his taste. However, he doesn't intend to let his upset boy cook. He was about to refuse when he heard Song Yan say: " Grandpa, if you don’t mind, I’ll make some dishes for you to try, or you can order some dishes.”

Apparently, Mr. Shen snorted disdainfully at these words, and asked, "I can order anything?"

Song Yan paused, "As long as grandpa wants to eat and has the ingredients, I will definitely make it."

"I want to eat a big pot of rice, I want to eat corn-bread pickled vegetables, and I also want to eat dried taro seeds, elm seeds, sophora japonica flowers..." Mr. Shen deliberately made things difficult for him, "I'm afraid you don't even know what these are?"

Song Yan pursed his lower lip, "Grandpa, do you have these materials in the kitchen at home? If I have them, I can make them."

Mr. Shen didn't speak.

Shen Ci knew that his grandfather deliberately made things difficult for Song Yan, and said, "Grandpa, you actually said something that is hard to buy now."

Mr. Shen took a sip of his tea and smiled, "Isn't he the cook? He also asked me to order."

Shen Ci curled up the corners of his mouth amusedly, and pulled out a hint of a smile, "Grandpa, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, you're embarrassing me."

Mr. Shen's stubbornness came up, "I am embarrassing others? You are embarrassing me, an old man!"

This sentence made the atmosphere a bit cold for a moment. Mr. Shen tugged his sleeves, impatiently, "If you can't cook, you can't do it. What are you trying to do? You think being a cook is great!"

Shen Ci frowned, and also lost his temper, "Grandpa, you asked me to bring someone to see you, and you didn't show a good face when we came, so why don't we go now."

Old Master Shen was enraged, he slapped the coffee table hard, glared at Shen Ci, stood up and left.

Shen Ci and Song Yan were stunned when the old man ran away like this, and Shen Ci's bad temper suddenly came up, "Song Yan, let's go too."

Song Yan stared, "Let's go?"

"Yeah," Shen Ci stood up, "don't leave and stay here until grandpa kills you with a gun?"

Song Yan was surprised, his focus was on the "gun", and he asked curiously, "Grandpa can use a gun?"

"He used to be a soldier, and there is a gun in the study." Shen Ci replied casually, taking the car keys, "I won't coax you." After speaking, he called Song Yan to leave.

Song Yan hesitated a little, stood up, "Shen Ci, I think..."

Shen Ci looked at him suspiciously.

"I want to make a meal for grandpa before leaving." Song Yan said, "Wowotou, pickles, these can be made."

Shen Ci frowned slightly, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Song Yan, you... are you stupid or stupid?"

Song Yan smiled embarrassedly, "I have an occupational disease."

Shen Ci was funny, seeing him insisting, he agreed, and took Song Yan into the kitchen.

Song Yan asked the cook if he had any ingredients he needed, and the cook said that there were cornmeal and pickled mustard greens.

Song Yan nodded happily, "That's enough, thank you."

Shen Ci asked the cook to go out. He stood in the kitchen with his hands in his trouser pockets and his long legs. He looked at Song Yan who had started to work, and asked, "You just make corn bread and pickles?"

"There are so many ingredients in your kitchen, I'll make two more." Song Yan washed his hands and started making cornmeal.

Song Yan's actions made Shen Ci feel a little embarrassed, and said apologetically, "My grandpa has that temper, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Song Yan looked back at him and said with a smile: "I can see that, and I can also see that your temper is just like grandpa's."

Shen Ci rarely said mischievously: "I have a much better temper than my grandfather. Compared with him, I am that little sheep."

Song Yan smiled and kneaded the dough neatly.

Shen Ci looked at him for a while and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, you, go and have a conversation with grandpa." Song Yan was like an adult teaching a child, "Grandpa says whatever, don't be stubborn with him, I can see that grandpa has a stubborn temper, it's right to follow him."

Shen Ci smiled indifferently, "That's because you haven't seen my grandfather beat my second uncle with a military stick."

Song Yan froze for a moment, frowned slightly, looked at Shen Ci again, and asked, "Has Grandpa ever hit you?"

Shen Ci looked at the concern in his eyes, smiled and shook his head, "No, grandpa still loves me very much, but he always makes me do push-ups, especially when I make mistakes, he always punishes me for a hundred push-ups .”

Song Yan couldn't help being surprised again, and then said with a smile: "Can you do it?"

"Underestimate me?" Shen Ci raised an eyebrow.

Song Yan shook his head, "No, I..." He smiled, "I can also do a hundred push-ups."

Shen Ci was a little surprised, "I can't see it, then we will have a chance to compare in the future."

"Okay." Song Yan put the kneaded Wowotou into the steamer.

Shen Ci leaned forward to take a look, and saw that the cornbread he rubbed was so beautiful, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, "Every bun you knead looks so good, and it's the same size."

Song Yan smiled, "Obsessive-compulsive disorder is like this in the army."

Shen Ci was stunned, "Have you ever seen steamed buns in the army?"

"..." Song Yan hesitated, "Watching those documentaries, everything in the army is neat and tidy, but it is the benefit of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Song Yan nodded, "Yes, I heard from my grandfather about this." He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and said, "Then I'll go and see my grandfather."

"Okay." Song Yan didn't look at him, just focused on his own work.

The kitchen has a microwave oven, an oven, and all kinds of kitchen utensils. After steaming the cornmeal steamed buns, Song Yan looks at the ingredients and prepares to cook a few nutritious and easy-to-digest dishes.

After about 10 minutes, the grandpa and grandson who were sitting and talking in the living room smelled the smell of food and steamed bread.

Mr. Shen swallowed involuntarily.

Shen Ci turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, and said, "Grandpa, he made you steamed buns, you can try it later, and see if it tastes like the one you ate in the army before."

"He wants to look like an army, so he can only think about it." Mr. Shen snorted.

"Whether it smells like that or not, you'll know when you taste it."

Old Man Shen was unhappy, and frowned at him, "Are you finished, brat? You've been protecting him since you entered the door, are you ashamed?"

"..." Shen Ci rubbed his nose uncomfortably, stood up, "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

If you ignore other things, Song Yan is really suitable to be the other half. The most important thing is that this person can cook so many delicious food.

Shen Ci stared blankly at the dishes that Song Yan had prepared, and said, "How do you do it so quickly?"

"There are so many kitchen utensils in the kitchen. I steam, cook, stew and stir-fry, and even use the microwave." Song Yan cut up the pickles, "I'll make a small pickle at the end." He said, looking at Shen Ci, "You and Grandpa are Aren't you in a hurry?"

"No," Shen Ci looked at him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Yan laughed, "What's the hard work, just cook a few dishes."

Shen Ci's extremely beautiful eyes blinked, hesitated for a while, approached Song Yan, and lowered his voice, "We will try our best to pretend to be affectionate when we eat later."

Song Yan paused for chopping vegetables, then nodded, "Don't worry, I promise you, I will try my best to do my best."

Seeing that he looked a little silly, Shen Ci couldn't help laughing, and jokingly said: "If it's not good, then I'll return the product and give you a bad review."

Song Yan smiled and nodded, "Okay, the customer comes first, I don't care what you do."

Six dishes and one porridge were served, as well as cornmeal steamed buns and a plate of fried pickles.

Mr. Shen looked at these dishes, his eyes stopped on Wowotou, he was silent for a while, and changed his tone of gossip, "Okay, let's eat."

Shen Ci brought him a bun, "Grandpa, try it."

Mr. Shen took a bite of it, chewed it slowly, then ate the whole bun in one go, took another one, and ate it with pickles. After eating this, the old man finally looked at Song Yan, Ask: "How long have you been a cook?"

Song Yan paused for a moment and said, "Ten years."

"Where is the cook now?" Mr. Shen asked again.

Song Yan mentioned the name of a hotel, and Mr. Shen looked at him meaningfully, "How about where?"

"Very good, Grandpa." Song Yan replied simply, "The leader took good care of me and promoted me to head chef."

Mr. Shen picked up his chopsticks and took another mouthful of pickled vegetables. He didn't make a sound. After a while, he asked again: "Who else is in your family? What do they do?"

Song Yan answered honestly.

When he heard that Song Yan's parents had died young, Master Shen's eyes changed, and his eyes softened. After eating two mouthfuls of food, he continued to ask: "How long have you known Ah Ci? How did you two..."

"Grandpa," Shen Ci couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you checking your household registration?"

"What?" Old Master Shen cast his eyes on him, and said displeasedly: "You are all going to get married, can't I, a grandfather, ask me?"

Both Shen Ci and Song Yan were stunned for a moment, thinking about how to change the subject, when Old Master Shen said, "May [-]st, I have a child I like very much who is getting married, and his life has been changed once. Grandpa's comrade-in-arms, you two should get married on another day," he said, looking at Song Yan, "June [-] is not bad, July [-] is even better, one builds the party and the other builds the army, what do you think?" He asked Song Yan, without waiting for an answer, the old man changed the topic, "I will organize your wedding!"

Shen Ci and Song Yan, "..."