Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Grandpa, let the aunt at home massage your legs later to see if it works." Luo Qingqian said with concern, seeing some sweat on his forehead from trimming flowers and plants.

She frowned subconsciously: "Grandpa, are you overtime again?"

"Didn't you say that you can't grow flowers and plants for more than an hour every day, how can we rest assured that you are so disobedient." Luo Qingqian sighed helplessly.

Mr. Han touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed that Luo Qingqian found out what he had done, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I won't practice anymore, I'm waiting for you."

Luo Qingqian knew that Mr. Han was always looking for excuses, but he also knew that the old man was boring, and it was boring to always find some work to do at home.

So she apologized slightly, took Mr. Han in, and ordered her servants to supervise Mr. Han, for fear that he would be disobedient again.

After he changed his clothes, Luo Qingqian was already in the kitchen, making the flour.

"Grandpa, do you want to eat dumplings, I will help you."

"You know how to make dumplings?" Han Lao raised his eyebrows on purpose.

Luo Qingqian raised the corners of her mouth arrogantly: "Of course, I still know how to make dumplings. I'll make you whatever fillings you want."

"There is still a quantity, so as not to make too much, and then we will have to eat the rest."

"It's okay, you can do more. I'm an old man, and I don't go anywhere. It's hot tomorrow, and I can have another meal."

Mr. Han waved his hand casually, but Luo Qingqian firmly opposed it.

"Grandpa, why are you disobedient again? I know you're saving money, but it's not good to have leftovers. I'll ask my aunt at home to cook less. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it."

"Next time, you won't allow it, do you know if you have such a concept again?" Luo Qingqian exhorted worriedly.

Old Han touched his nose when he heard the words: "Didn't I usually think that the two brats in the family are going to come back, should I cook more for them, who knows that they won't come back, and in the end there will only be food left."

"Qianqian, don't listen to grandpa. He said this on purpose to make you feel distressed, so he asked you to stay." Han Zhaoye didn't expect to be at home. At this time, he heard the voice downstairs and walked out of the room.

The first sentence he heard was from Han Lao, and he subconsciously refuted it.

Mr. Han immediately blew his beard and stared: "You brat, don't I usually leave food for you? It's too heartless for you to say that."

"Grandpa, I'm not wrong. I usually eat your leftovers. Besides, if I don't come back, I will call you in advance. If anyone forgets, it must not be me."

The meaning in the words seems to refer to Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han.

Luo Qingqian smiled slightly when she heard it in the kitchen, especially when she saw the two of them talking like that.

She hurriedly said: "Brother Zhaoye, do you want to eat dumplings? What kind of stuffing do you want? I'll make it together."

"Why don't you rest at home and come here?"

"Stinky boy, what do you mean by that, I want to come to my place to see what's wrong." Han Lao said angrily.

Han Zhaoye didn't pay attention to it at all, his current state is already a grandfather like a child, but he looked at Luo Qingqian and asked.

Luo Qingqian heard the words and said: "I really miss Grandpa, so I came to see him."