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After Grandpa Yan finished speaking, he asked Wu Xingmin, who was standing not far away, to help him back to his room.

Grandma Yan sighed and followed her back to the room.

Wu Xingmin sent the old man back to his room and returned to the living room.

"Zi Lan, let's go, I'll take you home."

"I won't leave! Grandpa just said it out of anger, how could he really drive me away?"

"Zi Lan, you'd better not embarrass me, your Uncle Wu. I will obey orders."

Father Yan glanced at Wu Xingmin and saw him nodding seriously, knowing that there was no room for change in this matter. The old man would not compromise with his granddaughter again.

Yan Zilan refused to get up. Although Wu Xingmin had been with the old man for more than ten or twenty years, almost like their biological uncle, in the final analysis, he was a man with a foreign surname and it was inconvenient to touch her.

In the end, Yan Ziyuan stood up, lifted her out with one hand, and threw her outside the yard.

"Yan Ziyuan, I am your eldest sister, and you do this to me just for a girl who has not yet married?"

"My eldest sister? Ha~ what kind of bullshit."

"If my wife hadn't stopped me today, I would have wanted you to look good!"

If he looks at Yan Zilan one more time, he will think of the painful slander she just made against Xiao Yu.

So regardless of her struggle, he turned around and entered the house.

"Zi Yuan, go and investigate who your eldest sister has been in contact with during these two days."

After all, she is his biological daughter, so Yan's father still knows her temperament very well.

Although sometimes my mind is not clear, I speak regardless of the situation, and I am still a bit unruly and willful.

But logically speaking, she didn't know about Song Fuyu's family affairs.

Not many people in the Yan family knew about this matter.

Even her eldest son Yan Zijun, who served as a brigade commander in the army, didn't know much about her father being imprisoned for murder, because after discussing with the old man, he decided to use some means to conceal it.

Therefore, it is doubtful that Yan Zilan knew so clearly.

But with Song Fuyu and Yu Anqi present just now, although Yan's father was suspicious, he couldn't find it easy to ask.

And on the occasion just now, based on his understanding of Yan Zilan, she would definitely not admit it, let alone tell where she learned the situation.

"I do not..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Fuyu tugged on the hem of his clothes.

"Okay, I'll go!"

"Uncle, aunt, you guys talk to Ziyuan, and I'll go to the kitchen to help Mrs. Liu."

Seeing that their father and son seemed to have something to say, Song Fuyu immediately stood up.

"Sister-in-law Liu is very busy, so I don't need your help."

"good!"

Song Fuyu touched his forehead and went to the kitchen.

Sister-in-law Liu has been working in the Yan family for ten years. This is the first time she has seen this situation today. She was so frightened that she stayed in the kitchen and did not dare to go out.

"Sister-in-law Liu, have you prepared the ingredients for tonight?"

"I have prepared part of it, but my hands were shaking just now, so I was a little slow in chopping vegetables."

It is understandable that Mrs. Liu would have such emotions. After all, she is just an ordinary woman.

"What do grandparents usually like to eat?"

"The chief prefers noodles with soup, while Aunt Tao prefers rice. But most of the time the chief caters to Aunt Tao's taste and eats rice with her."

"But if the chief is so angry today, it's not certain whether he will come out to eat."

Sister-in-law Liu told her what Grandpa Yan did when he was angry before. To put it simply, he refused to eat out of anger.

Sure enough, his temper is similar to that of a child, and his actions after getting angry are similar.

Song Fuyu glanced at the ingredients on the stove and said, "Sister-in-law Liu, it's getting late now. You continue to prepare the next ingredients, and I'll cook."

"Comrade Xiao Song, how can this be done? You are a guest, how can I let you do it?"

"It's okay. It's almost 05:30 now. You're scared today too. By the time the food is done, it will be completely dark."

Liu Cui thought for a moment and gave up her seat in front of the stove.

After asking about the ingredients that would be prepared next, Song Fuyu planned the dishes to be made in the evening.

Prepare to make egg-filled tofu, minced pork and winter melon, vermicelli cabbage, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and a fresh hibiscus vegetable soup.

While the soup was boiling, she took another egg and a tomato and asked Mrs. Liu to dig some flour and cook a pimple soup for Grandpa Yan.

The old man must be very angry today, so make him some easy-to-eat pasta to help him feel better.

After all, one side is his biological granddaughter, and the other side is himself who can be said to have nothing to do with him for the time being.

After only getting along for such a short time, she was already very satisfied that Grandpa Yan could do this for her.

Although Yan Zilan was unexpected, the attitude of the Yan family made her feel that it was not a loss to invest in the stock.

I am afraid of the kind of elders who are single-minded and stand firmly on the side of their family no matter what happens. That is so terrifying.

"Comrade Xiao Song, your craftsmanship is really good. Just by smelling it, I think it tastes better than mine."

"Sister-in-law Liu, thank you for your praise. It's just because I'm better at these dishes and cook more of them. When it comes to cooking, it has to be you. Ziyuan used to praise me that your cooking is delicious, saying that every time I cook When the troops eat in the canteen, they all think about your craftsmanship."

Sister-in-law Liu blushed in embarrassment when she heard such a straightforward compliment.

"Comrade Xiao Song, you are really good at talking."

“It’s not about being able to speak, it’s about being true because you’re telling the truth.”

She also ate the dishes cooked by Mrs. Liu yesterday and today at noon, which were indeed good.

"Xiao Yu, why do you want to cook by yourself?"

Yan Ziyuan, who had just been sitting in the living room, knew from the smell that it was his wife's handiwork.

"No, I cooked some pimple soup for grandpa."

"The task of coaxing the old man out of the room will be left to you. I have already laid the preliminary foundation for you."

"No problem. If the old man doesn't come out, I'll open the door and carry him out."

"You think the fire is not burning bright enough today, are you ready to add more?"