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"What's wrong with Auntie Lan? Why does she run away when she sees someone?"

The driver walked inside while muttering.

Hongdou was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Xinyi pulled her back:

"Come on in, Anko, don't be afraid, just treat it as your own home."

It was already time to get off work, and Zhao Xinyi invited her to his home. He no longer called her "Boss", but called her "Hongdou" affectionately.

My own...home?

Hongdou chuckled:

"To be honest, your parking space is several times bigger than mine."

But she still followed Zhao Xinyi in.

After changing my shoes, I turned on the floor heating in the house and it was very warm.

After she took off her coat, the nanny poured her some tea. Zhao Xinyi asked curiously, "Where's Auntie Lan?"

"Auntie Lan suddenly had rheumatism and her legs hurt, so the young master asked her to go back to her room to rest. If the second young lady has anything to say, just let me know."

"I want to see Aunt Lan."

Zhao Xinyi stood up and pulled Hongdou along:

"It's a good opportunity for Aunt Lan to meet my best friend, Hongdou. Let me tell you, I met Aunt Lan when I was a kid, but I can't remember what she looks like anymore."

After hearing this, the nanny looked embarrassed:

"But Auntie Lan said she had gone to bed and asked us not to disturb her."

"Is she feeling unwell? Should she be sent to the hospital for a check-up?" Zhao Xinyi was still a little worried.

The nanny shook her head:

"It's an old illness. There's no point in going to the hospital. The food will be ready soon. The young master and the housekeeper are in the kitchen. Do you want to go and see them?"

"Okay, let's go take a look."

Zhao Xinyi held Hongdou's hand tightly.

Qingyuan has a dedicated cooking area, which is divided into three sections: Chinese, Western and desserts.

Stepping into the central kitchen, Hongdou saw the tall Zhao Kongqing, wearing an oatmeal-colored home suit and an off-white apron, with his back to them, concentrating on cooking.

"Brother, what delicious food are you going to make?"

Zhao Xinyi jumped over, patted Zhao Kongqing's left shoulder, but quickly hid behind him.

Zhao Kongqing turned around and saw Hongdou.

"Miss Nan, welcome."

Zhao Kongqing raised his hand, "There is only one dish left. Please wait for a moment, Miss Nan. Xinyi, stop making trouble. Take Miss Nan to the living room to sit and eat some fruit. The kitchen smells strong. Don't make Miss Nan feel uncomfortable."

"Aren't you afraid of fumigating your own sister?"

Zhao Xinyi walked to the door while talking, holding Hongdou's arm:

"He has a bad habit when cooking. He doesn't like being watched by others. It's as if he wants to poison the food and is afraid that we will know. Come on, let's go to the living room to eat."

On the coffee table in the living room, in addition to some fruits that are so expensive that Hongdou feels guilty even to look at them for a second, there is also a box of six-grid exquisite snacks, each of which is shaped like a flower, which makes people's appetite whetted just by looking at them.

Zhao Xinyi took a fancy to the peach blossom cake and handed a piece to Hongdou:

"Try it. Eat two pieces first to fill your stomach."

Hongdou originally thought that this beautiful and delicate pastry was just for show, but after she took a bite, she suddenly felt that the taste was very familiar. She couldn't help but ask:

“It’s delicious. Where did you buy it?”

Zhao Xinyi shook her head:

"I don't know. Let me ask."

So she waved to the nanny and asked her where to buy the pastries.

The nanny smiled:

"I didn't buy this. Auntie Lan made this this afternoon. Young Master wanted to eat Auntie Lan's pastries, so she made these six kinds of pastries in different ways and divided them into three portions. Two of them were packaged for the Second Miss and your friends to take back home to eat."

"Oh, Auntie Lan made it."

Zhao Xinyi looked at Hongdou.

Hongdou ate two more pieces of different flavors and colors. She didn't even have time to drink a sip of water after finishing them, and asked hurriedly:

"What's Auntie Lan's full name?"

The nanny shook her head:

"I don't know. Everyone calls her Auntie Lan, so I followed suit."

"Okay, go get busy."

After Zhao Xinyi sent the nanny away, she quickly asked Hongdou:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the cake? Or is it that Auntie Lan..."

Hongdou leaned closer and whispered, "Do you remember the private restaurant I took you and Grandpa to? It was run by Grandma Cat. But the day I took you there, Grandma Cat hid from Grandpa, and the private restaurant was closed and transferred that night."

"remember."

Zhao Xinyi nodded.

"Then do you remember what Grandma Cat's name was?" Hongdou asked.

Zhao Xinyi's eyes widened, somewhat unable to believe it:

"My last name is Xia Lan."

Correct.

Xia Lan.

The one at home who saw them coming but hid in her room, claiming to be sick, was called Aunt Lan.

"Oh my god, it can't be such a coincidence, right? I met Auntie Lan when I was a kid. It seems like she was a nanny in our house, but she passed away later for some reason. But Xia Lan should be a grandmother-level figure, and Grandma Xia is a doctor and can cook. Such a great figure shouldn't be a nanny for someone else's family, right? Nannies in that era were not like today. They were tiring and poor."

After Zhao Xinyi finished sighing, she stood up.

Being pulled by Hongdou:

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go ask my brother. He must know Aunt Lan's last name."

"Don't, don't go!"

Hongdou hurriedly stopped Zhao Xinyi. After she sat down, Hongdou whispered, "Think about it, why did Grandma Cat close her private restaurant? Wasn't it because she was recognized? If Aunt Lan is really Grandma Cat, she will have to move somewhere else to survive if you ask her like this. You don't come back here often anyway, so just pretend you don't know."

Zhao Xinyi thought about it and nodded:

"I think what you said makes sense."

But the problem now is that we have to figure out what the relationship between Zhao Kongqing and this Aunt Lan is?

Soon, all the dishes were served.

Zhao Xinyi pretended to ask:

"Brother, do you want to go and call Auntie Lan to eat together?"

"She's not feeling well. She's been busy all day and is exhausted. Let her sleep first. Come on, Miss Nan, can you have a couple of drinks?"

"Of course I can, but I heard from Xinyi that you don't seem to drink?"

"To be precise, fruit wine is more like a drink, right? We are glad to have Miss Nan here today, so let's have a couple of drinks to liven up the atmosphere."

Zhao Kongqing poured a cup for Hongdou and another for Zhao Xinyi.

Zhao Xinyi looked at the old butler standing beside him:

"Uncle Zhao, won't you sit down and eat with us?"

"We have left some food for you to eat later. Don't worry about me, Second Miss." Uncle Zhao had been staring at Hongdou.

Hongdou felt weird.

It wasn't the kind of discomfort that comes from being stared at, but more like being watched by an elder.

"Miss Nan, please try these dishes. I have just learned how to make them."

Zhao Kongqing picked up some food for Hongdou.

Zhao Xinyi deliberately picked up the bowl and pretended to be angry:

"Brother, what about me?"

"I'll give you a bite too, you little greedy cat."

Zhao Kongqing dotes on his sister very much.

Zhao Xinyi said coquettishly, "One chopstick is not enough. The food my brother cooks is the most delicious in the world."

Hongdou couldn't help but smile. After all, Zhao Xinyi often said this. Once she ate something delicious, she would sigh and say that it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life.

And red beans also tasted it, the taste...

She couldn't help but look at Zhao Xinyi. Zhao Xinyi noticed it after taking two bites, so she looked up:

"Brother, did you learn these dishes from Auntie Lan?"

"You little girl are so rude. You should call her Granny Lan. Auntie Lan is what your parents call her." Zhao Kongqing calmly emphasized Auntie Lan's age.

Zhao Xinyi whispered:

"Grandma Lan? Didn't I call her Auntie Lan when I was a child?"

"That's because you talk like an adult."

"Oh, brother, what's Aunt Lan's full name?" Zhao Xinyi was a person who couldn't hold back her words, and as soon as she started talking, she forgot everything she had agreed with Hongdou.

Hongdou was so anxious that she kicked her secretly under the table, but she saw Zhao Kongqing move a little, then smiled and said:

"Miss Nan, are you cold? Your feet seem to be shaking."