She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"My third uncle, he doesn't seem to be very old."

Manshu touched his nose.

Why are you urging me? He is already the grandson-in-law reserved by her grandfather.

"Our Xinyi is a bit introverted, and I'm worried that he'll have to deal with Chinese medicine for the rest of his life."

Guo Changqing was muttering to himself while playing chess with Manshu.

But as I was talking, I felt something was wrong.

"Well, why am I talking to a little girl like you? You are a senior in high school, and your most important task right now is to study."

"Yeah." Manshu nodded.

"How are the results?"

It’s almost a common problem among the elderly that they all like to care about the academic performance of other people’s children.

Manshu didn't care much. She placed a chess piece: "First in the grade."

“Excellent.”

The two chatted while playing chess. Manshu's chess skills were not very good, so Guo Changqing certainly was not as serious about playing chess as he was with Yan Zhan.

More of them were even guiding Manshu.

The little girl was much sweeter than the boys, so Guo Changqing was happy to teach her.

In the kitchen, Yan Zhan and Guo Xinyi stood on each side.

Guo Xinyi made soup while Yan Zhan picked vegetables.

Neither of them spoke much, and each of them made half of the dish, with a clear division of labor.

The dishes cooked by Yan Zhan were all Manshu's favorites, and the dishes cooked by Guo Xinyi were all his grandfather's favorites.

However, the old man is old and should avoid many meat dishes.

Everything he made was bland.

This led to the situation that when the food was served, Guo Changqing always wanted to eat the dishes made by Yan Zhan and kept praising him.

"Xinyi, you need to learn from Yan Zhan. Look at the dishes he makes and compare them with yours. Do you feel embarrassed?"

As he said that, he picked up the spicy spareribs with his chopsticks.

Guo Xinyi took the lead and put the ribs into her bowl: "Grandpa, you eat this."

He scooped up the ribs from the soup and put them into Guo Changqing's bowl.

"Humph, unworthy descendants!"

Guo Changqing really wanted to eat, but he also really needed to maintain his health.

I originally wanted to eat a piece secretly, but was caught by my grandson. It’s really hateful.

Manshu happened to be sitting next to them, eating with great relish, which made them even more appetizing.

Manshu was completely unaware that while she was eating spare ribs, Yan Zhan was peeling shrimps for her.

The shrimps were light and tasted good. Manshu ate a few bites of pork ribs and two bites of shrimps.

Basically, there was always shrimp in her bowl.

Guo Changqing wanted to say something, but finally held back.

Forget it, he’s not my own child, so whatever.

After lunch, the two said goodbye.

On the way back, Yan Zhan told Feng's father the good news.

Mr. Guo did not refuse, but only said that the role he could play was very limited, so it was open to discussion.

As for Feng's father, he immediately asked Feng's mother to prepare gifts and come to seek medical treatment after the New Year!

When Manshu and Yan Zhan returned home, the old man looked at them and found that their noses were not noses and their eyes were not eyes.

It's New Year's Day, but she actually left him alone at home and went out to eat. How hateful!

However, he was not idle either.

Starting today, people started calling to wish me a happy new year.

The old man's ears are almost covered with calluses.

When Manshu and Yan Zhan came back, he found an excuse and put the phone aside.

The three of them began to think about making a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

Manshu raised his hand: "I want to be a fish."

Fish in the New Year’s Eve dinner is a staple dish!

The old man was skeptical: "Manman, are you sure you want to cook fish? How about a simple one?"

For example, make a plate of steamed shrimp.

That is the easiest and requires no skills.

Or, stir-fry some vegetables or something.

"Well, there will be more every year. I have learned how to cook fish."