Uncle Chen and Yan Zhen were only halfway through eating when they saw Mrs. Wang coming with a basin.
She looked into the store and walked directly to Uncle Chen's table.
But when I saw that the person sitting opposite Uncle Chen was Yan Zhentian, I felt a little embarrassed.
If Lao Chen is considered good among ordinary old men, but compared to Yan Zhentian, he is still far behind.
However, Mrs. Wang's purpose is now clear.
She also gave up some ideas.
"Old Chen, what did you eat?"
"I haven't eaten here before, please give me a recommendation."
Next, Mrs. Wang sat at a table with them openly, and then kept looking for something to talk to Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen was left speechless. How could it be like this?
It was obviously fine before, but now Sister Wang makes him feel like...
Anyway, he quickly gave Yan Zhen an angelic look: "Old Yan, didn't you say you would play chess with me later?"
"I think we've almost eaten, why don't we leave now?"
If he doesn't leave, he won't be able to cope with it.
Yan Zhentian's eyes were teasing, but he still stood up cooperatively.
He paid the bill and called to Uncle Chen: "Let's go to my house to play chess."
"Okay, I really like staying at your house. It's much warmer than mine."
"Old Chen, don't leave in a hurry. I bought so much breakfast and I can't take it back. Can you help me?"
Seeing that they were about to leave, Mrs. Wang quickly stopped them.
"OK."
"Then I'll bring the soup back to you first. It won't taste good when it gets cold."
Uncle Chen had no choice but to help.
"Then I'll go back first?"
Yan Zhentian had no intention of helping, and Mrs. Wang didn't call him either.
"No, come with me."
Uncle Chen begged softly.
Yan Zhentian was amused: "Okay!"
Yan Zhentian walked on the left side of Uncle Chen, and Mrs. Wang walked on the right side. The three of them walked together like a Western scene.
When an old lady saw them and greeted them, she couldn't help but make fun of them.
However, before arriving at Mrs. Wang's house, a black Bentley drove up the road.
The car window was suddenly pressed down, and Manshu's face appeared in the cab: "Grandpa?"
"Manman!"
Yan Zhentian's eyes lit up, "You...are you back?"
Originally, he wanted to ask if everything was okay, but then he remembered that there were outsiders around, so he quickly changed his words.
"came back."
Manshu nodded to reassure the old man.
"Where's A Zhan?"
Why is it a little girl driving?
"Uncle San will go back to the company first. He has been on a business trip for so long, and the company has a backlog of documents that he needs to deal with."
Manshu's explanation made the old man feel relieved.
I thought my granddaughter was fine, but something happened to A Zhan.
In fact, not only was he quarantined today, but even in the past few days, Yan Zhan had not been idle.
And Manshu, she didn’t either.
I took all my homework into the isolation room and did it.
While sitting inside, she also designed a new piece of jewelry, which is a sister model.
Representing her and Little Snowflake.
The inspiration was found in an abandoned experimental base. Little Snowflake could not be found, but she wanted to design a jewelry to give her good wishes and hope that her sister could escape.
Even though he knew that she was no longer alive, Manshu hoped that she could continue to stay in this world.
I hope my sister can stay in the world like a little angel forever.
"Then will he come back for lunch?"
Yan Zhentian is really happy that both his granddaughter and Yan Zhan are fine.
"I don't know, but grandma and grandpa should come over."
"I asked them to come over for lunch. We can make hot pot at home."