After seeing off Grandma Yan and Director Gao and his son, I received a call from Yan Zhan.
"Third uncle?"
"Are you up?" Yan Zhan's magnetic voice reached Manshu's ears through the mobile phone.
Manshu only felt a gust of wind blowing into her ears. It was so itchy that she wanted to scratch it. It was so tantalizing!
"Get up, I just sent grandma downstairs in the community. She is going back to her hometown today." Manshu found her voice.
"Then don't go upstairs, come out." Yan Zhan rolled down half of the car window and looked into Jinxiu Community.
"Okay." Manshu took a look at the clothes he was wearing and saw that there wasn't much problem.
Patchwork sweatshirt, jeans, casual shoes.
Going to a museum is not a particularly formal occasion.
When she came to the door, she saw Yan Zhan's car.
The uncle in the security booth also teased Manshu: "Manshu, is he here to wait for you? I have seen this car several times. Is it a relative of yours? From now on, just let him go directly to the community and wait, and I will let him go!"
Grandma Yan was very good at being a good person. Every now and then she would buy something to eat and give some to the doorman to try.
Once you go back and forth, you will become familiar with it.
The doorman was a good person, and he knew that the Manshu family lived with an old man and a young man. He usually saw Grandma Yan carrying large things, so he helped deliver them to the house.
"That's a good feeling, thank you uncle."
Manshu responded evasively, and then walked towards the car.
She pulled open the back seat and saw Yan Zhan sitting next to her, with Wan Yi and Lao Lin in front of her.
"Third uncle." Manshu called someone obediently.
"Yeah." Yan Zhan glanced at her and handed her a bag.
The bag is printed with the Ruyifang logo.
She opened the bag and found boxes of exquisite items inside.
What you’re eating here isn’t cake, it’s money!
Manshu faintly smelled the sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "Thank you, third uncle."
Just as Yan Zhan was about to speak, he was fed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
The soft, glutinous and sweet taste invaded his entire taste buds, and he was stunned.
"Is it delicious?" Manshu still held one end of the pastry in her hand.
Yan Zhan's eyes followed the pastry and landed on her hand.
After raising the little girl for several months, she became much mellower than when we first met her.
Her fingers are slender and shiny, and they look cute no matter how you look at them.
"It's okay." He nodded unconsciously, spoke in a lukewarm tone, and swallowed the cake without any delay.
Manshu clearly saw his slightly narrowed eyes, which was the enjoyment of happiness!
People outside don't know that Yan Zhan likes sweets.
But he has never revealed this preference to the outside world and hides it well in front of others.
Before Manshu could take his hand away, Yan Zhan took a second bite.
Accidentally, his lips touched Manshu's fingers.
Manshu felt her hand being burned and immediately pulled away: "Then you can take it after you finish eating."
Yan Zhan seemed to have noticed something, staring straight at Manshu.
It's okay if he doesn't look at it, but when he looks at it, Manshu's ears turn red.
He comes, he comes, he comes again.
Although she knew that Yan Zhan's gaze might not mean anything else, she couldn't stand being looked at like that!
"Third Uncle, watch what I do. If you still want to eat, just take it."
She simply handed the box over.
Only then did Yan Zhan look away from her red, almost transparent ears.
Seeing the lovely sweet-scented osmanthus cake, my eyes lit up.
But it only took a moment, and it became calm and calm.
He forced himself to look away: "I bought it for you." It was enough for him to taste one piece.
"But I can't finish it." Manshu blinked, "Uncle Third, please help me eat a few more pieces. This is still hot, but it won't taste as good when it's cold."
Yan Zhan's throat rolled, and his eyes no longer knew whether to look at Manju or pastries.