Song Jinze stood up, walked up to the old man with long legs, and explained: "Grandpa, I have been really busy recently."
The old man snorted angrily: "Busy? Is this the excuse you made? Oh, the only things in life are study and work? You can leave your family alone? Humph!"
The old man has absolute authority when speaking in the Song family. The person Song Jinze has been most afraid of since he was a child is this old man.
In the past year, except for the day when he and Ye Zhenzhen received their marriage license and brought them back for dinner, he basically never went home.
No wonder the old man blew his beard and stared in anger when he saw him.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Song stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Dad, don't talk about him. The child is busy. The whole family of three is here. Let's go eat."
Mrs. Song didn't want to make the old man angry, and she also didn't want Song Jinze to be blamed by the old man. She had already said something about her own son just now, and she couldn't bear to see him being blamed again.
It's so easy to go home, you should be happy.
Song Jinze stood up and pushed the old man's wheelchair towards the restaurant.
Ye Zhenzhen also stood up and smiled at the old man: "Grandpa!"
"Grandpa!" Song Yuchen ran to Grandpa on his short legs and followed his wheelchair to the restaurant.
Hearing these two shouts, the old man's anger dissipated a little. He touched the little guy's head and said, "Oh, I haven't seen my Xiaochen for a few days. Grandpa, take a look, um... there are some growths on the little face.
Rourou, he looks a lot more handsome~"
"Of course, I'm as handsome as my dad!"
Speaking of Song Jinze, the old man still had an angry look on his face, "Our Xiaochen will be more handsome than him when he grows up."
Song Yuchen secretly glanced at his father, feeling a little proud in his heart.
The old man turned to look at Ye Zhenzhen again, with a loving and gentle look on his face, "Son, I saw on the news that you were injured, are you okay?"
The look on Mrs. Song's face also became tense, "Zhen Zhen, where are you injured? Is it serious?"
Ye Zhenzhen smiled lightly at the two people who were asking the question, "Those things on the Internet are not true. Don't believe it. I'm fine. It's just a minor injury and I don't need to be hospitalized. It's naturally not serious."
After saying that, Ye Zhenzhen saw that the expressions on the faces of the old man and Mrs. Song were still a little nervous.
She raised her right arm and pointed at the wound, "It's just a little skin injury and no injuries. I bandaged it in the hospital last night to stop the bleeding. It'll be fine in a few days."
Looking at Ye Zhenzhen's right hand that suddenly raised, Song Jinze suddenly remembered that the nurse said last night that this woman was so insensitive to anesthetic that she cried in pain...
When the needle is inserted into the skin, there is no reason why it won't hurt.
Song Jinze generally understood that the reason why Ye Zhenzhen said it was not painful or itchy was because she didn't want to worry the elders in the family.
The old man nodded, "As long as it's okay, it's okay. It's okay to be brave. Zhen Zhen is great!"
Song Yuchen was happy, "My mother is really amazing!"
Mrs. Song touched the little guy's head and said, "It seems that our Xiaochen likes mom very much now."
Song Yuchen nodded, "Of course, my mother is so beautiful, gentle, and powerful, everyone will like her."
The two elders laughed: "Well, we all like it."
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After sitting down in the restaurant, Song Jinze asked Mrs. Song, "Where is my dad?"
Mrs. Song and Song Jinze looked at each other, glanced at the old man pretending to be casual, and replied, "I went on a business trip to Yicheng with your Uncle Xiao yesterday morning. We said we were going to stay for three days."
Song Jinze suddenly realized that after his retirement, his father had no other hobbies except fishing, especially ice fishing.
This season, Yicheng is suitable for ice fishing.
Ye Zhenzhen sat next to Song Jinze. After hearing this conversation, her tense heart relaxed a lot. It seemed that this family did not have any 'evil female supporting role' as she expected.
On the contrary, Mr. Song and Mrs. Song both seemed to get along very well.
Although the Song family is a wealthy family, they don't pay much attention to it when dining. Xiaochen sat next to the old man, and the grandfather and grandson chatted happily while eating.
Xiaochen told his great-grandfather and grandma some interesting things about recording the program, making the two elders laugh continuously.
At the same time, my inner view of Ye Zhenzhen also changed a lot.
Ye Zhenzhen had just picked up a shrimp and peeled it, and when she was about to eat it in her mouth, she was cued by Mrs. Song, "Zhenzhen, you are making dumplings, digging bamboo shoots, and helping the old lady sell oranges live broadcast, and you also
Our Xiaochen takes such good care of us...
You are so awesome!"
"Ah..." Ye Zhenzhen put down the shrimp in her hand, wiped her hands with a tissue, and responded politely: "Actually, it's not bad, it's not that great, I just did what I should do, mainly
Xiaochen is very well-behaved and easy to take care of."
The tone and expression of Ye Zhenzhen's reply were very appropriate. Mrs. Song noticed it. Combined with the live variety shows she watched these past few days, her favorability towards the wife here increased a lot, "This child is really capable and humble."
At this time, the old man also liked the granddaughter-in-law he had chosen very much, and the appreciation and love in his eyes were even more generous. "It is our luck, Xiaochen, that Xiaochen can find a mother like Zhenzhen."
While they were talking, Song Jinze remained silent. He glanced sideways at Ye Zhenzhen, noticed the spicy shrimp on her plate, frowned slightly, stretched out his chopsticks and picked the shrimp into his bowl.
Don't eat either.
Ye Zhenzhen:……
What does this man mean?
This is too much!
The smile on Mrs. Song's face froze. Before she could ask, the old man's reproachful words preceded her, "Song Jinze, why are you robbing Zhen Zhen of the contents of her bowl?"
Mrs. Song nodded and agreed with the old man, "Yes..."
Seeing the reactions of the two elders defending her, Ye Zhenzhen instantly had an idea in her heart.
She raised her eyebrows calmly, and without waiting for Song Jinze's reply, she immediately said to the old man with a smile: "Grandpa, it's okay, I gave this to him in the first place."
After finishing her words, Ye Zhenzhen quickly peeled another shrimp for Song Jinze and put it into his bowl, "Peel them all clean. You can eat them. Don't worry, I've just wiped my hands."
Humph, if you dare to snatch the food from her bowl, don't blame her for being rude.
Song Jinze:......
Then, Ye Zhenzhen smiled at the two elders again, "I'm used to it...it's okay..."
These words made others feel aggrieved inexplicably.
Song Jinze glanced at Ye Zhenzhen calmly. Does this woman know what she is talking about?
Mrs. Song:......
Mr. Song put down his chopsticks and asked sternly, "Song Jinze, is this how you usually treat Zhen Zhen?"
Mrs. Song also nodded, "Son, why did you bully your wife like this?"
Ye Zhenzhen waved her hands quickly, "No, no, he's not bullying me, it's just...I...he..."
"Ye Zhenzhen!" Song Jinze gritted his teeth and interrupted the woman's nonsense.
