Meng Beichen's eyes flashed slightly when he saw her smiling face. She seemed to be nice to everyone, warm and kind, but only when she came to him...
Seeing that she had already sat down, he finally realized that this woman only ordered for herself and didn't care about him at all.
"Han Yixing, do you treat me like air?"
He asked coldly, and sat down opposite her. His tall body had to lie in front of the small table. His whole body felt aggrieved. He wondered when he had suffered such a crime, but the woman still ignored him.
"You don't know how to eat the food here." She retorted lazily to him, and the old woman brought her what she wanted. When she saw Meng Beichen, her face was full of smiles.[
"Axing, you have a boyfriend? He's very handsome."
Han Yixing took a bite of the bun and shook his head without thinking: "No, he is my uncle." He had an innocent and innocent expression on his face.
Someone squinted his eyes again, and wanted to strangle him with dark thoughts, but the damn girl kept reminding him how old he was all day long, and how old he was, and now he turned into her uncle.
"Hey, little Axing is shy. Where did you get your uncle from? I knew he was your boyfriend as soon as I saw him." The grandma said regardless of her denial.
At the end, he went inside and brought out a bowl of glutinous rice and chicken porridge, "A Xing's boyfriend should also have something to eat. Take good care of A Xing. She is a good girl. If my son hadn't been so disappointing, I would have wanted to
Ah Xing will be my wife."
Grandma talked nonchalantly and brought another basket of steamed buns.
Han Yixing smiled dryly. She really didn't understand how he looked like her boyfriend. He was obviously so much older than her, but she was always entangled in the issue of their ages.
But she didn’t go back to refute grandma or argue with an old man. Sometimes, it was really unnecessary, because she couldn’t change her opinion.
"Thank you." Meng Beichen thanked him politely and looked at the pile of things in front of him. This man was really enthusiastic. Could it be that he was her "boyfriend"?
He took a mouthful of porridge. It was fragrant and smooth, and tasted pretty good. He raised his head and asked, "Do you come here often?"
"Yes, grandma's food is delicious." She no longer deliberately choked at him, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he ate it without disgust.