The graves of Grandma and Grandpa are buried in their Northwest hotown. Yang Chen and his aunt can’t go there every year, only occasionally to pay respects. Usually, the grass on the graves of Grandma and Grandpa grows over two ters high, and nobody cares for it.
However, for the graves of Yang Chen’s grandparents and parents, he visits them every month.
Such a stark contrast makes Yang Chen think that without a son, in the future, the grass on his grave would grow three ters long without anyone tending to it.
Therefore, Yang Chen can understand why Cheng Junjun’s grandfather wants a grandson, but he cannot agree with his approach.
This kind of matter is a question of fate; it’s not like whoever wants a son will definitely have one. Moreover, whether it’s a son or daughter largely depends on the man, so forcing the daughter-in-law is not the right thing to do.
Having sons or daughters is inherently a sensitive topic, and people online have been arguing over it for many years, yet no one can convince anyone else.
Everyone having their own thoughts is enough; there’s no need to persuade anyone.
Yang Chen then said, "Older people’s thoughts can be stubborn; it’s better not to pay too much attention. Let’s calm down; we’ve arrived."
At this ti, they had arrived at Rivoli French Restaurant, chosen by Cheng Junjun.
Guided by the waiter, the two found a window seat.
On their first "date," Cheng Junjun was too shy to order anything too expensive, so she only ordered steak and pasta.
Seeing her just eat this, Yang Chen also didn’t dare to order things like foie gras or caviar and followed suit with a steak and pasta.
The two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Before long, a shabbily dressed old man ca in with a ten-year-old girl, carrying a box of small cakes.
Although the old man was shabby, the little girl was dressed very neatly.
The waiter looked disdainful and spoke impatiently, "What do you want?"
The older man, with his eyes evasive and clearly lacking confidence, smiled and replied, "Today is my granddaughter’s tenth birthday, and I promised to take her out for Western food. I checked with soone who said this place offers affordable Western als. So, I brought her here to celebrate her tenth birthday."
The older man himself could be shabby, but the granddaughter must be tidy; he clearly loves her dearly.
The waiter said disdainfully, "But you’re too dirty! Your body reeks of sweat, affecting other diners, and you’ll dirty the tables and chairs. We still need to clean them."
The older man quickly said, "Can I pack it, then? Is that okay?"
The waiter asked impatiently, "Fine. What do you want to pack?"
The older man was just about to say steak when a slightly plump woman on the side held her nose and said, "Ugh! What’s that sll? It stinks! Waiter, did your bathroom explode?"
The waiter quickly ran to apologize.
"I’m sorry, soone who collects scrap tal ca in, and there’s a bit of a sweat sll. I’ve told them to wait outside. Sorry, sorry."
The plump woman said disdainfully, "This is a Western restaurant; you should maintain so image."
Waiter: "Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry."
After speaking, the waiter quickly ran over and gestured for the older man to leave.
"You see, it’s not that I don’t let you in; other custors complained."
The older man, too kind-hearted, replied apologetically, "I’m sorry. I make a living collecting scrap tal and usually dress like this. I didn’t an to affect you all. We’ll just pack a steak and wait outside. Is that okay?"
Waiter: "Sigh... What kind of steak?"
The older man: "Uh... what kinds of steak are there?"
Waiter: "Black pepper, I guess."
The older man: "Alright! Black pepper then."
Waiter: "How well done?"
The older man: "Ah? Shouldn’t it be fully cooked? If not, wouldn’t it cause diarrhea?"
The waiter rolled their eyes and said, "Fine, I understand. 49 yuan, pay first."
The older man quickly paid her.
"Wait outside. Rember, you mustn’t co in. Understand?" instructed the waiter.
The older man: "Oh, okay, okay."
The waiter went inside with a disdainful face.
At this point, the little girl began to cry and said, "Grandpa, I won’t eat the steak anymore. Let’s go ho. I don’t want you to be bullied. Boo hoo..."
The older man was full of comfort, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Grandpa promised to treat you to Western food on your tenth birthday, and I must keep my word. According to hotown custom, the tenth birthday should be grandly celebrated. It’s a pity Grandpa doesn’t have the ability to throw you a grand birthday; please don’t bla Grandpa. It’s okay; Grandpa is used to it, it’s nothing."
The little girl imdiately pulled on Grandfather, wanting to leave.
"I won’t eat anymore; I won’t eat steak ever again. Let’s go ho! Boo hoo..."
God, I can’t handle such sentintal scenes.
Yang Chen and Cheng Junjun almost simultaneously stood up and walked out.
"Sir, co in and eat with us," Cheng Junjun said.
Seeing the strong affection between the grandfather and granddaughter, Cheng Junjun was very envious.
Why can even soone who collects scrap tal treat his granddaughter so well, yet despite having a good life, her grandfather always neglects her?
This is often mocked by netizens as her family having a "throne" to inherit, surely wanting to pass it to a male not a female.
The older man quickly said, "No, no. It wouldn’t be good to disturb other diners and affect their business."
"Sir, you’ve paid, so you deserve the service from the store. It’s not about affecting anyone. Co on, join us inside. If anyone dares to kick you out, I’ll stand up for you," Yang Chen said.
Yang Chen pulled the older man, and Cheng Junjun took the little girl, and the four of them sat down at the table.
That plump woman started complaining again, "What’s the situation? Can people eat here or not? You’re acting all noble; do you think you’re showing love? How about considering how his sll affects others’ als?"
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