Shu Xing stroked his beard as he looked at Yang Ruxin, the curve of his mouth growing larger and larger.
"Instead of going out now and causing so people to panic, why not..." Yang Ruxin paused for a mont, "wait for the right mont so soone will co three tis to earnestly invite you out of the mountains."
After Yang Ruxin finished speaking, Shu Xing was silent for a mont, then burst out laughing: "Not bad, I didn’t expect Xinxin to be so perceptive."
"Grandpa, your granddaughter-in-law has always been very insightful." Gu Qingheng said with a face full of pride.
"You lucky boy."
"That’s right..." Gu Qingheng said proudly.
Yang Ruxin’s thick skin felt a bit embarrassed by the praise from the grandfather and grandson pair: "Grandpa, don’t go along with him, how am I insightful? It’s just..."
"Take the complints." Gu Qingheng interrupted Yang Ruxin’s modesty, "Grandpa rarely praises people, he just can’t stop praising you, how rare is that."
"Didn’t he ever praise you?" Yang Ruxin playfully winked.
"When I was little, if I even made a tiny mistake while reciting, grandpa would smack my palms."
"So strict?"
"And he always had a stern face, it was really scary."
"You brat, talking as if grandpa is difficult to deal with, wasn’t it all for your own good?" Shu Xing glared at Gu Qingheng, "If your wife wasn’t good, I surely wouldn’t praise her. Of course, if you personally make those soup dumplings, it would be even more praiseworthy."
"Oh, old man, so this was your purpose for praising , well then, just wait, I’ll make so right away..." Yang Ruxin imdiately responded loudly, "Not only dumplings, but also potstickers and stead dumplings, with a separate bowl of soup with scallions and egg and two side dishes, how about that?"
"Just the shredded potato salad you made before and the sweet-and-sour cucumber sticks will do," Dao Xuzi was already smacking his lips.
And Ming Guang imdiately started to drool.
Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but laugh and walked out.
"I’ll go help Xinxin with the fire." Yang Ruxin hurriedly followed.
"Want to play a ga of chess?" Shu Xing smiled and looked at Dao Xuzi, "Whoever wins can eat two more."
"Afraid of you? Bring it on." Dao Xuzi started rolling up his sleeves.
Shu Luo returned around dinner ti: "Wow, luckily I made it in ti, so much good food." Saying this, he reached out to grab a stead dumpling and popped it into his mouth.
"You little rascal, still know to co ho?" Shu Jingzhi glared at his younger son, "Wash up before coming back."
Shu Luo had no choice but to rush out, then quickly changed his clothes and returned, plopping himself into a chair: "Hurry, give two plates of stead dumplings."
"Don’t be in such a hurry to eat." Shu Zhe waved his hand, "Quickly tell us what’s going on over there, let’s have so fun."
"Over there?" Shu Luo sneered, "It’s quite lively." He said, reaching out to grab a plate of stead dumplings.
"How lively? Spill it." But Shu Zhe intercepted the dumplings halfway.
"Give the dumplings." Shu Luo reached out.
"Finish talking and then you can have them."
"Shu Zhe, you..."
"I’m your brother, hurry up, after I listen and eat, I still need to attend to my wife and daughter." Shu Zhe impatiently interrupted Shu Luo’s protest.
"Okay then," Shu Luo conceded, "over there... hey, how do you know you’ll have a daughter and not a rascal boy?"
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