"..." Shu Lang.
So this was where they were waiting for him? He suddenly felt like the food wasn’t all that appetizing anymore.
It was hard to say when this started, but his family’s old man had taken a keen interest in playing matchmaker. Ever since Shu Lang returned ho, he’d been bringing it up every now and then.
Jiaojiao, on the other hand, covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. Actually, twenty-five wasn’t too old, but given the current tis, it was a little on the older side.
Shu Lang looked at the stubborn old man across the table, feeling like if he didn’t agree, the old man might not even properly enjoy his al. Considering it was New Year’s Eve dinner, and with Ruan Jianguo, the Ruanlin Family, and three nephews present, Shu Lang could only let out a silent sigh.
He picked up his chopsticks again and said helplessly, "Fine, I’ll go, alright? Will you drop it now?"
"If you just agreed earlier, we wouldn’t have dragged it out." Old Man Shu still thought he wasn’t being decisive enough. The mont his mood shifted, he picked up a big chicken drumstick and placed it in Jiaojiao’s bowl, cheerfully saying, "Here, Jiaojiao, eat the drumstick."
The delighted look on his face completely erased the traces of lancholy from earlier.
After serving Jiaojiao, he grabbed a piece of braised pork for himself. His appetite was unmistakably excellent now.
Shu Lang watched, feeling his heart pinch again. He advised, "The doctor said you have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar. You shouldn’t eat such greasy things. Eat more vegetables instead."
Upon hearing that, Old Man Shu nearly slamd his chopsticks down again. At their age, they already lived for at; vegetables tasted bland and joyless. All they wanted was to savor so at.
But with age ca ailnts, especially the "three highs." Indulging in rich food was practically forbidden.
He set down his chopsticks with a sense of grievance and muttered, "Ah, getting old... Even eating a piece of at seems to bother soone. Ah..." That final sigh dragged on forever, dripping with infinite sorrow.
"..." Shu Lang.
Since when did he not know this old man had such a flair for drama?
Jiaojiao was laughing so hard at the side she was practically breathless. She knew, though, that Old Man Shu was making a fuss because he was lonely, like a little child craving attention.
Most of the ti, they weren’t around. Shu Wen and Shu Lang were away from ho for years at a ti. Even with a big estate, lots of servants, and Uncle Liang’s family to keep him company, it just wasn’t the sa.
Jiaojiao lowered her eyes in thought. Maybe it would be best if she could convince her parents to bring Grandpa back with them when they headed ho. That way, having them around would ease his loneliness.
What Jiaojiao didn’t know was that at the sa ti she was considering it, Shu Jiao was also pondering the very sa thing.
After finishing the lively New Year’s Eve dinner, the family gathered around the TV to watch the holiday gala. anwhile, Shu Lang, Ruan Hao, Ruan Jie, and Xiu Xi snuck out for a bit. They were being all mysterious about it and specifically forbade Jiaojiao from tagging along.
Jiaojiao was annoyed, huffing as she nestled into Ruanlin Family’s arms and began peeling sunflower seeds. She didn’t eat the seeds imdiately, though, instead placing them onto a small dish and making plans to share them later.
As she peeled, her anger simred. She decided that later, she’d make sure everyone got a share—except those four. Serves them right for not bringing her along!
Xiu Xi and the others were gone for a whole hour before returning. By then, Jiaojiao had peeled a small mountain of sunflower seeds. Her thumbs ached terribly, and Ruanlin Family glanced at them with heartache, saying, "If you want to eat, let your brother peel them for you later. Is it worth tiring yourself out? Look at your poor little hands..."
Just as those words were spoken, a sound ca from the front door.
The four who had gone out were finally back.
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