The old lady looked worried when she heard the door slamming.
"Did Jiahe go out?"
Lin Yue said: "Don't worry, make dumplings. The person who made the dumplings will come back."
The old lady nodded and continued the work at hand.
On the other side, when Peng Jiahe was about to reach the entrance of the alley, Lu Yuan grabbed her.
"what are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Go back to the United States!" She pointed in the direction of her home and said, "You can go back if you want. Anyway, regardless of whether you give me insurance money or not, I will never go back to that home again."
Lu Yuan said: "Go back to the United States? How do you go back to the United States? My passport is with you, where is your passport?"
Only then did Peng Jiahe remember that her passport was lost along with her suitcase.
"I'm an American. I just go to the embassy and get another copy."
"Doesn't it take time to renew your passport? I only have a few hundred dollars left in total. I can take care of myself. In this cold weather, if you are willing to sleep in a park or on the road, I have no problem with it."
"Lu Yuan!" Peng Jiahe said angrily: "You just pushed me into the fire pit, are you worthy of my father?"
"It's because of your dad that I let you go back." Lu Yuan said, "If you think about it carefully, the old lady has Alzheimer's disease and mistook Jiang Haokun for your grandfather. Now that you are gone, what if the old lady dies one day? Whose name will this house belong to? You must know that your grandma's home is an old bungalow on Hunan Road, and its market price is more than the insurance money your father left you."
When Peng Jiahe heard this, the anger on his face faded a little.
Lu Yuan continued: "I didn't know where the old lady's house was before, but only after I got here did I know that your family is so rich."
Peng Jiahe said: "That was before."
"The past is not important, what you want to look at is the future. Can you go back?"
"Lu Yuan, tell me, are you planning something else?"
"What the hell can I come up with? Whether you love me or not, I won't have any share in the house anyway."
After leaving these words, he turned around and left.
"wait."
Lu Yuan looked back.
I saw Peng Jiahe take out his passport.
"Okay, I can go back, but this..."
Check, check, check.
She tore Lu Yuan's passport into pieces.
"I have an extra grandpa, so you also have an extra dad."
The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth twitched, with a pained expression on his face.
Although she has decided not to return to the United States in the short term, she will have some inconvenience if her passport is torn.
The biggest reason why he didn't return to the United States was Gan Jing. Now that Jiang Haokun had broken up with her, his chance had come. To put it in perspective, even if they couldn't renew their relationship, he would still have to watch Gan Jing give up on Jiang Haokun completely. That scumbag.
Secondly, it is true that he is worried about the old lady. Peng Hai died because of him, and now Jiang Haokun is staying at the old lady's house. He should take care of it both emotionally and rationally.
Yes, once he goes back, he will have to face the situation where Peng Jiahe has an extra wild grandfather and he has an extra wild father, but what can be done? Just bite the bullet and do it!
He wanted to see, wasn't Jiang Haokun going to be their elder? What to do when you go to bed at night? One old and one young in the same bed. The scene is so beautiful.
In this way, the two of them walked around outside and returned home.
The old lady heard the sound of the door opening and turned sideways towards the kitchen door. When she saw that it was the father and daughter returning home, her heart dropped into her stomach.
"I said they have to come back."
Lin Yue scooped up the dumplings from the pot and said, "It's done, let's put it on the plate."
The old lady quickly brought the plate over: "Qingyun, why do I feel that Dahai and Jiahe are still a little unhappy."
"Eat dumplings. I will be happy after eating dumplings."
"Yes, yes, eat dumplings. Dahai loves dumplings the most."
A minute later, the dumplings were served.
The old lady asked Peng Jiahe to go with her to the kitchen to get vinegar. Lu Yuan leaned close to Lin Yue, lowered his head slightly, his eyes were like knives, and his eyes were like electricity, and he said in a tone of voice: "Jiang Haokun, I don't know what your purpose is, but You will never succeed, I..."
He pointed to himself: "I'm not leaving."
"Not leaving?"
"Not leaving."
"Oh, my dear son wants to pick me up and eat the rest."
I scolded him twice in one sentence.
"You!" Lu Yuan pursed his lips and raised his fist to hit someone. He was always known as a mean-tongued man because he had many fights with people when he was in the United States. However, when he came back this time, he was defeated in front of Jiang Haokun. Really unhappy.
Looking at the kitchen, he put down his raised hand and said as calmly as possible: "Jiang Haokun, you have hidden yourself deeply enough. You know so many things about me. Have you been spying on me?"
Lin Yue did not deny: "Yes, I have sent people to monitor you since you were released from prison. The main reason is to understand your situation and whether you will return to China to find Gan Jing. I decided to pursue her only after I was sure that you had given up on yourself and indulged in gambling and alcoholism. ,Is there a problem?"
"Jiang Haokun, you are such a despicable person."
"Obviously it was your return to China that changed everything, but now you put all the responsibility on me, and you said you didn't know I liked Gan Jing. Regarding this matter, are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid? Ha, again You are a worthy person."
Lu Yuan didn't know what these four words meant. They were not good words anyway. Just when he was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks, the old lady and Peng Jiahe came out with dishes of vinegar.
"Come on, Dahai, it's yours, Qingyun, it's yours."
After she finished dividing the vinegar dishes, she went to divide the kuaizi.
"Jiahe, stop standing and sit down. Sit down and eat dumplings."
Lu Yuan saw Lin Yue's presence and felt angry that this place was his own home.
"You went through so much trouble to deceive the old lady, didn't you just want to take advantage of me? Now you have to make dumplings for me, thank you."
Lin Yue smiled and said nothing.
At this time, the old lady put a dumpling on his plate: "What are you two saying? You don't want to eat any dumplings?"
"Hey, eat, eat."
Lu Yuan picked up the dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, looking at Lin Yue with provocative eyes.
For a person without a sense of taste, what he eats is not important, only the disgusting wild father is important.
"Are the dumplings made by mom delicious?"
"tasty."
"Here, have another one."
The old lady put another one into the vinegar dish in front of him.
Lu Yuan said that I can do it myself, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth like last time.
"Mom loves to watch you eating dumplings."
The old lady continued to pinch him.
After Lu Yuan finished eating, he provoked Lin Yue. The expression on his face clearly said, "I'm so mad at you. If you want to be my father, be prepared to work for me."
Lin Yue was not anxious or annoyed, and just looked at him with a smile. When he ate the fourth dumpling, Lu Yuan's expression changed, he twisted his body a few times, and kept scratching his neck with his hands.
"Old lady, what's wrong with these dumplings?"
"Leeks? Leeks and pork. Isn't this your favorite?"
This is Peng Hai's favorite food, but not Lu Yuan's favorite food. To be precise, he never eats leeks because he is allergic.
At this moment, Lin Yue picked up a dumpling and put it into his "darling son's" vinegar dish: "If you like it, eat more."
"You...you did it on purpose!" Lu Yuan stood up and scratched here and there with his hands. If you look carefully, you will find some little red spots on his face.
"Dahai, what's wrong with you? Is this...allergy? You weren't like this before." Lin Yue pretended to be concerned, moved closer to him, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Is this because you are willing to do so?" The hatred of that handful of black pepper at my birthday party.”
Lu Yuan's face looked ugly. He had no sense of taste and everything he ate was the same. He had never paid attention to the situation in the kitchen before. God knows how the bastard in front of him even knew that he was allergic to leeks and even played such a trick.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
When Peng Jiahe saw that Chef Lu was exhausted, he quickly walked over to scratch his itch and asked, "Do you want to call 120?"
The old lady over there shivered in fright when she heard the three words "120".
"120? Who wants to fight 120? Dahai? Is it you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, old lady, I'm fine."
What could Lu Yuan do? He could only endure it as long as possible and glare at Lin Yue with fierce eyes from time to time.
Ding Ding Dong~
Lin Yue took out his cell phone and looked at it, but didn't answer it. After hanging up, he put the phone down and said, "There's something urgent at work. I'll leave first."
The old lady stood up to see him off.
Peng Jiahe said in a strange tone from behind: "When will you come back, we can keep the door open for you."
"No need, I'll sleep in the unit, it's just right for the three of you to squeeze in."
After saying this, he took his coat and left.
Peng Jiahe and Lu Yuan, who was blushing, looked at each other in silence.
"What are you doing standing here? Eating." The old lady didn't take her "wife"'s departure seriously at all: "Your dad's work unit...well, it can't be transferred without him. It hasn't changed at all after so many years."
Peng Jiahe couldn't bear it anymore: "Grandma, he...he is really not my grandfather. You are mistaken. My grandfather has died long ago."
"How are you talking, Jiahe, how can you curse your grandfather like this? My own husband can still misunderstand it?" The old lady glared, a little unhappy.
"He is not, he is not, he is Jiang Haokun, a scum, a scum, a beast!"
"Jiahe! Your grandfather earned money for your father to study, raised him up, and now he makes dumplings for you to eat. You are ungrateful and still say this to him, you... you... why do you look more and more like your mother the more you grow up? ”
When Lu Yuan saw that the grandfather and grandson were at odds, he quickly stood up to put out the fire, pulled Peng Jiahe behind him and lectured: "Your grandma is right, why are you talking to your grandpa? I, Peng Hai, have done the most regretful thing in my life." One thing is to send you to an American school and learn all about Chinese filial piety."
He winked hard at her.
Peng Jiahe couldn't help but couldn't get angry, so he could only leave the living room with a look of displeasure on his face, walked into the bedroom facing the north, closed the door with a bang, and lay down on the bed to sulk.
Lu Yuan said: "Old lady, don't take it too seriously. Jiahe is in her rebellious stage. I will educate her well later so that she can fully realize her mistakes."
"Oh, yes, it's your rebellious stage, just like you when you were a child." The old lady said: "When you were a child, you were not allowed to play with electricity. You didn't listen. You had to play with electricity. Once, you stuck an iron rod into the socket of the socket. Here, give it a strong shock, and it will be honest when you hit it there."
"Hehe, hehe, is that right? I would have forgotten what happened when I was a child if you didn't tell me."
The old lady sat down with a bit of nostalgia. When she saw the dumplings on the plate, she wanted to pick them up for him: "Look at your appetite, you only ate a little. Come on, eat a few more."
"I'm full. I'm really full." Lu Yuan still dared to eat. He refused while scratching his itch. In order to prove that he was full, he even tried his best to squeeze out a burp: "Look, he's already burping."
"Are you really full?"
"Yes, I'm full."
"Oh, I can't eat the rest alone. If I had known, I would have asked your dad to take it to class as a midnight snack." The old lady was very distressed: "How about this, I will fry it for you tomorrow morning."
Lu Yuan: "..."
