The mutton hot pot tastes very delicious, but when it comes to cleaning up the mess, it's just a matter of who shakes his head. Fortunately, with Wang Meijuan helping out, Granny Yu feels a lot more relaxed.
The tableware was clanking, the water was flowing, and the old and the young were chatting happily.
“Today’s pot bottom is so fragrant!”
"I made it with soup stock. How can it not be fragrant? It took a lot of effort!"
Both of them laughed and continued scrubbing.
"By the way, Granny Yu, do you also think... Miss and Mr. Leng are a good match?" Wang Meijuan lowered her voice and looked back to see if the kitchen door was closed.
Grandma Yu smiled slightly but said nothing.
"Also, have you noticed that Miss is most comfortable and unrestrained when she is with Mr. Leng." Wang Meijuan continued, with a smile on her face.
"After all, we have known each other for more than ten years, so we will become closer."
"Have they... talked before?"
Grandma Yu suddenly stopped smiling and said calmly: "You stay upstairs every day, and you don't even know. How can I, a rough guy in the kitchen, know what the lady is thinking."
"I used to clean up the room. Every time the lady went out, she didn't take mine with her."
Grandma Yu shook her head and continued to clean the dishes.
"I haven't been able to see Miss for several days. You are much better than me."
"As soon as I said this, I remembered, where did Lin Xiaoxiao go? Why didn't she come back to protect the young lady with Cheng Shi? She is a personal bodyguard, right?"
Grandma Yu: "?"
It seems that this is what I really want to ask.
Meijuan didn’t know about Xiaoxiao’s death in a car accident?
Strange, logically speaking it shouldn’t be!
"Maybe Mr. Leng didn't notify her."
"Notice? Could it be that you were also invited back by Mr. Leng, not that Li Zishen?" Wang Meijuan said in surprise.
Grandma Yu picked up the rag and wiped her hands.
What is this girl thinking about?
Mr. Leng was such a shrewd person, why did he recommend her to the old lady and fall in love with her superb medical skills?
Also, the day I removed the monitor...
"Grandma Yu, Grandma Yu, what are you thinking about?" Wang Meijuan came closer and looked at Grandma Yu with a puzzled face.
Grandma Yu's mouth curled up slightly and she shook her head.
"Of course not, it just happened that Mr. Li also sent Chen Xin to my residence, and he simply agreed as a favor. He is different from Mr. Leng, but fortunately, they both treat the lady sincerely."
Wang Meijuan nodded: "It's indeed different. I just want to take advantage of the lady. I get angry when I think about it. It's too much."
"Are you angry for Mr. Leng?" Granny Yu raised her eyebrows.
"No, that's not the case, Granny Yu, do you think... Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no other thoughts about Mr. Leng, he and the lady are a perfect match, I just think... I don't think so anyway, you can't Don’t get me wrong.”
Grandma Yu chuckled: "I know, I know, okay, pass me the cutting board."
The two of them each grabbed one end of the cutting board and remained in a stalemate for more than ten seconds. In the end, Granny Yu took the initiative and swayed back and forth twice before Wang Meijuan hurriedly let go.
"You know? What do you know?"
"Don't you just like Cheng Shi?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Meijuan's face immediately turned red and her eyes widened.
"Where is it? Where is my..."
She was usually very eloquent, but now she was stuck. She didn't know how to defend herself.
"No? Then I'll have to introduce him to a good partner later. He's not young anymore. It's time to consider marrying a wife and having a baby."
Grandma Yu nodded as she spoke, her eyes blazing, and she looked very serious, as if she was about to take action on this matter.
"No, what kind of person should I introduce? He's not old, so it won't be a problem if he's a few years later."
"Already thirty."
"What's wrong with being thirty? A man is just the right age. Mr. Leng is already thirty, and the lady is just twenty. Why don't you say that Mr. Leng is older?"
"Mr. Leng's conditions are so good!"
"Cheng Shi is not bad either! He is good in every aspect, he is honest and responsible. Such good men are almost extinct now."
"It's so good, but you don't like it either!"
"Who said you have to like it if it's good? One code is the same, and you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."
Grandma Yu: "..."
I like it if I like it, the little mouth is quite tough!
Wang Meijuan's reaction had clearly revealed that she did like Cheng Shi, even though she always liked to bully him and find fault with him.
For example, at noon, I accidentally heard that Cheng Shi wanted to eat hot pot and had not eaten for more than a year, so he took the opportunity of giving blueberries to ask Tang Xiaowan if he wanted to eat hot pot at night.
Maybe she didn't realize how eager or even excited she was at that time.
"Okay, okay, no need!"
Grandma Yu took off her gloves and left the kitchen with a smile.
"Really, how could I possibly like that wooden lump of his? He's as stupid as that... or something, and he's still an ignorant straight man. How could I like him? Unless the sun comes out from the west."
While Wang Meijuan was talking to herself, Cheng Shi came in unexpectedly.
"You're scared to death, what are you doing?"
Cheng Shi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly explained: "Grandma Yu asked me to get some grapes... She said they would send some to Miss and Mr. Leng. They were chatting in the pavilion. Did you get up early to buy grapes? Where to put them? Where are you?"
"Really, Luo Liba talks a lot and can't even get to the point. Wait."
"Oh, okay."
"Do I still need to take a shower?"
"Nonsense, you can eat your grapes without washing them? You don't have any common sense at all. There are so many flies and mosquitoes, but you don't feel dirty?"
"Oh, I need to wash it off."
"Get out of the way."
Wang Meijuan glared at Cheng Shi, then opened the refrigerator and took out the grapes.
The water flowed loudly, and his face became even redder.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. It seemed that whenever she saw Cheng Shi, no matter what they said or did, she always wanted to make trouble and scold them, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable.
Am I violent?
No, I have to take time to do a psychological test or something in the evening to check it out.
Am I really in love with him?
How is that possible with a wooden pile?
Wang Meijuan thought this in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but look at Cheng Shi.
The man really looked like a wooden stake, standing upright, with his big rough hands folded and placed neatly in front of his body.
Hey, he is indeed a bodyguard!
Wang Meijuan sighed, shook her head, and continued to wash the grapes. In order to wash them more thoroughly, she picked the grapes one by one and washed them.
"Meijuan, don't you use flour?" Cheng Shi suddenly asked.
"What are you using flour for?"
"I saw that Mrs. Yu always used flour to wash her. She said that it would be clean. I guess that's what she said. I can't remember clearly."
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Cheng Shi didn't answer and continued to stand.
(End of chapter)
