Lian Qingyang felt wronged. What did he say?
Jin Yan’s complexion was indeed poor, it was pale... like a ghost.
Fine, maybe not as exaggerated as a ghost, but she really had no blood color at all. He endured the pain of being stepped on and explained, "Mom, what I mean is Jin looks too pale. She should drink more nutritious things to nourish her body."
"That’s better." Zhang Hualian’s expression softened, warmly inviting Jin Yan to drink more duck soup, which is also nourishing.
Lian Qingyang simply kept quiet and focused on eating. He secretly glanced at Si Yu, thinking to himself that it was fine for his mom and sister to scold him, but why was his brother-in-law joining in and stepping on him too?
"Xiao Yang, fish head is good for the brain." Si Yu picked a fish head and gave it to Lian Qingyang.
Lian Qingyang looked at the big fish head and said, "Brother-in-law, I’m quite smart. Why should I eat something for the brain?"
"Fish head is good for the brain?" Lian Qingyang muttered to himself.
Zhang Hualian and Tang Yue exchanged a glance, both having the same sentiment: silly son, silly brother!
*
"Grandpa, it’s getting colder. Why are you still outside?" As soon as Tang Yue arrived at the villa, she saw Old Sir Lian busy with the flowers and plants in the yard in the sunlight. Although a glass house was built, making the room very warm, her aunt told her that Grandpa’s health hadn’t been too good lately.
"Not cold, it’s not cold here at all."
Old Sir Lian smiled as he spoke, watering the flowers while saying, "Xiao Yue, have Zaozao and Chenchen gone to school?"
"Yes, today is Friday." Tang Yue put the food she had brought into the house, including some dumplings made by Zhang Hualian and some roast duck Grandpa loves.
Although Grandpa is older now, he has good teeth. Roast duck from Jing City has always been his favorite, but he loves roast duck from only one particular shop, and that shop’s ducks are sold in limited quantities each day. To buy them, one has to queue for a long time.
When Grandpa craves it, he lines up to buy it himself, feeling that the ones bought by the housekeeper aren’t as delicious as those he queues for personally.
"Did you bring roast duck?"
Old Sir Lian smelled the aroma, put down the watering can, and followed Tang Yue into the house, yet he didn’t see the roast duck bag.
"Grandpa loves it; how could I not bring some?" Tang Yue chuckled, saying, "Eat it while it’s still hot; I just bought it."
On the way, Tang Yue carefully wrapped the roast duck tightly and rushed straight over after buying it, hoping it would still be steaming hot.
"You’re really my good granddaughter." Old Sir Lian beamed with joy, and as soon as Tang Yue opened the box, the aroma of roast duck filled the air—a scent Old Sir Lian particularly loves.
Tang Yue feigned displeasure and asked, "Grandpa, does that mean if I don’t buy you roast duck, I’m not your good granddaughter?"


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