With that, Ling Chuan went to the kitchen without waiting for her reply.
Qi Yan hurriedly followed him and answered cutely, “Oh, I think he went out. Grandpa woke up early this morning.
“Oh, right, you’re looking for Grandpa…”
Qi Yan subconsciously wanted to rub shoulders with Ling Chuan, but the man suddenly turned around. His figure was dark and cold, and he seemed to be giving off an indescribable sense of disgust?
Qi Yan instinctively stepped back and obediently didn’t say anything else.
On the other side, Ling Chuan deftly picked up the wine that Grandpa Qi had hidden under the cupboard and also picked up two sets of cutlery in passing, before he turned around and walked out the door.
Standing delicately on the side, Qi Yan meekly made way for him.
The man’s gaze was cold and he didn’t look at her at all. He was like a gust of wind, and was just about to leave.
Qi Yan inexplicably felt embarrassed and angry. She gritted her teeth and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she said, “Erm, last night, I heard that I accidentally knocked into you. I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Mm.”
The man paused for a moment before just giving a light reply.
He didn’t say anything else, and left without looking back.
From beginning to end, he never looked at her.
Qi Yan was left hanging. She didn’t even have the nerve to ask, “Then, will you forgive me?”
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
…
Grandpa Qi went out into the fields early in the morning.
After what happened last night, he hadn’t slept much, nor was he in the mood to.
He simply went to work in the fields.
Although An’an had told him not to tire himself out in the future, he didn’t have anything else to do.
Grandpa Qi looked sad. He picked up a small shovel and dug around in the field. He couldn’t help but look up at the sky and sigh.
Suddenly, there was a strong aroma of food.
Qi Xiuyuan turned around and saw Ling Chuan, who had already opened the box and was walking over.
The man spread a light-colored mat on the ground with slender fingers.
Very quickly, in twos and threes, fish, crayfish, some vegetables, peanuts, and wine were all placed on the mat.
The smell was enticing and whetted the appetite!
As a set of cutlery was handed to him, Old Master Qi felt inexplicably awkward. He didn’t take it immediately, but looked up and asked Ling Chuan, “Why are you still here?” Didn’t he say not to come over?
Ling Chuan didn’t care at all. Seeing that Grandpa Qi wasn’t taking the cutlery, he placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him. Then, he sat down on the other side and poured himself half a cup of wine. He took a small sip, then picked up a small piece of fish and placed it in his mouth.
The texture melted in his mouth. The freshness of the fish mixed with the spiciness of the condiments gave off a refreshing and satisfying feeling!
Ling Chuan pursed his lips in amazement and casually praised, “Mm, Little An’an’s cooking is indeed very good!”
With that, Ling Chuan picked up his chopsticks and started eating again.
On the other side, Grandpa Qi couldn’t help but ask feebly and also a little greedily, “Did little An’an make this?”
He looked at the fragrant and tender crayfish!
Each plate was bursting with flavor, some with garlic, some with a little chili. One plate had cute and appetizing-looking crayfish balls!
There was also a golden braised carp which looked delicious!
Grandpa Qi couldn’t help but swallow. Their little An’an had made all these!
