Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 311 Grandpa Jiang

What Jiang Sheng didn't expect was that grandpa came back so quickly this time.

Six days later, the door sensor made a sound, Jiang Sheng saw a familiar figure from the surveillance, and immediately ran downstairs from the kitchen.

"grandfather--"

Grandpa was wearing a dark blue gown, carrying a linen bag, and muttered something while frowning.

Jiang Sheng quickly ran to him: "You are back, can you tell me the matter now?"

Grandpa took a deep look at her, and asked without answering, "Has anything happened at home recently?"

Jiang Sheng thought while walking: "No... right?"

From the anti-theft iron gate, step on the path paved with cobblestones, and climb up the steps to the open nanmu gate.

Grandpa opened the door a little, and heard a sizzling sound in the kitchen, like the sound of oil hitting water when cooking.

He glanced at Jiang Sheng.

The aunt who usually cooks resigned to take care of her daughter because she was pregnant, and she hadn't had time to hire a new one.

And Jiang Sheng hasn't cooked much on weekdays. Simple scrambled eggs or boiled noodles are barely enough. He knows the basic pots and utensils and knows how to use them, that's all.

Grandpa walked to the kitchen, Fox asked, "Are you cooking?"

Before reaching the kitchen, a young man came out.

He is in his 20s, with short shaved hair, a loose white shirt with slightly rolled up sleeves, and a pink apron printed with a cartoon little girl on his body in contrast.

Grandpa stopped immediately and fell silent: "...don't tell me that this is the 'auntie' you just invited back."

"what?"

Jiang Sheng looked at his grandfather and then at Jiang Yan, patted his head and then smiled and said: "Yes, please come back with a high salary, what do you think?"

The corner of Grandpa's mouth twitched, and it was clearly written in his eyes - "Do you believe me?"

But Jiang Yan also obediently called out: "Grandpa Jiang."

Grandpa was frowning at first, when he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in the eyes of the other party: "Are you Xiaosheng's... classmate?"

He remembered that when Jiang Sheng was in his third year of high school, there was a rainstorm, and he and the driver drove to pick him up.

At that time, the boy was standing next to Jiang Sheng, sharing an umbrella with her. The heavy rain like a waterfall was mostly blocked by the eaves, and the rain that couldn't be stopped flowed down the umbrella.

The two people in the umbrella were talking with their heads down, and they didn't pay attention when the car stopped in front of them. Jiang Sheng didn't look over until the driver honked the horn.

Grandpa pressed the car window, and the heavy rain covered most of his voice, so he had to raise the volume: "Student?"

Jiang Sheng said yes.

Grandpa said: "Come up with your classmate, it's raining so hard, we'll send him back."

In this way, he sent people back home by the way.

Later, the boy came to thank him with a gift on weekends, and invited Jiang Sheng to the library by the way.

Jiang Sheng has few friends, so he was quite impressed.

Grandpa became less vigilant when he remembered who it was, and suddenly sighed: "It's grown so big."

He even patted Jiang Sheng: "Girl, what are you introducing indiscriminately? The classmate will cook for you when you come to visit."

"Why don't I do it?" Jiang Sheng spread his hands innocently, "That's something that people can eat."

Grandpa said with disgust: "Can't you order good food and have it delivered?"

"It's okay." The boiling water in the pot started to bubble. Jiang Yan turned off the natural gas stove and asked obediently, "Have you eaten it? Just leave some soup."

Grandpa turned his head and looked kindly: "I really haven't eaten, so I won't be polite to you."

Jiang Yan smiled and said yes.

When grandpa went upstairs, Jiang Sheng went over quietly and whispered, "Are you still eating?"

She knocked herself on the head twice.

Jiang Yan knew what she meant, but felt that her action was cute, so she couldn't help but curled her lips, and said in a low voice, "Hands are short, mouths are soft when you eat people, and you can talk when you're full."

Jiang Sheng was depressed for a moment: "What if my grandpa still doesn't tell me..."

She finally came back from Beicheng, but grandpa ran away again.

When I asked just now, Grandpa also talked about other things.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

"No hurry, eat first."

He turned around and put the thinly sliced ​​tenderloin into the pot, and took out a white porcelain soup bowl from the disinfection cabinet, and put chopped green onion, seaweed, white sesame, dried shrimp, light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, sesame oil and salt one by one, Scooped a spoonful of boiling water and poured it on.

Finally, take out the tenderloin slices from the pot and put them into the soup bowl of thickened soup, and the aroma spreads in the kitchen.

Jiang Sheng on the side took a spoon and put it in, "Take it out?"

Jiang Yan pinched the ears on both sides of the soup bowl: "I'll do this."

Hearing this, Jiang Sheng turned to pick up the garlic chicken wings on the other side. As soon as he put it on the dining table, his grandfather came down from downstairs.

Seeing a soup and a dish, he praised: "There are fewer and fewer young people who can cook now."

Jiang Sheng: ...

She wants to complain!

Serious doubts about being connoted.

Then I heard my grandfather ask politely, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "You can help me eat two more bites later."

Grandpa laughed and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay."

There were still braised tofu and lotus root with shrimp in the kitchen. Seeing Jiang Yan coming out with a plate in one hand, Jiang Sheng took out the bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice.

She filled the three bowls of rice and said, "I steamed this rice, isn't it good?"

Grandpa said: "What is the technical content of steaming rice, isn't it just adding rice and water."

Jiang Sheng groaned, emphasizing: "Why is there no technical content? It depends on how well I steamed it. The grains are clear, crystal clear, white and fragrant!"

Grandpa took a sip of Jiang Yansheng's soup. The soup was fresh but not fishy, ​​and the tenderloin slices inside were smooth and tender. He praised it and teased Jiang Sheng, saying: "This is called technical content."

Jiang Sheng curled his lips and snorted.

Grandpa was overjoyed, and took another bite of rice: "Indeed, this rice is steamed well, moderately soft and hard, and has improved."

Only then did Jiang Sheng bend his eyes.

Seeing the bickering between grandparents and grandchildren, Jiang Yan didn't make a sound, just smiled beside him.

Until grandpa turned his head and asked him: "I haven't seen you in the past few years, are you working now, or are you still studying?"

Jiang Yan pursed her lips: "It's a long story, if you agree, I want to talk to you later."

Grandpa looked at him, then at Jiang Sheng, and smiled after a long while: "Of course."

After the meal, after throwing the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher and clearing the table, Jiang Yan pressed some hand sanitizer into the palm of his hand.

The foam flowed into the drain along the tap water, and the smell of sea salt gradually faded away. He took out two pieces of paper and wiped every drop of water between his fingers.

Jiang Sheng glanced at his grandfather who was reading the newspaper in the living room,

Grandpa put down the newspaper suddenly, got up and came over here.

"Go to my study and talk?"

Jiang Yan smiled and nodded.

At the turn of the stairs, he turned his head and mouthed to Jiang Sheng: Don't worry.

Jiang Yan and grandpa went to the study on the second floor.

Jiang Sheng was bored and turned around on the first floor, from the kitchen to the dining room, to the reading area in the living room, and to the sofa where grandpa was just sitting on.

The newspapers were spread out, and the most conspicuous article was about the torrential rain in Linzhou a few days ago.

On the wall next to the leisure aisle, a mechanical wall clock rotates every minute and every second.

drop.

Dishwasher dishes finished and drying.

After another half an hour, Jiang Sheng went to the kitchen and opened the door of the dishwasher cabinet, and put the dishes into the disinfection cabinet after they were cleaned.

She glanced up at the stairs, wondering secretly.

Why haven't you come down for so long.

(End of this chapter)