The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 840 Let's Go Tomorrow

"Okay."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't think about other places, and she didn't go back to her small courtyard. She was tired from shopping and didn't want to leave. There was also her room upstairs.

After changing clothes and shoes, the dishes have already started to be served on the dining table.

Nan Jiaojiao sat on the left hand side of the old man. She scooped up a spoonful of sugar, put it into the hot glutinous rice ball soup, stirred it, the sugar melted and a layer of white bubbles appeared, Nan Jiaojiao scooped up a glutinous rice ball stuffed with sesame seeds, bit a mouthful.

"Be careful of it being hot," Nan Lao said, "What's more, you have five flavors in this bowl, and there is rose stuffing in the soup pot, you can scoop it up yourself later."

"Uh-huh."

Nan Jiaojiao gasped from eating, and Nan Lao wanted to add sugar to herself, so she took the sugar bowl away, "Grandpa, eat less sugar, I just tasted it, and the soup has a sweet taste."

Nan Lao snorted: "Then your bowl is still sweet, how many spoonfuls of sugar did you add?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face came closer, her eyes widened, with a few traces of laughter at the end of her eyes, and her naughty way of shaking her head made Nan Lao's anger disappear in an instant.

Uncle Qiu came over, "Master, how can you compare with Miss, you are not in good health, and Miss is also thinking of you when she persuades you."

Nan Lao was not really angry, "Of course my granddaughter is doing my best, I know."

Nan Jiaojiao smiled.

Uncle Qiu put a plate of roast duck in front of Nan Jiaojiao, and said: "This is a newly built stove yesterday, the roast duck roasted today, miss, don't you want to eat it? A few days ago, the master asked someone to go to the capital to invite a piece of duck chef to come over." , the pancakes were brought by that chef, try it."

"Ah, is it?"

Nan Jiaojiao just casually mentioned that there was no roast duck on the dining table these days, and she didn't bother to eat it. She thought Grandpa had forgotten it. It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't eat it, but that the chef was invited to cook it.

She turned her head away, her eyes were moist, she took a deep breath and suppressed it, first wrapped one and handed it to Mr. Nan.

"Grandpa try it."

Old Nan gave her a reproachful look, took it and took a bite.

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped another one for Uncle Qiu, "Uncle Qiu also try it."

"How good is this." Uncle Qiu was overwhelmed by the flattery, and subconsciously wanted to catch it with both hands, but Nan Jiaojiao hid back and motioned for him to use one hand.

Old Nan said: "Eat it, the child's heart."

Only then did Uncle Qiu nod, and put one hand on his back while eating.

The third bag was Nan Jiaojiao's own.

She ate several times in a row, eating so happily that she didn't want to move, lying on the chair and stroking her round belly.

Uncle Qiu brought another cup of blood swallow tremella soup and coaxed her to eat a few mouthfuls.

"I can't eat anymore. Grandpa, if you continue to raise me like this, I will become fat like a pig."

"So what's the matter if you're fat? It's not like grandpa can't afford it," Nan Lao said, "Even if the Lantern Festival is over, you really plan to stay with me?"

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned, she raised her head suddenly, and said in a dull voice, "Grandpa, are you going to drive me away?"

"I'm not driving you away, this will always be your home, but your friends, studies, and career are all in Rongcheng, it's time to go back."

"grandfather……"

Old Nan stopped her with his eyes, "It's enough to stay with grandpa for a week, grandpa is content, your luggage is packed, let's go tomorrow."

"..." She really didn't know what to say, she was afraid that she would cry if she opened her mouth.

"Play the zither for grandpa, I haven't heard it for a long time."

Nan Lao stood up, and Nan Jiaojiao also got up to help, "Then go to the warm room, I'll go get the piano."

"Here is the piano, I brought it long ago."

Uncle Qiu gestured to the warm room, and sure enough, her usual guzheng had already been set up.

(End of this chapter)