Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

kitchen.

The mother and daughter hadn't seen each other for eight years, but they still worked together even better than when they were young girls at home.

Tangtang moved a small stool and sat at the kitchen doorway, resting her chin on her hands, watching her grandmother and mother busy at the stove.

Her eyes followed the spatula as it moved around, her little nose twitching as she sniffed the aroma of meat in the air.

Every now and then I'd ask, "Is Grandma feeling better yet?"

The question melted Han's heart. She picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and put it into Han's mouth.

Dishes were served one by one to the Eight Immortals Table.

Braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised bamboo shoots, stir-fried bok choy, pork rib and lotus root soup, plus a dish of dried radish pickled by the Han family themselves.

Just as Su Xiaoxiao placed the soup on the table, the courtyard gate rang.

Su's father was wearing dark blue overalls from the machine factory, with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing two arms that were shiny from being soaked in machine oil.

His work clothes had several black oil stains on them, and the words "Suzhou No. 1 Machinery Factory" were printed in red on his chest pocket.

He looked much older than he had eight years ago; most of his hair at his temples had turned white, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep they looked like they had been carved with a knife.

Su Xiaoxiao walked into the main room, wiping her hands repeatedly on her apron, and said nervously, "Dad, I'm back."

Su's father's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds, then swept over Lin Jianguo standing behind her, and he snorted coldly.

Without saying a word, he walked to the tap in the yard, turned on the water, and rinsed the oil stains off his hands.

Lin Jianguo took a deep breath, walked behind Su's father, and knelt down directly on the ground. "Dad, I'm sorry."

"This is all my fault. I was the one who took Xiaoxiao away back then, and I was the one who cut off her contact with her family."

"Blame me if you want, hit me or scold me all you want, Xiaoxiao is innocent, she's wanted to all these years..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su's father slammed the tap shut and glared at Lin Jianguo, who was kneeling on the ground.

If it weren't for this brat, how could my little cotton-padded jacket be leaking air?

How could she have followed him to Beijing and been gone for more than eight years, not even returning home for the New Year, and not even sending a word home?

He's a level eight fitter who's worked in the machine factory for thirty years. Does he lack her food or her clothes?

Why would someone have to fall for a homeless orphan and follow him to suffer thousands of miles away?

Su's father grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his gaze shifted from Lin Jianguo to the broom leaning against the loquat tree in the corner.

He was mentally calculating how many broomsticks he would need to break this kid's legs.

An eighth-level fitter's strength is such that one strike won't break it, but three strikes would be about right.

At this moment, Lin Tian ran up to Su's father, grabbed his hand, and looked up with a bright smile on his face: "Grandpa, Grandpa, it's me, Xiao Tian."

"This is the first time I've met my maternal grandparents. My mother used to talk about you all the time when we were at home."

She said her grandfather was a level seven fitter, the most skilled master craftsman in the factory.

She also said that Grandma's braised pork is the best in the world. I missed Grandpa and Grandma so much, and I finally saw Grandpa today.

As she spoke, she gently shook her father's hand, which dissipated half of the anger in his heart.

Father Su looked down at his grandson, who was fair-skinned and had a resemblance to Su Xiaoxiao when she was a child.

Especially those eyes, they are exactly the same as when Nannan was eight years old.

Lin Tian glanced at his mother and father, and sighed inwardly: This family will fall apart without me.

Lin Jianguo and his mother, Su Xiaoxiao, gave their son an approving look.

Before Mr. Su could reply, Tangtang jumped off the little stool, her short legs moving swiftly as she ran to him. She tilted her head back, stretched her arms straight up, and called out in her sweet, childish voice:

"Grandpa, I want a hug! I want Grandpa to hug me! Tangtang misses Grandpa and Grandma too!"

Her pigtails bounced up and down as she hopped and jumped, and when Su's father looked down at the little dumpling, his heart softened instantly.

In the Su family, there were three brothers in his generation, and Su Xiaoxiao was their only daughter. But this daughter was disobedient and ran away with someone else.

When it came to the generation of the son and the children of the eldest and third brothers, it was even more extreme. They had one son and two sons.

Dog Egg and Erdan are both rascals, so naughty they could blow the roof off. Luckily, they moved out the year before last.

Now look what's happened, my daughter has been ruined.

She ended up giving birth to a granddaughter.

This soft and cuddly little girl has pigtails, wears a pink padded jacket, and smiles to reveal two small front teeth.

She reached out her little hands for a hug; who could resist that?

Su's father bent down and picked Tangtang up in his arms; the little girl was as light as a ball of cotton.

Tangtang immediately hugged her grandfather's neck, rubbed her little face against his, and said in a childish voice, "I miss my grandfather."

The corners of Su's father's mouth involuntarily curled upwards.

"Sweetie, Grandpa will get you some White Rabbit milk candy, okay?"

"good!"

Tangtang responded sweetly and gave her grandfather a quick kiss on the cheek.

Mr. Su was holding Tangtang, and before he could wipe the smile off his face, he suddenly felt a small hand being held in his left hand.

He looked down and saw Lin Tian still standing beside him, looking up at him with wide eyes, his bright black eyes filled with confusion.

Isn't it said that old people love to spoil their grandchildren?

Why is it different at my maternal grandfather's house?

She hadn't even started to show her abilities before she fell out of favor.

Is the struggle for the crown prince position always like this?

Su's father felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and bent down to pick up Lin Tian with his other hand.

I almost strained my back by using only one arm to exert force.

This child looks thin, but when you pick him up, he's like a solid weight.

He silently estimated in his mind that the boy looked to be only seven or eight years old, but how come he weighed almost as much as two bags of rice?

But he couldn't lose face in front of his grandson, so he gritted his teeth and scooped Lin Tian up as well, holding one in each arm.

My left arm felt like a solid weight, while my right arm felt like a soft cotton ball—it was quite a tingling sensation.

"Xiao Tian, ​​Tang Tang, come on, Grandpa will give you something delicious."

"What are you all still standing outside for? Do I have to invite you in?"

"Huh?! Oh, okay, Dad."

Realizing what had happened, Su Xiaoxiao quickly pulled Lin Jianguo up and followed, both of them letting out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, Xiaotian and Tangtang were there, otherwise the old man would definitely not have let him off the hook.

Su's father carried the two children into the main room. When they reached the octagonal table, they found that the cookie box and White Rabbit milk candy had already been placed on the table by Han.

He paused for a moment, inwardly marveling at how quick his wife was, but said nothing aloud as he placed the two children on the chair.

Two more handfuls of milk candy were stuffed into one person's hand.

Han brought over the last soup, glanced at Lin Jianguo and Su Xiaoxiao with red eyes, and then looked at Su's father holding Tangtang. She understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

"Alright, alright, sit down and eat, the food's getting cold."

Han gestured with her chin toward the courtyard, "Tangtang, Xiaotian, you can only have snacks after you've eaten."

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