Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

He can do even better than the donkeys in the production team...

Qin Yuhe genuinely laughed: "If I were that capable, what would I do?"

Grandma Qin: "What do you mean, have a baby with Ya Ya?"

Song Xinya's cheeks turned into little furnaces, and a thin pink blush rose on her fair skin.

Grandpa Qin noticed her embarrassment and coughed, "Baby, stop talking and eat."

Grandma Qin waved her hand dismissively: "Eating is nothing compared to Hehe and Yaya having a baby."

Song Xinya's face grew even hotter, her head drooped even lower, and her fair skin turned even pinker.

Qin Yuhe: "Since eating is so unimportant, Ya Ya and I will skip this meal and leave."

Grandma Qin quickly said, "Important, important, eating is extremely important."

Qin Yuhe: "Since eating is important, then let's eat properly."

Grandma Qin was particularly worried that her eldest grandson would run away with his wife: "Eat your food properly, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say."

Qin Yuhe picked up a pair of white jade chopsticks and placed them in Song Xinya's hand: "Eat in peace."

He handled everything.

When it came to food, the old lady started making a fuss again.

He took out a bowl the size of a washbasin, filled it halfway with ox penis soup, and placed it in front of Qin Yuhe: "Drink!"

Qin Yuhe: "Grandma, are you feeding the pigs?"

Grandma Qin: "I wouldn't bear to feed this good stuff to pigs. It's fresh bull penis, and it was very expensive when I bought it. Even Grandpa and Grandma wouldn't eat it; they only gave it to you."

Qin Yuhe: "Please, please eat something. I can't suffer this alone."

Song Xinya laughed out loud when she heard this.

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her: "You seem so happy, why don't you have a bowl too?"

Song Xinya: "Girls don't need to replenish their kidneys; eating bull penis is useless."

Qin Yuhe: "It's useful. I'm happy that you're eating this fishy-smelling stuff with me."

Song Xinya glanced at the ox penis soup, glistening with oil and emitting a strong, fishy, ​​and pungent odor, and asked, "Really?"

Qin Yuhe pushed the bowl away from her: "It's fake, you don't need to eat with me."

Grandma Qin: "The ox penis soup is all cooked. Wasting food is shameful. Think of those children in Africa who can't even get enough to eat. Hehe, what are you dawdling for? Let's get started!"

As he spoke, he shoved a spoon into Qin Yuhe's hand.

Qin Yuhe felt like a duck that had been forced onto a shelf.

Among a series of dishes, including ox penis soup, steamed oysters, stir-fried chives, boiled okra, and cold black fungus salad, his spoon reached for the peanuts.

"Let me have a normal bite of food first."

Just moments ago, Old Mrs. Qin was full of energy, but now her eyes drooped, as if she were about to breathe her last. Her voice was weak and feeble: "I don't know if I'll ever see my great-grandson born in this lifetime."

The old lady let out a long sigh: "Ah, I'm just an old woman now. I don't know how much longer I can live. Today I can still sit and eat with you all, but maybe tonight I'll lie in bed, close my eyes, and never open them again, and that's the end of my life."

After saying that, he covered his mouth with a small handkerchief and coughed three times.

Qin Yuhe: "Grandma, don't worry, with your mischievousness, you can live for at least another five hundred years."

Grandma Qin pouted and snorted, "Who am I making such a fuss for?"

Qin Yuhe: "Your great-grandson."

Grandma Qin: "That's good to know. Hurry up and eat, then go have the baby with Ya Ya."

Clatter—Song Xinya's chopsticks fell onto the table.

To shut Old Mrs. Qin up, Qin Yuhe reluctantly picked up a bowl of ox penis soup: "Fine, I'll drink it."

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and gulped down a bowl of bull penis soup in one go. He then slammed the bowl down on the table with a soft thud.

He drank bull penis soup with the air of drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Song Xinya pulled out a tissue and wiped the soup stains from the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you drink slower?"

Qin Yuhe: "Slow down, I can't drink anymore."

Song Xinya understood him; the soup did indeed smell terrible.

Then--

Qin Yuhe ladled out another bowl of ox penis soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Xinya: "..."

Song Xinya: "???"

"Didn't you say you couldn't drink it?"

Qin Yuhe: "Although the taste is just average, it is very effective and can make men more energetic."

Clatter—Song Xinya's chopsticks fell onto the table again, even louder than before.

Grandma Qin watched her eldest grandson drink the bull penis soup and covered her mouth with a happy smile.

Halfway through the meal, the housekeeper rushed over to announce, "Grandma, your goddaughter has returned."

Grandpa Qin and Qin Yuhe remained calm, clearly having known about the existence of the old lady's goddaughter for a long time.

Song Xinya looked surprised; she had never heard of the old lady having a goddaughter.

The old lady's goddaughter is Qin Yuhe's god-sister.

I've never heard Qin Yuhe mention that he has a god-sister.

How much does this god-sister mean to him?

He and she grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

It was only after he grew up that the old lady recognized him as her goddaughter.

What is the relationship between the old lady and her goddaughter?

A series of questions popped into Song Xinya's head. She looked towards the door and saw a familiar figure.

It was her!