The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

With her hands still clasped in front of her, Su Nianhe saw Wang Liping's face, which was flushed and pale from being scolded, and quickly understood what was going on.

Instead of just watching, she took a small step forward, following the old lady's lead, and politely greeted her, "Hello, Grandma."

Grandma Shen glanced down at her, then lifted the fat duck she was holding upside down in her left hand, making sure her cloth shoes were firmly planted on the ground. "What old lady? We both came from the muddy countryside. Don't use those fake politeness from city people. It sounds too formal. Just call me Grandma."

Upon hearing the word "grandmother," Su Nianhe's mind inexplicably went through a series of thoughts.

If she really calls her "Grandma," then her generation will perfectly match Shen Huai's.

Her ears burned slightly, and following the old lady's words, she called out softly, "Grandma."

"Ah, that sounds much better," the old lady replied cheerfully.

Su Nianhe was very perceptive. Taking advantage of the moment, she turned around and picked up the empty enamel mug from the cabinet. "Grandma must be thirsty after coming all the way from the village. I'll go to the kitchen and pour you a glass of warm water."

After saying that, she turned to the side and slipped lightly out of the nanny's room through the passageway left by Wang Liping.

After everyone left, Old Mrs. Shen bent down and picked up the hen that was thrashing on the ground, then, holding the chicken in one hand and the duck in the other, she strode towards the living room.

Wang Liping stood by the passageway, looking at the yellow mud balls falling from the old woman's black cloth shoes and the fishy smell emanating from the two beasts, feeling nauseous and her stomach churning.

But this was Shen Wanshan's own mother, and she wouldn't dare to chase her away directly even if she had ten times the courage. She could only grit her teeth and follow behind in her mid-heeled sandals, calling out, "Grandma, please slow down. The water was just splashed, don't slip."

In the living room, Shen Huai was sitting on the far right of the sofa.

He held a fountain pen in his hand, and on the glass turntable coffee table in front of him were two lines of arithmetic written in black and white.

Grandma Shen strode across the threshold and casually tossed the chickens and ducks onto the empty space under the coffee table.

"Xiao Huai is at home."

Shen Huai capped the pen, stood up, and pulled the single sofa next to him outwards. "Grandma, please sit down. I just came down from the second floor and didn't see you."

At this moment, Su Nianhe came in carrying a plastic tray.

Two white porcelain cups, steaming, were placed on the tray.

She placed the tea on the coffee table, first handing a cup to the old lady, and then placing another cup next to Shen Huai.

Grandma Shen took the cup and took a big gulp. She turned to look at Su Nianhe standing by the sofa, and the more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became. She casually asked, "Girl, you've been doing a pretty good job in our family. I heard you've even helped raise that rascal Ping An to be all plump and healthy. Why did you suddenly decide to quit?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Liping, who had just stepped into the living room, felt a jolt in her heart.

She was afraid that Su Nianhe, with her loose tongue, would reveal the secret of how she had just given forty yuan to kick someone out of the kitchen.

This old lady from the countryside is not someone to be trifled with. If she really starts making a scene in the living room, she'll be in deep trouble when her in-laws come home from get off work.

Wang Liping rushed to the coffee table in a few strides and spoke up loudly before anyone else could: "Grandma, look at what you're saying, it's not that we didn't want her to work. It's just that Nianhe herself wanted to leave, saying there was an emergency in her hometown village and she had to go back. I couldn't stop her, and I just paid her an extra half month's wages."

Su Nianhe kept her head down, her hands neatly pressed against the seams of her apron, and remained silent.

Shen Huai sat on the sofa, slowly picked up the white porcelain cup beside him, and as he drank, he leaned his long legs forward under the coffee table, the hem of his trousers just touching the edge of Su Nianhe's cloth shoes.

The rough cotton fabric rubbed against the crisp trouser legs.

Su Nianhe felt a heat on her feet and instinctively tried to pull back, but the man's outstretched shoe tip gently stepped on her shoe, fixing her firmly in place, unable to move.

As they were talking, a person slowly strolled in through the courtyard gate.

Old Shen stood with his hands behind his back, wearing an old Zhongshan suit that had faded from washing, and a pair of old Beijing black cloth shoes. He would take two steps and then stop, tilting his head slightly to the side.

The old man is over seventy years old this year. His hearing is sometimes good and sometimes bad. When he's having a bad day, he can't even hear the firecrackers going off outside.

When Wang Liping saw the old man come in, she quickly put her handbag on the sofa and greeted him in a loud voice, "Grandpa! You're here too!"

Old Man Shen slowly walked to the center of the living room.

Just now in the courtyard, he heard Wang Liping's shrill voice shouting something like "Go" and "Go back to the village".

The old man steadied himself, glared at Wang Liping, and asked, "Why are we leaving so soon after we arrived? Going back to the village?"

The old man thought Wang Liping was referring to him and his wife. It turned out that as soon as they entered the house, his eldest granddaughter-in-law looked down on them as country bumpkins and wanted to send them back to their hometown.

Wang Liping was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. She frantically waved her hands in front of her and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Grandpa! You misheard! It said Su Nianhe is leaving! Not that you're leaving!"

The old man's ears were ringing, and he only caught the word "go," which immediately made him angry.

The old man slammed his cane into the ground and shouted, "You want me to leave again? Am I getting old and annoying people now?!"

"No!" Wang Liping jumped up and down anxiously, her mid-heeled shoes clattering on the floor, her voice almost cracking, "The nanny is leaving! Nianhe is leaving!"

The old man was hard of hearing and completely ignored her lip movements, continuing to shout, "Who's annoying? I, an old man, neither eat nor drink your food, and you're already annoyed by me just because I entered the courtyard?"

Wang Liping felt like she wanted to die.

This grandpa is hard of hearing, so he always talks like he's arguing, and his voice is frighteningly loud.

If Shen Wanshan, who was coming home from get off work soon, or Liu Huizhen, who was about to leave the neighborhood committee office, heard this, they would think that her daughter-in-law was taking advantage of her husband's absence to point at his nose, curse, and chase him away.

"Grandpa! I really wasn't talking about you!" Wang Liping was sweating profusely and leaned close to the old man's ear to explain loudly.

The living room was noisy, with the old hen clucking under the coffee table and Wang Liping shouting at the top of her lungs.

While the whole family's attention was focused on the old man and Wang Liping, Shen Huai placed the white porcelain cup in his hand on the turntable.

He stood up, and from the outside it looked like he was going to go and help persuade the old man. As he walked into the aisle, he brushed past Su Nianhe.

In the shadows behind the back of the single sofa where no one could see, the man's large hand reached out and grabbed Su Nianhe's slender waist.

The force was astonishing, even through the thin old cotton shirt.

Su Nianhe shuddered violently, almost crying out in surprise, and quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Shen Huai didn't linger. After pinching her, he pressed his rough fingertips heavily on her waist, as if to warn her and collect interest.

After receiving the money, he agreed to move into the courtyard he had borrowed, and that night he had to go back to his room to study hard and pay his tuition.

The man walked over and casually took Old Man Shen's arm, his voice steady and powerful.

"Grandpa, my sister-in-law said she's buying train tickets for the nanny."

The old man finally caught half of what his most beloved grandson was saying: "Buy a train ticket? What kind of ticket?"

"The ticket back to the village." Shen Huai said without changing his expression.

Hearing this, Wang Liping quickly climbed down the steps and shouted loudly into the old man's ear, "That's right! It's for the nanny! To send her back to her hometown to get married!"

The old man blinked, looked at Wang Liping, and then at Su Nianhe standing by the coffee table.

"Oh, the nanny's leaving." The old man muttered slowly, "Why are you shouting like that? You scared me."

Wang Liping felt a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, and could only stare helplessly.

Grandma Shen sat on the sofa, watching her eldest granddaughter-in-law's embarrassed look, and slapped her thigh and laughed.

"Serves you right! You're always so loud and boisterous." The old lady turned to Su Nianhe, "Girl, don't listen to her. Is there any emergency in your village? Tell Grandma. If you need money, Grandma has some in her pocket."

Su Nianhe's heart was still in her throat after Shen Huai had just pinched her waist.

She raised her eyelids and secretly glanced at Shen Huai.

The man stood next to the old man, one hand in his pocket, with an aloof and indifferent demeanor, more serious than any normal person.