Chapter 798: Chapter 778: Old Master Jimo Needs to Watch His Diet Too
When Qhianqhian woke up again, she heard the voice of Jimo Cheng. Looking around, it was just a dark and shabby house, nothing special. For a moment, she thought she was sleepwalking.
She quickly took out the cushion under her butt, surprisingly noticing another book on her legs. When did she take it out? How come she had no recollection?
But that wasn’t the main point. Qhianqhian quickly stood up and responded, "Senior Brother."
Upon hearing Qhianqhian’s voice, Jimo Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief: "Where are you?"
Qhianqhian looked at the messy pile of stones behind her and the dead wood in front of her, increasingly feeling that she had walked into some haunted little house. She quickly passed through the stone pile, heading towards the place where Jimo Cheng’s voice was coming from: "Here, here, here."
Without feeling anything wrong, she walked out of the stone pile. Qhianqhian looked at Jimo Cheng and smiled, pursing her lips.
"Why did you run so fast?" Jimo Cheng looked at Qhianqhian with a teasing tone: "What if there were child traffickers inside?"
Qhianqhian pouted in grievance: "No way, people this cute won’t be sold. Being this cute is an obvious trait."
Looking at Qhianqhian’s narcissistic expression, Jimo Cheng helplessly pulled her out the door: "Next time, don’t randomly enter places like this, you hear?"
Qhianqhian obediently nodded, casually touching her coat button, which was icy cold, making her pause.
Then she looked at herself, there was nothing strange elsewhere, frowning slightly, utterly puzzled.
"Let’s go then, I heard from Grandpa that there’s a place selling sugar figures at the corner of the street ahead," Jimo Cheng said, looking helplessly at Qhianqhian: "Skip the exploration, but eating out and strolling is okay."
Qhianqhian didn’t refute, just nodded, with a hint of smile on her face, though it didn’t reach her eyes.
After getting Qhianqhian a sugar figure of a little rabbit, Jimo Cheng took the delighted Qhianqhian back to Han Moxuan.
Old Master Jimo was also engrossed in his work for a while, taking a break, and seeing the sugar figure in Qhianqhian’s hands, he looked disdainful: "To say the sugar figures crafted by the old buddy, the mice and pigs are the best looking, the dragon the most imposing, and here you buy a little rabbit..." to eat well, it doesn’t look good at all.
Qhianqhian blinked: "Grandpa Kong wants to eat?"
Jimo Kong’s face showed a trace of embarrassment: "I don’t, stop talking nonsense."
Jimo Cheng calmly spoke up: "Grandpa won’t eat it, Grandpa has to watch his sugar and salt intake."
Jimo Kong’s face suddenly stiffened, his mouth twitching slightly, his voice still carried a hint of annoyance: "I already said I didn’t! Raising you and sending you to school so much just to be told I can’t eat this or that? I should have stopped your education at prenatal education!!!"
Jimo Cheng looked completely calm: "And this month, meat is also out of bounds."
"So strict..." Qhianqhian sighed deeply, inwardly thinking of Grandpa being managed by Grandma, perhaps it was the same, can’t eat this, can’t eat that, unable to eat anything.
"I’ll eat seafood!" Jimo Kong glared angrily at his grandson, in front of Qhianqhian, can’t he give him some dignity?
"Cholesterol..." Jimo Cheng was just about to speak when he heard Jimo Kong roar:
"Did I send you to school to learn all this just to be controlled by you now? Can’t eat anything, should I survive on air or go on hunger strike?" Jimo Kong directly pulled Qhianqhian and turned to leave: "Come, dear granddaughter knows how to care, later Grandpa Kong will introduce you to someone good, we don’t need him!"
Qhianqhian’s shoulders shook as she walked with Jimo Kong, Jimo Cheng followed behind them, his face filled with helplessness.
Clearly following the doctor’s orders, did he do something wrong? Can this actually make Grandpa want to introduce his fiancée to someone else???
Is he really blood-related?
"Grandpa Kong." Qhianqhian cleared her throat and spoke loudly.
Both Jimo Kong and Jimo Cheng looked at Qhianqhian, who continued with a calm face: "I fully support you eating, after all, people can only live so many years, why not enjoy it fully?"
"See!" Jimo Kong glared at Jimo Cheng.
Jimo Cheng was about to say something when he saw Qhianqhian wink at him, so he closed his mouth.
Qhianqhian continued: "If you end up as a stuffed ghost, that wouldn’t be too bad, and leaving me as the only one to eat vegetables, watching us grow up and fulfill filial piety isn’t too shabby, right?"
Jimo Cheng turned his head away, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Heaven knows that previously Jimo Kong was boasting to him, claiming he was healthier than Old Master Luo and could live longer.
Who knew he’d be hit hard by Qhianqhian without knowing it, and hit viciously.
Jimo Kong opened his mouth wide, unable to believe he was seeing Qhianqhian, opening and closing his mouth but not making any sound.
Moments later, he looked dejected: "Alright, I’ll just eat less." He said with a determined face: "I need to live longer than Old Man Luo, or else what’s the point of living?"
Qhianqhian blinked, what kind of logic is this?
But on second thoughts, if this logic could provoke Old Master Jimo, it should apply to her own grandfather too.
She directly took out her phone and sent a message to Grandma.
Then she looked at Old Master Jimo with a smile: "You should have a healthy diet, my Grandpa mainly eats green vegetables now for health."
Old Master Jimo pursed his lips, he mainly eats green vegetables normally, alright?
Wasn’t it Old Man Luo who led him astray? Always boasting that this meat is delicious and that meat is delicious, he just wanted to try the taste...
And then inexplicably had high cholesterol!
Thinking back to the times he was outside, how healthy he was, still exercised every day, and now? He’s truly become decadent, truly decadent.
Qhianqhian observed the contemplative look on Jimo Kong’s face, puzzled she glanced at Jimo Cheng.
Jimo Cheng shrugged at her: "Grandpa might be nostalgic for when he used to have a healthy diet."
It’s entirely because An Yi made Grandpa lazy.
He still gets up to jog and exercise occasionally, but the difference in dietary habits, is it because... the composition difference between the smog in Capital City and foreign countries? Making people lazy while hiding in a room under the name of health?
Jimo Cheng looked at his Grandpa with helplessness, the self-blaming look all over his face, could he at least get up to exercise?
Normally, the most exercise is occasional carving, and that’s just moving his arms.
"Let’s go eat, after dinner, I’ll return to a healthy life, can’t continue mixing with Old Man Luo, if I keep this up I’ll turn into a big fatty!" Thinking about the recent ten-pound weight gain, Old Master Jimo sighed slightly, really can’t be too lazy.
