Chapter 815: Chapter 795: Driving...
Arriving at Han Moxuan, they found the door closed. After parking the car, Luo Qianqian looked surprised: "Is it closed? No one here?"
"How is that possible." Jimo Cheng shook his head helplessly: "Clearly it’s closed for the evening to prepare for the welcome feast, right?"
"Hopefully, there’s something I like to eat." Fang Youyuan laughed heartily as he lifted the suitcase and walked into Han Moxuan.
As soon as he pushed the door open, there were three bangs, and colorful paper confetti fell all over Fang Youyuan’s head, clothes, and suitcase.
Only then did Luo Qianqian realize why Jimo Cheng stopped her from pushing the door, and suddenly understood the helpless expression on Fang Youyuan’s face earlier.
"Does the teacher do this every year without finding it boring?" Fang Youyuan stood there, shaking his head helplessly, brushing off the paper confetti.
Jimo Kong laughed heartily as he walked out: "Isn’t being habitual a kind of ritual? Oh? Jin Yuee is here too?"
"We had lunch together." Fang Youyuan shrugged helplessly: "I’m not saying anything, but the next time you have to come up with some new ideas, or I’ll have to bring Jin Nian in."
"What?" Jimo Kong’s eyes widened in disbelief: "You guys actually ate together? Without inviting me?! Do you even consider me your teacher?"
Luo Qianqian was stunned. Was this the main point here?
She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Jimo Kong: "Grandpa Kong, don’t say that. Senior brother saw that my school meals were bad, and I’ve gotten skinny, so he took me for a feast. You don’t like greasy foods, right? They’re unhealthy. We kids only eat them while we’re growing."
"Don’t let your grandpa hear that." Jimo Kong looked at Luo Qianqian helplessly: "So? Are you hungry yet?"
Luo Qianqian patted her stomach: "Should I be hungry or not?"
"Even if you’re hungry, you’ll have to endure it. We haven’t started cooking yet." Jimo Kong laughed mischievously, looking at Fang Youyuan: "Isn’t your junior martial sister more fun than your junior martial brother?"
"Grandpa, don’t say that. I’ve already lost your favor." Jimo Cheng said helplessly, referring to the time earlier when Fang Youyuan bought only one cake.
Jimo Kong surprisingly nodded in agreement: "How old are you, and you’re still eating that stuff? Qhianqhian is much more fun than you. You’re so dull and don’t like to talk, the point is you don’t know how to act cute either..." He dragged out his words, clearly criticizing Jimo Cheng.
Luo Qianqian was dumbfounded: "So... am I too lively? Isn’t not being dull the same as being lively? Isn’t the opposite of not liking to talk being talkative? And being talkative is just another word for noisy? And acting cute? How come I didn’t know that about myself?"
Jimo Cheng was also dumbfounded: "No matter how much you dislike me, you can’t change the fact that I’m your grandson, and you can’t turn Jin Yuee into your granddaughter..." At most, she could be a granddaughter-in-law.
"Hmph, what nonsense is this brat spouting?" Jimo Kong glared: "By the way, what happened to you this afternoon? The old man with the disinfectant came by in the afternoon saying he wanted to nap and then eat."
... Disinfectant old man... Luo Qianqian was taken aback by this nickname. Is this what people call each other now?
Jimo Cheng was briefly stunned, surprised that Ninth Grandpa had actually come. After a brief pause, he said, "A younger generation had a problem, but luckily Ninth Grandpa was there. His miraculous hands brought them back from the brink of death..."
"Yes, yes, it’s amazing." Seeing a pair of shoes emerging from beneath the swaying curtain, Luo Qianqian chimed in: "My admiration for Ninth Grandpa is as vast as the endless river..."
"Hahaha, did you hear that?" The person behind the curtain lifted it with renewed energy, unlike his afternoon weariness.
Jimo Kong rolled his eyes: "That’s not because you drank a whole pot of ginseng chicken soup, aren’t you afraid of overdoing it? It was stewed for my three kids at home."
"Jin Yuee is too young to handle supplements, it could have adverse effects. Jin Nian is full of youthful energy but still young; one bowl might cause a nosebleed. As for Jin Yang, he could have it, but... Jin Yang, do you have a girlfriend?"
Fang Youyuan shook his head dumbly.
"Then it’s not suitable, or else how will you dispel the internal heat? Right?" He looked proudly at Jimo Kong.
"Disinfectant old man, you’re wrong. It seems you..." He chuckled mischievously: "At your age... hmm?"
"I’m different. I’ve undergone a highly precise surgery, and I have lost energy and spirit. It’s the best time to replenish, oh, and next time, remember to add some goji berries."
As they bickered, the three stood silently with their heads down, pretending not to understand.
Yet even if they wanted to pretend, there was at least one adult present, plus a pair of engaged youths.
And among them, the least educated was Luo Qianqian, who was currently a freshman in college. How could she not understand anything?
"Should I add goji berries for you, or do you want me to make deer antler? Or perhaps some deer blood..." Jimo Kong, even more aggravated by Ninth Grandpa’s words, forgot about the presence of the three kids and continued bickering.
"That sounds great, I’m waiting for your news then." Ninth Grandpa remained calm.
Luo Qianqian walked right over to Jimo Cheng and Fang Youyuan, standing face-to-face with them, her back to the bickering elderly pair.
"Should elderly people have heavy supplements? Two renowned old men are debating this. Next, let’s have reporters Orange and Pomelo with a live report." Luo Qianqian’s words made the two old men freeze.
Fang Youyuan and Jimo Cheng were dumbfounded, but Fang Youyuan quickly caught on.
"Old Master Kong suggests Ninth Elder take some deer antler for a boost. Reporter Orange, what’s your take on this?"
Jimo Cheng, a bit puzzled at being named, quickly said: "Replenishment should be done cautiously, overdoing it is harmful."
"Reporter Orange made a very valid point. Now let’s see what Ninth Elder has to say," she said, making a fist like a microphone at Ninth Grandpa’s mouth.
"Ahem." Ninth Grandpa cleared his throat, pretending to be solemn, then tidied his clothes: "As a doctor, I believe supplements should be taken in moderation, but as a man, how can I admit defeat? Supplement, definitely supplement!"
Luo Qianqian was bent over with laughter.
Jimo Cheng was just about to say something.
Then he heard Jimo Kong begin: "Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by the younger generation? Come, come, play a game of chess with me." Realizing Luo Qianqian was present, Jimo Kong stopped his antics, coolly pulling Ninth Grandpa away, not forgetting to tell the three: "You kids go ahead and have fun, the food’s just being prepped."
Luo Qianqian was speechless. So, these people waiting by the door this whole time were truly diligent.
