But, you still have to say it politely.

Old Man Tan stroked his beard and opened his mouth, just about to speak - in fact, he also wanted to hear Xiao Tuanzi persuade him a few more words.

As I get older, I like this kind of energetic little doll that looks like a little flower.

Can't you be a little pretentious?

"Old man."

Facing a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, Old Man Tan was stunned unconsciously.

Xiaotuanzi stretched out his chubby hand and introduced with a smile, "Grandpa Tan, this is my eldest brother."

When I said this, the chest of this little meat ball straightened up, which was really fun to watch.

"Please come to my house for some noodles."

The handsome young man spoke slowly. Although he was polite, there was too much courage mixed with it.

With a look of "those who follow others will prosper, and those who go against others will perish", this man must be a hero in troubled times...

Old Man Tan is a man who has been on the battlefield. He is well-informed and will never make mistakes.

After holding it in for a long time, he only responded with the word "oh".

Then, when everyone was walking in front, he walked in, stroking his beard, his face a little depressed.

If you want to eat noodles, you can just eat noodles, but that young man clearly has a Tsinghua temperament and good manners. He can't fault him, but he sounded like a bandit when he spoke just now.

It seemed that if he didn't go along with his little sister's wishes, the boy would tie him up and throw him into the house.

Zhuo Qingfeng is also back, and he cooked this meal.

It turns out that in the village, he actually often wanted to cook and loved cooking. After all, every time he made hand-made noodles, he was very good. Seeing the children praising them all made him extremely happy.

But Xiuli refused to give in, fearing that the man would cook too much and become a target of criticism.

Things are different now. When we get to town, there are fewer people gossiping.

I am cleaning the snow in front of my house. I am busy at home, so why should I care about the frost on other people's tiles?

As long as Zhuo Qingfeng has time, he is willing to cook. The children eat happily and he feels comfortable.

Old Man Tan sat in the house and looked around. Although this small house was quite good in a small town, it was not as good as the ones in the city.

But no matter how luxurious his old house is, what's the use even if it's built with gold and jade?

The children and grandchildren in the family are all promising and filial, and he is content. Just because he is selfish, he cannot keep the flying swans by his side, right?

Old man Tan was lonely, so he thought that even though this old man could still move around, he should at least do his best for society.

But no matter what, I still envy the fireworks in this house, with all the youthful smiling faces, nice voices, and the scent from the kitchen floating in the air. Old Tan is so excited that he is like a ghost, and he has not returned yet.

God, I couldn't help but say, "Can I come here for a meal once in a while? I will pay for the meal."

"Of course!" Yu Xiuli has always been a person who is not afraid of trouble and is approachable. "If you say you pay for the meal, you will be out of touch."

Xiaotuanzi also shook Old Man Tan's arm, and nodded his fragrant and soft little head, like a chicken pecking at rice, "Grandpa, as long as you don't call me Little Rabbit."

The whole room burst into laughter. The more Mr. Tan looked at Xiaotuanzi, the more he liked it. "Then I can't eat your food for free. This is for you."

Old man Tan took out an iron box. He didn't know exactly what it was, but as soon as he opened it, a medicinal scent filled the air.
Chapter completed!