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The luxurious Chinese-style courtyard has three levels inside and three levels outside.

One weight is heavier than the other, solemn and majestic.

The quaint atmosphere is comforting.

Just under the steps leading to the door, beside the Feng pool, Mr. Han was standing there waiting in his layered bottoms.

Chinese spring clothes are simple and unpretentious.

Tall body, red face.

His eyes were flashing with excitement.

The old man is still in good health.

The old man, personally greeting him, this is the extreme honor and touching feeling for a younger generation.

Song Sanxi and Han Fafa parked the car and got out.

Han Fafa even said in a low voice with displeasure: "Song Sanxi, you boy, you are so proud of your mother, and my father has to come to greet you in person."

What can Song Sanxi say?

Knowing that Han Fafa was unhappy with him.

He could only greet him with a smile on his face.

Over there, Mr. Han strode like the wind and had a cheerful voice.

"Haha! Little Song Zaizai, I miss my grandpa so much! You are so cold. What kind of wind brought you here today? Hahaha"

While laughing loudly, he hugged Song Sanxi tightly and patted his back hard.

The level of intimacy really surprised the Korean House staff not far away.

Han Fafa next to him looked jealous.

You little bastard, do you still get this kind of treatment?

I remember that when my son Han Shengchao came back, his father had never been so excited!

Now, who is his grandson?

Song Sanxi felt quite comfortable.

"Grandpa Han, I have something to do in the provincial capital, and there is a patient who needs my help. It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time. It's strange that I came here uninvited because I was in a panic!"

"Hahaha, okay, okay! You little bastard, you should come to grandpa more often! Come on, come on, don't stand around, come into the room and talk!"

"No, Grandpa Han, please wait in the old restaurant. I'll go to the kitchen to get the dishes out."

"Haha! That's okay! But I'll go to the kitchen with you. Let me tell you, after I came back from China, I set up a wood stove. It's very cold, and the dishes you cook don't have the same smell as those cooked by you.

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Like an old child, Mr. Han pulled Song Sanxi and dragged him towards the kitchen.

He wanted to see how Song Sanxi cooked.

The staff was helpless.

Han Fafa was also speechless and had no choice but to follow.

When we came to the kitchen, we saw that it was indeed a wood stove with new colors.

Song Sanxi looked at the materials and started to take action without saying much.

There are people who light fires.

There were originally people who cut vegetables.

However, Song Sanxi personally operated the knife and cut it beautifully with fancy knife skills.

Han Laoke got excited, picked up a small pony, sat there, and watched his performance with a smile.

From time to time, I would have a chat with him about Mr. Cui, Zhonghai, Song Sanxi's personal development and so on.

Song Sanxi naturally has her own way of chatting, and the atmosphere is very good.

Han Fafa and several staff members could only listen and nod in cooperation from time to time.

He could even laugh from time to time. Because Song Sanxi was so humorous, Mr. Han laughed out loud. How could they not laugh along with him?

Finally, Song Sanxi started cooking.

The technique, the ingredients, and the bursting aroma made everyone's mouth water.

The whole courtyard was filled with an intoxicating smell.
Chapter completed!