Wen Changan was completely immersed in his own fantasy.
I just feel that my future is infinitely bright.
At this moment, Sheng Hanyu came out of the kitchen carrying the prepared braised pork noodles.
She put the noodles on the table: "The meal is ready, come and eat."
Wen Changan put down the grapes in his hand and leaned forward to take a look at the restaurant.
On the mahogany turntable dining table, there is a blue and white bamboo hat noodle bowl placed in its own place.
Sheng Hanyu stood quietly aside and took off her apron at the same time.
However, Wen Changan was not satisfied with this.
He frowned and slowly sat back on the sofa full of disgust:
"Why is it noodles again...
Can you make something delicious next time?
Or do you mean you can’t make anything else but noodles..."
He muttered disgust.
Sheng Hanyu lowered his eyes slightly.
His eyes fell on the bowl of noodles, his eyes far away, as if he saw three-year-old Wen Chang'an standing in front of the table, saying with admiration that it was delicious.
She withdrew her gaze, and her eyes regained their calm tenderness:
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you next time."
But... that will be your last meal.
She added silently in her mind.
Wen Changan curled his lips in disgust: "Forget it, I'd better go out to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wen folded the newspaper in his hand and said calmly:
"Go to the study with me first."
Wen Changan rolled his eyes: "Grandpa, I'm going to starve to death!"
Mr. Wen had already stood up, holding the dragon-carving crutch placed next to the sofa. He said calmly:
"It won't take long."
Wen Changan curled his lips: "Okay, I understand."
After saying that, neither of them looked at Sheng Hanyu again and turned around to go to the study.
Sheng Hanyu stood there and watched the two people until their backs completely disappeared, then she sat on the stool next to them.
She has long been used to the Wen family's behavior of treating her as an outsider.
In the study, Wen Changan looked at the old man impatiently:
"Grandpa, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
If it were anyone else who was so rude, Mr. Wen would have reprimanded him a long time ago.
But sitting in front of him at this moment was his most beloved grandson.
He just glared at Wen Changan: "You!"
He raised his hand, nodded helplessly and fondly in Wen Changan's direction, and then slowly reached out to open the drawer next to the desk.
He took out a jade pendant, but there was a drop of bright red blood in the center of the jade pendant.
"Chang'an, you are the child I value most.
The entire Wen family will only be yours in the future."
He said a little sadly.
“If it’s not mine, who else can it be?
You wouldn't really consider giving up the Wen family to that bastard named Wen Yan, would you?
Or are you planning to raise those wild beasts outside for my father?"
After hearing the old man's words, his eyes instantly became sharp, changing from his previous carelessness.
In his eyes, the Wen family is his and only his.
Although he is not a Heavenly Master yet, he believes that as long as he has an excellent foundation, he will not lose to anyone!
When Mr. Wen saw that he was so out of control, he couldn't help but feel a headache again:
"Nature can only be yours.
If you really want to give it to others, can you still be so arrogant in front of me?"
Hearing what the old man said, Wen Changan instantly smiled: "Hey, I knew grandpa must love me the most. What kind of treasure is this?"
"This is a treasure left behind by our ancestors of the Wen family."
Upon hearing that it was passed down from his ancestors, Wen Changan's eyes instantly lit up.
"Is it really passed down from our ancestors?
Why am I seeing you for the first time?"
Mr. Wen smiled: "Because only the family heads of the past generations can hold this."
Wen Changan's eyes suddenly widened even more.
Mr. Wen smiled and handed the jade pendant to him:
"This is a token of past family heads, and it can also be regarded as a magical weapon.
At the critical moment, it can withstand the fatal blow of the big demon and bounce it back to the opponent multiple times.
But after use, this thing is completely useless and cannot be used casually unless it is absolutely necessary."
Wen Changan took the jade pendant and put it under the light to examine it carefully.
The eyes are full of shock, such a small pendant can actually withstand the fatal blow of the big demon!
It will rebound exponentially!
If this were applied to white tea...
Outside the study room, Sheng Hanyu pursed her lips tightly, and her mind was filled with Mr. Wen's words about being able to withstand the full blow of the big demon...
She must tell Bai Cha about this as soon as possible!
Just as she was about to leave, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder from behind.
"what are you doing here?"
Wen Sheng's voice rang in his ears unexpectedly.
The pupils shrank instantly, and the heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
When did he appear?
Why didn't I notice it at all?
The palms of my hands were covered in sticky sweat.
She calmly adjusted her breathing and expression.
He didn't dare to turn around without any hesitation.
The moment she turned around, her shocked expression completely subsided, leaving only the indifference and gentleness she should have on her face.
"Chang'an didn't eat breakfast. I wanted to ask him what he wanted to eat. The food outside is always not that healthy."
Wen Sheng nodded slightly, but there was still dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Didn't I tell you before that the study is the most important place in the house? If you are a woman, you should not come to the study if you have nothing to do."
Sheng Hanyu smiled and nodded: "Okay, I won't do it again in the future.
Have you eaten in the morning?
Whatever you want to eat, I’ll cook it for you.”
Wen Sheng waved his hand: "I ate at Yingying's."
As soon as he finished speaking, the study door opened from the inside.
The old man glanced sharply at the two of them: "When did you come back?"
Wen Sheng didn't expect his father's attitude to be so harsh. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "I just came back."
The old man said nothing and kept his eyes fixed on Sheng Hanyu. After a few seconds, he asked: "What about you?"
"I want to cook another breakfast for Chang'an. The food outside is always heavy in oil and salt, which is unhealthy."
She answered calmly.
Mr. Wen glanced at her again and scolded her:
"In the final analysis, it's your poor cooking skills that make Chang'an dissatisfied with the food you cook.
Wen Sheng never felt that the food his mother cooked was not delicious.
You go back and reflect on it."
Sheng Hanyu did not dare to make any dissatisfied movements or expressions, so he responded gently, and with the old man's permission, he respectfully withdrew.
Wait for Sheng Hanyu to leave.
Mr. Wen called Wen Sheng into the study.
As soon as Wen Sheng entered the study, Mr. Wen said solemnly: "Did you hear it outside just now?"
Wen Sheng was confused: "What did you hear?"
Mr. Wen still understands his son.
Seeing this expression on his face, I knew that he had not heard the conversation between me and my grandson.
He sighed:
"What else could it be? It's Chang'an's business!
Why are you, a father, not sad at all?
Let me tell you, don’t even think about bringing any of those bastards out there!
I don’t recognize it!”
Wen Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face could hardly be held back.
After a long time, he said: "Dad, Chang'an is still here.
Besides, I have no intention of bringing them back.
Yesterday I asked Su Xian for help.
But you also know Su Xian, he always likes to put on airs."
Mr. Wen snorted coldly: "Help? Go to the woman's bed to help?"