When grandma took Zhou Xing in, there were bursts of green smoke inside, mixed with the aroma of stir-frying.
Zhou Xing also saw clearly the scene inside.
The modern kitchen that I imagined did not appear, but was no different from the rural kitchen, still using earthen stoves.
Next to the earthen stove, there was a lot of firewood piled up.
The stove door was closed, and the fire was glowing red.
And in front of the stove.
A little old man, who was not very tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, was wearing an apron, smoking a cigarette, humming a tune, and cooking vegetables quite leisurely.
The spatula is quite skillful to use.
He doesn't hear what's going on outside the window, and he only cares about the food in front of him.
When grandma saw this scene, she rushed forward angrily and slapped the little old man on the head.
The little old man turned around in confusion and looked at the grandmother in front of him, who looked unhappy: "What's wrong?"
"Look who's coming."
Grandma said angrily.
The little old man raised his head and saw Zhou Xing standing at the door. The spatula in his hand suddenly stopped.
"good………"
Zhou Dingshan was about to speak out, but when he realized something was wrong, he coughed twice, forced his smile back, and looked at Zhou Xing with an indifferent expression.
"grandfather."
Zhou Xing smiled and stepped forward to greet Zhou Dingshan.
Zhou Dingshan looked at his grandson in front of him and called him in front of him. This was completely different from the feeling on the phone, and he subconsciously wanted to grin.
I also felt that I couldn't show it too obviously. After all, the old lady was still here. If she found out, I would lose face.
"Um."
Zhou Dingshan nodded calmly: "You're here."
When the grandmother on the side saw Zhou Dingshan's scene, she rolled her eyes helplessly and had nothing to say.
But she has long been used to it.
The little old man Zhou Dingshan just wanted to save face and suffer, otherwise he would not have had any contact with Zhou Jianping for so long.
Knowing that my grandson was coming, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night long. Now when I arrived at the door of my house, I had to act like I didn't care.
"Yes."
Zhou Xing smiled and scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Grandpa... I originally planned to come back tomorrow morning, but ended up coming over at short notice, so I didn't buy any gifts and came to the door empty-handed."
"My dear grandson, your coming here is grandma's greatest gift. We are a family, don't talk about these things."
Grandma was standing aside, looking at Zhou Xing lovingly.
Zhou Dingshan also nodded in agreement: "That's right, I don't care about these things. Men should be more straightforward and don't stick to details."
Say it.
He stepped forward, looked Zhou Xing up and down, then squeezed Zhou Xing's arm and hammered his chest.
After feeling his strong figure, there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Very good... This is how the men of our Zhou family look like. The body is the capital... Especially our Zhou family, which relied on your great-grandfather's strength back then." Diandian fought for it with his life."
"As juniors, we cannot lose our dignity."
Zhou Xing smiled and said, "Grandpa's words make sense."
Zhou Dingshan became more and more satisfied and looked at Zhou Xing: "I heard that you had a conflict with that boy from the Lin family?"
"That's right."
Zhou Xing didn't hide anything, so naturally the news couldn't be hidden from Zhou Dingshan. The other party already knew about it, otherwise he wouldn't have sent someone to pick him up.
"You didn't suffer any loss, did you?"
Zhou Dingshan asked.
"Of course not. What you know is what the facts are."
Zhou Xing said with a smile.
"Ha ha ha ha………"
Zhou Dingshan couldn't control it anymore and burst out laughing, with a happy look on his face: "That's how it should be. Even my grandson dares to find trouble and beat up his son of a bitch. His skills are not as good as others... No matter how Even if we fight, the Lin family won't be able to find any problems."
"If you encounter this kind of situation in the future, grandpa and I will give you a good beating."
"If the other side dares to make trouble, just beat him with your fists and beat him to the ground. Although our Zhou family has a small number of people, everyone is the best."
Snapped!
As soon as he finished speaking, grandma slapped him on the head again, stared at Zhou Dingshan angrily with her eyes wide open, and said, "Fuck your mother's bullshit!"
"How can a grandfather like you instigate your own grandson to fight? He is so thin...he ran away as soon as the wind blew."
"If something goes wrong if you go out to fight with someone, I wonder how you, an old guy, will explain to your ancestors when you get down!"
Zhou Dingshan touched his nose angrily, looked to the side unnaturally, and moved his lips, but he did not dare to refute.
After grandma finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Xingshi with a warm and charitable smile on her face: "My dear grandson, don't listen to that crooked old man. Your mission is to live well and grow up happily. If you get into trouble somewhere, How can grandma survive if she is injured?"
Zhou Xing was a little dumbfounded when he saw his grandma changing her face in Sichuan Opera. Even Zhou Dingshan was made to obey.
He immediately said yes repeatedly.
Zhou Dingshan was embarrassed for a moment, and then came to Zhou Xing again: "As far as I know, that little guy from the Lin family is a mad dog... he bites people when he catches them. Although grandpa can't stand him, he does have a few brushes. , that old guy from the Lin family often came to show off his power in front of me, but now he's better... he finally let out a bad breath."
"Have you ever practiced being able to knock down Lin Xuewen, my dear grandson?"
Zhou Xing had no way to explain the system in front of Zhou Dingshan, so he could only reply: "That's right, Grandpa, I practiced with a master who taught martial arts when I was very young. The master said that my talent is pretty good. It’s been almost ten years now.”
After hearing this, Zhou Dingshan stroked the beard on his chin with satisfaction: "It seems that the traitor still listened to some of my words and did not forget what I said. Although today is different from the past, we can use it, but we can't live without it. ."
Zhou Xing was stunned. He originally wanted to drag Zhou Jianping out to take the blame, but he didn't expect that he was still here, resolving some of Zhou Dingshan's complaints against him.
He opened his mouth, which was a good thing, so he said nothing more.
"Then Lin Xuewen basically didn't survive a few rounds before he was knocked down by you. My dear son, you probably haven't used your full strength yet, right?"
Zhou Dingshan looked at him with interest.
"Grandpa is still awesome, you can tell at a glance."
Zhou Xing gave a thumbs up and flattered him without hesitation.
"That's right, you don't even know who your grandfather is. When your grandfather was young, Lin Xuewen was nothing like shit in my eyes."
Zhou Dingshan snorted rather arrogantly, Zhou Xing's flattery won his heart quite a bit.
"Well, my dear grandson, tell me how far you have come after these ten years of practice?"
Zhou Dingshan's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Zhou Xing thought for a while and then said: "If I go all out, within three seconds, I will have to kneel on the ground and beg Lin Xuewen not to die."