While the old man was talking, he looked at Su Qianci. Seeing her slightly shocked face, he immediately added fuel to his anger: "I don't know which nerve is wrong. I thought it was your idea, so it wasn't?"

Su Qianci shook her head, and the corners of her lips raised up uncontrollably.

It turned out that he still remembered... she thought that he would forget it after just mentioning it casually.

Unexpectedly, I remembered it for so long.

The curve of the lips became wider and wider. After accidentally glimpsing the grandfather's joking eyes, Su Qianci's face turned red, lowered her head, and quickly decided to fight the breakfast in front of her, and then set off to school.

At the end of the day's course, Su Qianci picked up her cell phone and found that there were two missed calls on it.

The note is: Dad Song.

I picked up the phone and called it back and forth, and it answered quickly there. Song Yifan's voice came: "Qianci, are you free at night?"

"Yes, has Dad returned to China?"

This is not the first time Song Yifan called Su Qianci, nor is it the first time he heard the sound of "Dad", but whenever he heard it, he couldn't stop being excited and in a good mood.

Smiling, Song Yifan said, "Well, I'm back in China today. Your Uncle Sheng wants to make hot pot at home. I want you to bring your husband together. If it's okay, come here together." Hearing the words, Su Qianci was a little puzzled and said, "That's probably not possible. Grandpa has been here to live in our house for a while recently. We have to have dinner with grandpa at home."

"It's such a pity." Song Yifan's voice was full of regret, "You Uncle Sheng also bought a lot of ingredients, and now it seems that you are destined to be wasted."

"That's better, come to our house with Uncle Sheng. The weather is cold now, and it's just right to make hot pot. I'll tell Mom Rong to tell her not to cook."

"Okay, then I'll call Ximing."

A consensus agreement will be reached and the matter will be resolved soon.

The old man had a very good impression of Song Yifan and Sheng Ximing. Sitting in the living room, several people were having a very happy chat.

Li Sicheng never talks much, and he will only interject a few words when he hears the key points, and listens quietly the rest of the time.

Su Qianci and Rong's mother worked in the kitchen for more than half an hour before they processed the ingredients, and the aroma of the soup base drifted far away.

"It's okay to eat!" Su Qianci shouted, and saliva was flowing when he smelled the fragrance.

Rong Ma prepared dishes and chopsticks for everyone, and quickly let them take their seats. At the strong request of the old man, she also sat down half-swered.

The ingredients were the same. Su Qianci picked up something for herself and had a lot of fun. When she almost finished eating, she held a piece of meat with her big hand, dipped it in the sauce in front of her, and then put it into her bowl.

Su Qianci was a little flattered. When she raised her eyes, she saw Li Sicheng's calm face.

It seemed that the person who just picked up her meat was not him.

You are not polite, just stuff the meat into your mouth.

But when someone saw her finish eating, he reached out to pick up a vegetable for her, followed by a meatball, seafood, and meat.

Su Qianci had tried to eat as fast as possible, but she still couldn't keep up with the speed of picking up food.

Seeing his bowl piled high, he said with a bitter face: "Stop picking it up, I can't finish it!"

"It's okay," Li Sicheng calmly put down the last piece of meat, "I can't finish it."
Chapter completed!