Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Zhou Song and his team set out for Yuzhou early the next morning. Qu Wu originally wanted to stay and continue following Ye Kong, but as a lot of things at the magazine had piled up, she had to go back.

After seeing off this group of people, Ye Kong rode the tattered tricycle to the residential area.

She went to see Wen Can off.

When he arrived at his grandfather's house, Wen Can was not on the first floor, but Teacher Chi was busy in the kitchen.

Ye Kong was called over to take a look and found that it was loofah and egg noodles again.

However, the old man's skills are obviously more than ten times more proficient than Wen Can's. The noodle soup is very white and the loofah flesh is very plump.

"A-Chan is still upstairs. He will be down soon. Why don't you sit in the living room and wait for a while?"

Ye Kong looked into the pot and hummed, but couldn't help asking, "Wen Can like this noodle very much?"

The old man paused for a moment while using the chopsticks, and his voice softened: "It's his mother who likes it."

Ye Kong thought for a few seconds, then asked, "What does he like to eat?"

"..." The old man's movements became slower, and after a while he said, "A-chan is not picky about food. When he was a child, he had a few favorite dishes. After growing up, he didn't have any favorite dishes, but he also didn't have any dishes he didn't like."

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows slightly.

The door behind her suddenly rang. She turned around and saw a man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs walking in while taking off his mask.

"Grandpa, I won't have breakfast. I want..."

He paused there before he finished speaking, his eyes from under the brim of his hat staring straight at the girl who suddenly appeared.

Ye Kong waved his hand at him: "Why are you so surprised? Didn't I say I would come to see you off?"

Her eyes were like hooks, staring at the man's long legs wrapped in trousers for a long time, until Wen Can's body stiffened, and then she slowly withdrew her gaze.

"No breakfast? How can I not eat breakfast? Grandpa has already made noodles. I want to try some too. Come eat with me."

Wen Can took off his hat and said okay lightly.

Ye Kong didn't notice the old man giving her a very unexpected glance behind her.

After a peaceful and warm breakfast, Wen Can was about to leave.

Ye Kong stood aside and watched the grandparents and grandchildren say goodbye. He found that they were not reluctant to leave at all, and did not even say words like "take care of yourself".

In the end, the old man just pressed Wen Can's shoulders and let out a long sigh: "If you can't hold on any longer, come back. Huahe is a good place. Although it's not prosperous, it's suitable for living a carefree life."

Wen Can just smiled and told the old man not to worry about him.

Finally, when he turned to Ye Kong, the girl didn't say anything.

"We'll meet again in Yuzhou." Ye Kong said, smiling at him, "We'll keep in touch by phone during this time - you won't block me, right?"

"……Won't."

Wen Can looked at her, surprisingly calm, "You should also be careful, and call me if you have any problems."

Ye Kong nodded.

It was not until the car took Wen Can away that Ye Kong suddenly realized a problem: "Did we get the direction wrong? Shouldn't we go to Gaotan to go to the airport?"

Teacher Chi, who also stayed where he was, looked at the car going away and shook his head obscurely: "A-Chan never takes this road. You can go to Linshi Airport in the opposite direction."

Ye Kong tilted his head and thought for a moment with his limited common sense, frowned and said: "Won't it take several more hours?"

She looked at Teacher Chi: "Why doesn't he take this path?"

The old man did not answer, but avoided the topic and said to Ye Kong with a smile: "Eleven, do you want to have lunch here? I have prepared something very sumptuous."

“…No need, the old man is still waiting for me.”

She said goodbye to the old man politely, which was rare for her, and turned around to ride her broken three-wheeled Samsara Flower Box again.

Without the sports cars, the rich second generation, and the reporters gathered in the Flower Box, it has returned to its former gray and deserted appearance, with only the children's laughter still lingering within the wall.

Her rocking chair and tea table were placed on the still wet ground in the yard.

There is hot honey lemon water in the transparent cup.

Xiaocao squatted in the corner and weeded with a small sickle. His technique was skillful and quick, and the blade flashed whizzingly.

Xiaozhi sat with a few boys to draw and quarreled from time to time.

Ye Kong walked over absentmindedly and lay down on the rocking chair. He looked up at the sky amid the creaking noise, wondering what he was thinking.

"Your Aunt Chen said we're having barbecue today." The old man walked down from the eaves, sat down on the chair next to him, and there was another creaking sound.

After a while, he asked Ye Kong, who treated him as air, "Why don't you go with them?"

"..." Ye Kong hesitated for a moment before answering nonchalantly, "I want to meet some people."

"Meet someone? Who?"

"Evil capitalist."

The old man frowned and said, "What do you mean? Are you going to accept donations?"

"No," Ye Kong said, "I plan to build an art gallery next to it."

The old man thought he had misheard, so he scratched his ears and asked, "What? Do you mean to vacate a few rooms to make studios?"

Ye Kong: ...

She finally withdrew her gaze from the sky and looked at the old man unhappily: "Do you want to go to Gaotan to check your ears? I think you are going deaf."

"...Do you really want to see the art museum?" The old man was stunned, and then asked, "How big is it? Is it used for children to study or something? It shouldn't be big, right?"

"..." Ye Kong fell back again, looked up at the sky, and said while rocking his chair, "I want to build an art museum that can hold many high-standard art exhibitions and accommodate people from all walks of life to visit."

Amid the creaking sound of the rocking chair, the girl swayed and said lazily, "After the art museum is successful, I will build a more multifunctional art museum. It would be even better if a small shopping mall could be built to match it..."

She rambled on and on casually, making these matters that would cost huge amounts of money and countless connections sound as light as a cloud.

The old man was stunned and finally had to interrupt: "What do you want to do? Are you planning to enter the business world?"

The girl tutted, her tone not disguising her prejudice and contempt for the word "business". She was still the pure and noble immortal painter.

"I just want to build a comfortable retirement base for myself. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"...You, you want to go back to Huahe to retire? No, no... I mean, how old are you and you're already thinking about retirement?! You don't have any energy at all!"

"Shouldn't you cry and thank God for letting me think about retirement?" The girl said half dead, "Before this, I really never thought about retirement - because I didn't think I could live to old age."

“……” The old man choked.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was true, but finally said unwillingly: "Although we are in the wilderness here, it does not mean that the land here can be used casually by you. Do you know how much these plots of land cost?"

"Land?"

The girl turned her head and gave him a half-dead look, "Except for your shabby neighborhood and shabby school, almost all the land around the Flower Box belongs to me."

“I bought it when I was eighteen.”

She withdrew her gaze, picked up the honey water on the table, took a sip, and let out a decadent sigh.

"What a hassle. I should have let Qu Wu stay."

Dean Sun stared with wide eyes: ...