She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Why not? He's already 25. When your grandfather was as old as your third uncle, he already had your father."

No matter which family they are from, the elders love to urge marriage.

I always like to compare myself with my children.

Yan Siyu's mouth twitched: "How can this be compared?"

"Why can't we compare? You are now in your third year of high school and will be going to college soon. You will be at home less and less, and your uncle will be at home even less."

"If he can marry a wife and give me a grandson, won't I have someone to keep me company?"

Yan Siyu's eyes dimmed.

She is the only grandchild in the Yan family and the eldest daughter. She doesn't want a little child to steal her attention.

However, grandpa must not know this.

"Grandpa, don't worry about Third Uncle's affairs. Let's go in and visit Grandpa Ming."

Yan Siyu held the old man's arm and simply diverted his attention.

When they went in, Mr. Ming was drinking the chicken soup that Manshu had sent him.

The whole ward was filled with the rich smell of chicken soup.

Old Master Yan sniffed and said, "This chicken soup smells delicious. It's definitely from an authentic country hen."

"Haha... do you old man want to drink too?" When Old Ming saw Old Man Yan, he was not surprised at all that he was greedy.

When they were young, they got together and, when they were in the countryside, they once secretly caught old hens from their fellow villagers' homes.

The conditions were difficult at that time, so the two of them got a pot on the mountain and cooked chicken soup. The aroma lingered on their bodies after they drank it.

After returning to the team, he was soon discovered by the company commander and was punished to apologize to his fellow villagers.

Although the two people paid when they stole the chickens, this behavior is still bad.

Both were punished.

Others had a revolutionary friendship of carrying guns together, but they two had stolen chickens together!

"What's wrong with wanting to drink?" Old Master Yan didn't blush at all, and looked at Manshu, "Little girl, do you have more chicken soup? Pour me a bowl too!"

Manshu looked at Master Ming. The chicken soup was for Master Ming.

Naturally, he has the final say.

Old Ming said proudly: "Well, this chicken soup is for me to drink. Old Yan, if you want to drink it, go home and ask your granddaughter to make it for you!"

"Why are you so proud? She is not your granddaughter." Old Master Yan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

How could his granddaughter make chicken soup?

"Ming Lao, this chicken soup was not made by me, but by my grandmother."

Manshu interrupted.

On the other side, Yan Siyu was not very happy when she heard Master Ming comparing Manshu with herself.

She couldn't explain the old man, so she just looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, this chicken soup is too greasy. Uncle Tong said that your diet should be light."

Yan Siyu saw the chicken soup in Mr. Ming’s bowl, with a layer of yellow oil floating on it.

“What do you mean by light or not? I just want to taste it.” When it comes to light food, Mr. Yan becomes like a little child with a serious rebellious mentality.

"Little girl, pour me a bowl quickly. How can Old Man Ming finish it all by himself?"

Ming Lao was just teasing his old friend just now, so he naturally let go now: "Pour it for him, pour it for him, look at his saliva is about to drip."

What kind of delicacies have these two old men not eaten?

It was just a bowl of chicken soup, and the two of them were just fighting over it for fun.

Mingyu went to find a bowl. When Manshu poured chicken soup for Mr. Yan, he remembered that Yan Siyu had just said that his diet should be light.

So she skimmed off the top layer of oil.

She stuffed what was left in the thermos into Mingyu’s hands.

"Ming Lao, Yan Lao, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."