Chapter 85

The atmosphere became a little delicate for a moment, and the old man and the old housekeeper turned their eyes on an Ruixin.

And the source of all this is still expressionless, can not see a little guilty panic.

On the contrary, Ji Mingcheng, who just came in from the outside and was hearing the old man's words, had a twitch at his feet, and his face was distorted.

Ji Laozi's surprise and anger are not like faking. An Ruixin soon realized that something was wrong and asked tentatively: "does Ji grandfather like soup?"

"Of course, I drink soup every meal." The old man said with a serious face, and then he gave the old housekeeper a wink and asked him to testify for himself.

The old housekeeper laughed and timely echoed: "yes, the old man likes to drink soup most. Every meal needs at least two bowls of soup."

"So." An Ruixin gets the exact answer. Her lips are slightly crooked. She glances at Ji Chengze not far away.

"What's the matter? Who do you hear that I don't like soup? " Seeing an Ruixin's thoughtful face, the old man twisted his eyebrows and asked again.

"No, maybe I heard it wrong." An Ruixin shook her head with a smile, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "I thought it was strange before. You and Mr. Ji are grandsons no matter what they say. It's reasonable to say that the taste should be bad. How can one like soup, but the other doesn't..."

An Ruixin's words are not too straightforward, but how can the old man be so smart that he can't hear the meaning of an Ruixin's words?

After a moment's meditation, the old man understood the twists and turns. On the one hand, he was glad that his family's iron tree, which has not blossomed for thousands of years, would finally be enlightened. On the other hand, he felt resentful and angry that his grandson had no conscience!

I'm almost in a hurry for his life, but this guy is secretly robbing himself for soup!

The old man glared at his grandson very discontentedly and said coldly, "yes, xiao'an, you must have heard me wrong. Grandfather Ji, I like soup, but I like soup! Xiao'an specially made the soup for grandfather Ji. Grandfather Ji will drink all of them today. "

The old man emphasized all the two words. Unexpectedly, Ji Chengze gave him a cold glance.

The old man snorted coldly in his heart, as if he didn't think it was enough. He continued: "just in time, I didn't have enough to eat at noon. Now I want to drink these soup. Xiao'an, you don't mind?"

"Of course not." An Ruixin was stunned for a moment. Although she was a little confused about the old man's proposal, she still handed over the thermos bucket with a smile. "The soup is still warm. Grandfather Ji can drink it while it's hot."

The old man nodded and gave his grandson a look in his eyes. He took an Ruixin to the dining table.

Ji Chengze received the old man's eyes, and the expression on his face was a little gloomy.

As soon as the lid of the heat preservation bucket was lifted, a strong fragrance floated out, which made everyone on the scene greedy.

The old man said that not having enough is just an excuse, but now I smell the fragrance, but I really feel a little greedy.

The old man is not the only one who has such an idea. Ji Chengze smelled the fragrance and couldn't help looking at the man who stood beside him with a gentle smile. He rolled his throat.

He felt as if he was... A little hungry.