LETTING LOOSE AFTER MARRYING A TYCOON

Chapter 76-80

Chapter 76: Grandpa Likes Girls who Could Eat

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ci Bao!

What kind of adoring way to address me is this?

Song Ci's heart was shot again.

Blushing, she went to the kitchen to get a vegetable basket and a fruit basket. Han Aoyu was somewhat surprised to hear the special way his grandson addressed Song Ci. He didn't expect this boring guy to have such a romantic side.

Not only did Old Master bring grapes, he also brought along lotus seed heads and plums. He had planted all of them himself.

Song Ci's parents were orphans, and they didn't have any relatives. Although Song Ci and Song Fei didn't lack love, they didn't enjoy love from their grandparents either, so she was slightly envious of Han Zhan.

Song Ci washed the fruits and placed them on the coffee table. "Brother, accompany Grandpa. I will go and cook." It was Old Master Han's first visit and Song Ci was embarrassed to drag Han Zhan along to cook.

Han Zhan was a meticulous person. He chose a few grapes from the basket and said to Han Aoyu, "Grandpa, I'm going to help Song Ci cook."

Han Aoyu waved nonchalantly. "Go ahead."

Han Zhan entered the kitchen and stuffed a big ripe grape into Song Ci's mouth, and she held it in her mouth. "How sweet."

Han Zhan stared at her lips stained with grape juice. Thinking of something else, his gaze deepened. "Mmm, it's quite sweet."

Now that Old Master was here, Song Ci felt that she should add a few more dishes. However, Han Zhan said that there was no need to be extravagant—just the right amount would do. "My grandfather hates wasting the most, you can just prepare a sufficient amount."

Hearing Han Zhan's words, Song Ci also felt that he was thinking more considerately and followed the original menu. Han Zhan saw that Song Ci had cut all the vegetables and stir-fried three dishes. He put on his apron and said to Song Ci, "I will stir-fry the rest of the dishes. Help me tie the knot."

"Okay."

Song Ci stood behind Han Zhan and helped him tie his apron. Han Zhan suddenly asked her, "How is your body? Are you feeling better?"

Startled, Song Ci hurriedly turned back to look at the living room. She only relaxed when saw that Old Master was talking to Yan Jiang and wasn't paying attention to them. "I feel better." Song Ci's voice was exceptionally soft, afraid of being overheard.

"Mmm."

Han Zhan turned on the fire, picked up the spatula, and said, "You go rest, I'll cook the rest."

Song Ci leaned against him and said very obediently, "I prefer to watch you cook. Brother Han looks so good when you're cooking." Song Ci was the best at sucking up to him.

How could Han Zhan not know what Song Ci was afraid of? He smiled helplessly at her. "My grandfather isn't scary."

"He looks quite scary to me, especially when he opened the door and saw me alone with Yan Jiang. That gaze..." Song Ci stuck out her tongue and said fearfully," Luckily you came back. Otherwise..."

Han Zhan found it funny.

He held the spatula in his left hand and stroked Song Ci's head with his gloved right. "Then stay here."