The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

Chapter 114 – If his grandson was too useless, then he would just have her be his adopted granddaughter.
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Recalling the aroma earlier that could grip one’s heart, Wen Rugui’s pace hastened.

As soon as he walked inside the yard, a domineering aroma came from inside the house.
His heart shook and he hurried up inside the house.

As soon as he had entered the house, he saw Old Mr.
Wen chowing down on the pickled cabbage and fish.
As he ate, he even said, “Xiao Zong.
This is so delicious! I have never had fish this tender in my entire life!”

“Lao Jiang’s cooking was nothing but dog poop when compared to this girl’s cooking!

“Xiao Zong, you had quite a few already.
I don’t think you should have more.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Uncle Zong put down his chopsticks reluctantly.
This was the first time he had a hint of resentment toward his Commander.

The pickled cabbage and fish was too delicious.
The fish was so tender.
And, along with the red peppers, the sour and spicy taste was unrivaled.

He had never had fish this delicious in his entire life.
How could Commander be so stingy?

When Wen Rugui walked over, he said with displeasure in his voice, “Grandpa, why didn’t you wait for me before you started?”

Old Mr.
Wen rolled his eyes.
“I’m already 70 years old and I can’t be starved.
So what if I started without you.
Are you asking a 70-year-old man to wait for you to come home before he can eat his lunch? How unconscientious of you!”

Wen Rugui, “…….”

I didn’t see you saying that you are 70 years old when you pretended to be ill and snacked.

Old Mr.
Wen hrumped again.
“Besides, you ate the fish that Lao Jiang made for me last time and I ate the fish made by Miss Young Grass this time.
That’s called tit for tat.”

Wen Rugui, “…………”

Wen Rugui felt the urge to cuss for the very first time in his life.
What bull crap tit for tat?!

Nevertheless, this was no time for bantering.
If he didn’t hurry up and start soon, Old Mr.
Wen would polish off the pickled cabbage and fish.

Wen Rugui quickly sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and trawled the plate.
All he got was pickled cabbage.
He tried again.
Still only pickled cabbage.

He was worried.
Was there no fish left?

Not wanting to believe that was the case, he tried one more time.
All there was left on the large plate was a few strands of pickled cabbage and some hot peppers.

“Grandpa, you didn’t even leave me with one piece?”

A hint of guilt crossed Old Mr.
Wen’s eyes, but just a hint.

“Is it all gone? Oh, Xiao Zong must have eaten them all.”

Uncle Zong, who ate a total of three bites, “……”

Sad and speechless, Wen Rugui said, “Grandpa, the doctor had said that you shouldn’t be having anything spicy.”

Old Mr.
Wen waved his hand.
“My health is fine.
Besides, this girl is so thoughtful.
She put barely any hot pepper in, knowing that I can’t have anything spicy.”

Wen Rugui, “……”

She wasn’t thoughtful because of you.

After an entire bowl of rice, Old Mr.
Wen finally couldn’t eat anymore.
“You can have the rest of the pickled cabbage.”

Wen Rugui, “……”

Why thank you so much.

Leading back into his chair, Old Mr.
Wen had a very contented look on him.
“That fish filet was so amazing.
It was so smooth in my mouth.
I consider myself half a taotie but, all these years of having fish, none of them was as good as what I’ve had today!”

Wen Rugui, “…………”

Grandpa, did you do that purposefully or purposefully or purposefully?

Old Mr.
Wen asked, “Rugui, Xiao Zong told me that the girl’s surname is Tong.
Which Tong [character] is it? Which family is she from? How did you two meet?”

Wen Rugui remained silent as he quietly ate the pickled cabbage.

His dull look annoyed Old Mr.
Wen.
“Fine, don’t tell me anything.
But I am going to tell you right now.
She’s pretty and a good cook.
You better watch out.
If she is not interested in you, I am going to have her be my adopted granddaughter!”

He would not let a girl who could cook so well benefit another family.

If his grandson was too useless, then he would just have her be his adopted granddaughter.

Wen Rugui, “……”