Chapter 67

Jiang shaoxun's indifferent attitude: "so what? What if not? "

Who knows that things will be so coincidental, the woman who falsely accuses Miyazawa of being a salty pig hand is Changhuan's friend.

Jiang shaoxun's attitude angered Jiang Zhenhai. When he got angry, Jiang Zhenhai turned blue and his breath became extremely unstable. He leaned on his crutch and pounded hard on the ground: "what's your attitude? Is it too long to go home and forget your last name? "

Changhuan in the kitchen doesn't want to get involved, but master Jiang's voice still comes into the kitchen. When she hears master Jiang's words, she frowns and frowns. Has Jiang shaoxun not been home for a long time?

The housekeeper who accompanied Jiang Zhenhai couldn't help but persuade him: "young master, don't say a few words. The master is not in good health."

Jiang shaoxun said coldly: "if you are not well, you should have a good rest at home. If you come all the way here to find fault, I think you can fight for another 30 years!"

Jiang Zhenhai immediately turned back: "you son of a bitch, dare to tease your grandfather!"

The housekeeper was worried. If the young master didn't come home for many years, how could he come here in person? He still used the excuse of master Gong.

Jiang shaoxun was not afraid at all. He raised his eyebrows and said, "since you are old, you should go fishing and raise birds. Don't worry about the younger generation."

Jiang Zhenhai recognized Jiang shaoxun's words. He pointed to Jiang shaoxun and coughed violently. He couldn't say a word.

Changhuan hears the old man's heartrending cough, and is surprised in the kitchen. He is surprised that Jiang shaoxun will talk to his grandfather like this, and he is even more surprised at the relationship between them.

Fearing that Jiang shaoxun's temperament would make him angry and ill, she quickly made a cup of tea and took it.

Chang Huan walked over and said to the old man sweetly, "old man, young master, when the tea is ready, how about sitting down and having a cup of tea? My tea is delicious. "

Her sweet voice was like a spring breeze, which dispersed the smoke in the air. Even Jiang shaoxun's tight face softened a lot.

Chang Huan helped Mr. Jiang sit down on his own and said, "Mr. Jiang, I'll help you to sit down."

Jiang shaoxun looks at Changhuan's back. He really doesn't want his grandfather to come in, so he always stands at the door. But Changhuan's appearance makes him break his own persistence. Just do what his little woman wants.

Jiang Zhenhai is helped to the sofa by Chang Huan. Chang Huan also makes two cups of tea skillfully, one for Mr. Jiang and the other for Jiang shaoxun.

Jiang shaoxun takes a sip of the tea that Chang Huan makes for her. The sweet and bitter taste seeps into her throat, and then gradually becomes fragrant. Not to mention, Chang Huan's tea making skills are really good. I don't know if it's for the role to learn.

It's the first time that Jiang shaoxun drinks Changhuan's tea. He is not happy when he thinks that it's not Changhuan's tea.

After making the tea, Chang Huan saw that the atmosphere between him and his grandson had eased a little, so he returned to the kitchen slowly with a smile.

Jiang Zhenhai was not good at words, and Jiang shaoxun didn't want to say anything. They just sat there.

After a long time, Jiang Zhenhai pulled down his old face and asked, "grandfather doesn't shout, and he still resents him for that?"

Jiang shaoxun's deep eyes blinked slightly, but only a short period of stagnation, he returned to normal.

The lazy smile on his lips seemed to be a bit naughty. Instead of answering this question, he said, "the tea that other girls have worked so hard to make for you is not good to drink when it's cold."

Jiang Zhenhai just looked at the rich tea on the table. Thinking of Changhuan's small face, he said, "you can play outside. I don't allow you to take such a girl home."

Jiang shaoxun just a cold thin smile, did not answer.

The voice in the living room clearly spread to Changhuan's ears. She gave a sour smile and let her spirit up. Anyway, she was not going to marry Jiang shaoxun. It's nothing to be sad about.

But at the thought that someone would wash his hands and make soup for Jiang shaoxun, give him a baby, and take him to the playground with him, Chang Huan's heart began to ache again.

The soup bowl in his hand was not firmly grasped, and fell to the ground with a bang. The boiling hot soup poured on the back of Changhuan's white hand, and instantly burned out a layer of pink.

Changhuan doesn't care about the pain of being scalded, and is in a hurry to clean up the mess on the ground.

Jiang shaoxun dropped the cup, got up and walked into the kitchen quickly: "what's the matter? Did you hurt anything? "

Changhuan see his anxious and worried look, very frustrated nose acid, don't be so good to her, in case she fell into his gentle circle can't come out, wait for one day to know that he and other girls together, what will she do?

What is she going to do

Chang Huan was stunned. How could she feel like she was in love with Jiang shaoxun?

No... no, he must have given her a lot of help to get her out of all kinds of difficulties, and she mistook this gratitude for liking it.

However, she did not dare to like anyone, and she did not want to try again.

Changhuan's hand was held by a big hand. She looked up and saw Jiang shaoxun holding her hand under the tap. Then she turned on the water pipe and let the cold water wash down and pour it on her scalded area. Immediately, the heat on her palm slowed down a lot.

"Are you stupid? Are scalded also clean up these, this if the hand left scar how to do? If you don't love me, I will. "

Chang Huan lowers his head. His blame is like a husband's concern for his wife.

Jiang shaoxun can always say these words unconsciously. Maybe these words are just casual for him, but for her, they have different meanings. She can't help thinking.

"Didn't you promise that I won't hurt myself again?" Jiang shaoxun painfully looked at the red in her hand, "forget it, don't touch these in the future, let the servant cook."

Chang Huan's eyes were clear, and she gave a playful smile: "I'm a servant, aren't I?"

Jiang shaoxun stretched out his finger and flicked Changhuan's forehead gently: "look for a fight."

Chang Huan covers his forehead, which is exactly what he said.

Palm in the cold water, she saw Jiang shaoxun bend his knees, for her to clean up a mess, she even busy way: "fourth brother, or I come, you go out... Accompany your grandfather, he is still outside."

She is a "servant" and he is standing in the kitchen. The old man will think more.

"Just stand still."

Jiang shaoxun glared at her, not only throwing the broken chopsticks into the garbage can, but also cleaning the soup on the floor.

Chang Huan thought that a young man like Jiang shaoxun would not do these things, but this time, what he did made his original image break a little

She pressed her heart and couldn't let her heart sink into the gentleness given by Jiang shaoxun.

Changhuan's little hand flushed under cold water for a while, after smearing some scald ointment, it didn't hurt so much: "fourth brother, you can have dinner with your grandfather, I'll go upstairs to have a rest."

"Eat together." Jiang shaoxun went out with Chang Huan's dishes. He told his grandfather that it was one thing that she was a servant, and it was another thing to eat. How could he be willing to starve her.

Jiang shaoxun see Changhuan still pestle in the kitchen, just take Changhuan to the dining table, press her on the chair.

Chang Huan is on pins and needles. Seeing that Jiang shaoxun has only two bowls of soup, she guesses that the relationship between Jiang shaoxun and his grandfather is not good, but she doesn't expect it to be so bad.

Chang Huan quickly stood up, walked to the living room with a smile on his face, stood in front of Mr. Jiang, and gently advised him: "Mr. Jiang, when the meal is ready, please have some..."

I thought Mr. Jiang would appreciate it, but the old man waved his hand childishly: "don't eat."

And... It's hard to serve.

Chang Huan tried his best, with a sweet smile on his face: "old man, I didn't hear the doorbell in the kitchen at that time. Don't be angry, OK? Although I can't cook as much as the chef, it won't be too bad. My young master said you came all the way here. It's noon. If you don't eat, you will be hungry. If you are hungry, you should worry about it again... "

Jiang shaoxun heard Chang Huan call him "my young master" in the restaurant. He gently picked his lips.

"Besides, if you want to scold the young master, you have to have enough to scold, right?"

Jiang shaoxun immediately smashed his chopsticks on the table: "Nie Changhuan, where do you turn your arm?"

Changhuan's forehead is dripping with cold sweat. It's good for her to hide in the room. Why should she get involved with this grandson? Don't offend Jiang shaoxun's grandfather at that time, but also annoy Nu Jiang shaoxun.

She had an idea and said, "it's not the same where I turn. You and the old man are not all family?"

When Jiang shaoxun heard this sentence, how could he not guess what Changhuan wanted to do? His eyes were light and deep, and his tone was cold: "Nie Changhuan, don't worry."

The smile on Changhuan's face is a little too hard to hang up. She feels like a joke.

How nice it is to pretend that she can't see or know anything. Why does she have to talk so much.

But the feelings between Jiang shaoxun and his grandfather are different from those of her family. She can see that Jiang shaoxun hasn't been home for a long time, so he came all the way to see him.

Maybe master Jiang's way is wrong, which makes Jiang shaoxun so resistant. Her family is not harmonious enough, so she doesn't want to see the family of people around her not harmonious.

Since he was a child, didiao has no father's love, no grandfather or grandmother. Jiang shaoxun's grandfather is here. Why should he be so stubborn?

What about an extra bowl of soup?

What's wrong with sitting together for a meal?

Changhuan can't help but her eyes are slightly sour. She looks back at Jiang shaoxun. She doesn't say anything, but Jiang shaoxun seems to have seen through all her thoughts.

Jiang shaoxun pressed his forehead, compromise way: "eat."

Chang Huan then showed a smile, she supported the master Jiang: "master, the young master called you to eat, you give him a face."