Chapter 2141: Love Between Sichuan and Rong (22)

Mu Tangchuan turned his head to look at her, but soon retracted his gaze.

"I think they are a pair of lively treasures. They look in good spirits and don't look like their age."

"Because they are always in this state of mind, and grandpa and grandma often go to the mountains. The air in the countryside is good, and people live in a relatively comfortable environment. So, this is a good way to maintain a mentality."

Although Zhuang Shurong doesn't often live in the countryside, she occasionally envies the short life in the countryside, but it's not as convenient as in the city.

In fact, living in harmony with the world is more suitable for the description of the life of the old couple of the Zhuang family.

"That's right. Actually, I didn't quite understand why grandpa and grandma didn't want to live in the city before, but now I understand it when I see how they live. Grandma said that she still prefers to live alone with grandpa. When I was young, she was still thinking about taking care of me. Now I am sensible and grandpa has retired, so she wants to go back to the countryside with grandpa."

"Grandma seems to have a special liking for life in the countryside?"

"Grandma has been to the countryside and came from the countryside. She said she has feelings for the mountains."

Zhuang Shurong smiled helplessly, "She often instilled this kind of yearning in grandpa, so grandpa probably wanted to make up for her grievances over the years, so he agreed to her."

As the two talked, the sound of the old couple arguing came from the kitchen.

"I said that I put too much salt, and I will have to add soy sauce later, which will be busy! You still don't believe it!"

Grandpa Zhuang's voice was dissatisfied.

"Just add a little water when you're free. You're such a talker, telling me how to do it all day long. If you have the ability, do it yourself!"

Mrs. Zhuang was not to be outdone in her voice. "I look down on people like you the most. You can't do it yourself, but you like to point fingers. It's as if you're the only one in the world who can cook. I can do whatever I want. Get out and don't bother me."

"What do you mean by bothering you? Without my guidance, your cooking skills are good enough, but practice also depends on theoretical guidance. Don't you understand this?"

Mr. Zhuang was full of dissatisfaction. "You are a good person, but you have a bad temper and are not humble. When others point out your shortcomings, you should accept them with an open mind. Be a role model..."

"Be a role model! Be a role model. I want you to be so talkative. Get out!"

Mrs. Zhuang's impatient voice came, followed by a slapping sound. Before Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong could react, Mr. Zhuang had been pushed out of the kitchen by his old wife.

'Bang! ’

The door closed. Mr. Zhuang turned around and saw the two children looking at him. There seemed to be some embarrassment on his old face. He coughed lightly and said, "Well, your grandma is not modest. She is still angry with me for not giving her a hand in mahjong last night. Ignore her. Let's continue drinking tea. Continue drinking tea."

Hearing Mr. Zhuang's explanation, Zhuang Shurong, who knew what was going on, pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, but was swept by Mr. Zhuang's cold eyes and could only stop laughing.

Mu Tangchuan poured tea for Mr. Zhuang calmly.

"Grandpa, you and grandma haven't changed after so many years. You play and fight like playing house, and you have lived your whole life like this. It feels magical."

"Yes, not everyone has the same tolerance as your grandpa. I didn't argue with your grandma, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to live with her. She is not modest and arrogant. The worst soldiers I have ever led are not as arrogant as her. If she weren't his wife, I would have changed her long ago."

Grandpa Zhuang was not polite at all.

But Zhuang Shurong knew very well that the old man did have feelings for grandma.

A few years ago, when she went back to the countryside for the holidays, grandma had a high fever in the middle of the night. Grandpa must have carried her on his back for several kilometers on the mountain road and anxiously sent her to the clinic. He also comforted grandma along the way, and his tone was like coaxing a little girl.

At that time, Zhuang Shurong realized that grandpa had deep feelings for grandma, but he was a bit rude and liked to say some harsh words. Zhuang Shurong was quite helpless, but since they were used to it, they felt happy.

"Okay, okay! Grandpa, grandma is willful and ignorant, you just need to be more tolerant, you are the boss, you will never bother with her, right?"

"Yes, yes, don't bother with her, just bear with it."

At this time, Grandpa Zhuang was relieved.

Maybe it was because he was used to giving orders before, Grandpa Zhuang insisted on his own correctness, and he had to figure out a reason and make it clear before he would stop.

In this regard, Zhuang Shurong was actually quite similar to him.

Dinner was quickly prepared. It was a very authentic home-cooked dish with good color, fragrance and taste. When Zhuang Shurong saw it on the table, she felt hungry and ate two bowls of rice without hesitation. For her who always had a small appetite, this surprised Mu Tangchuan a little.

But to be honest, the cooking skills of this old lady Zhuang are really good.

After dinner, several people gathered around the stove to warm themselves for a while. From time to time, firecrackers could be heard outside, and the air was filled with the flavor of the New Year.

Several people were in a good mood and chatted about the New Year. Of course, they were accompanied by the bodyguard Awen and others who came with them.

The house was actually quite large, with eight or nine rooms of various sizes. Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong's rooms were next to each other, and they could see the balcony next door when they left the balcony.

Mu Tangchuan took a comfortable bath and walked to the balcony when he heard the sound of fireworks outside.

Sure enough, in the night sky outside the balcony, fireworks were breaking through the cold air, blooming in the swirling wind and rain.

"Country people are used to welcoming the New Year in time after twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve. Therefore, the time is almost here, it will be very lively outside, and there will be continuous dramas in the town tomorrow morning. This is their favorite show. Also, tomorrow morning I can still rush to send New Year greetings and ask for red envelopes, but right now, the children are so excited that they can’t sleep.”

As soon as Mu Tangchuan stood at the guardrail, Zhuang Shurong's voice came from behind him. Mu Tangchuan quickly turned around and saw that Zhuang Shurong was already standing behind him, holding a lot of wrapped red envelopes in his hand.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Mu Tangchuan asked, seeing that she had changed into soft home clothes.

"It can't be that fast. We have to say New Year's greetings later. Here are the sealed red envelopes. Someone will come over early tomorrow morning to say New Year's greetings. Give one to the children when they see them. Do you understand?"

Zhuang Shurong said and handed the thick stack of red envelopes to Mu Tangchuan.