Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

  The atmosphere became a little more subtle for a while, and the old man and the old butler unanimously turned their eyes to An Ruixin.

  The source of all this is still expressionless, and there is no half-hearted panic.

  On the contrary, Ji Mingcheng, who had just walked in from the outside and heard the old man’s words, paused and twitched the corners of his mouth.

  The surprise and annoyance on the face of Master Ji are not fake, An Ruixin quickly realized something was wrong, and tentatively asked: "Does Grandpa Ji like to drink soup?"

   "Of course, I drink soup every meal." The old man said with a serious face, and after he said he winked at the old butler beside him, asking him to testify for himself.

  The old butler smiled, and timely echoed: "Yes, the old lady likes soup the most. You have to drink at least two bowls of soup for each meal."

   "That's it." An Ruixin got the exact answer, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she glanced at Ji Chengze not far away with a smile.

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

"No, I might have heard it wrong." An Ruixin smiled and shook her head, squinting her eyes meaningfully, "I thought it was strange before, you and Mr. Ji are also grandfathers and grandchildren anyway, and logically speaking, the taste should be It’s wrong, why one likes soup but the other doesn’t..."

  An Ruixin’s words are not too straightforward, but what a shrewd old man, how can he not hear the meaning of An Ruixin’s words?

  After thinking about it for a while, the old man understood the twists and turns. While rejoicing in his heart that his own iron tree that hadn’t bloomed for 10,000 years finally had a day of resuscitation, he felt resentful and angry with his grandson’s conscience!

  He was here for his life-long event and almost turned his head, but this guy secretly grabbed soup with himself!

The old man gave his grandson a very dissatisfied look, and snorted coldly: "Yes, it must be Xiao An, you heard it wrong, Grandpa Ji, I like soup, I like soup! Xiao An deliberately stewed the soup for Grandpa Ji. Grandpa Ji must drink all of them today."

  The old man emphatically emphasized all the two words, and as expected, he saw Ji Chengze glance at him coldly.

  The old man snorted coldly in his heart, as if he was still not enough, and continued: "It just so happens that I didn't eat much at noon, so I want to drink these soups now, Xiaoan, you shouldn't mind?"

   "Of course not." An Ruixin was taken aback. Although she was inexplicable about the old man's proposal, she smiled and passed the thermos barrel in her hand, "The soup is still warm, and Grandpa Ji can drink it while it is hot."

  The old man nodded, gave his grandson triumphantly, and walked to the dining table with An Ruixin.

  Ji Chengze received this look from the old man, and the expression on his face instantly became gloomy.

  As soon as the lid of the thermos barrel was lifted, a strong fragrance floated out, making everyone on the scene move.

  The old man said that not eating enough was just an excuse, but now he smelled the scent, but he really felt a little greedy.

  It’s not just the old man who has this kind of thought. Ji Chengze smelled the scent and couldn't help but glanced at the person who was standing beside him with a gentle smile, his throat rolled slightly unchecked.

  He felt like he was...a little hungry.