Chapter 1412: How Will Life Go On

Oh, Monday, there are still four days until Friday, and it’s already Monday night.

Not hard to endure, not hard to endure.

Old Master Nan’s lips curled up a bit, then he suppressed them again, and coughed lightly, “Come back if you want, this is your home, you can come back whenever you like.”

Nan Jiaojiao giggled, “Grandpa, can I bring Bo Yanching’s nieces and nephews back, and Zhenzhen too?

She hasn’t seen you for a long time, last time she asked me if you were well.

I’ll ask her to join us.”

Old Master Nan’s lips curled upwards again, harder to suppress than an AK.

He grunted, “Sure, there’s plenty of room here.”

With that, Nan Jiaojiao knew she had it under control.

Actually, Grandpa’s personality was quite easy to handle, and she knew her own influence.

She’d held back for days, worried that if she contacted Grandpa first, it would seem like she was intentionally praising Bo Yanching.

This timing was perfect, like being caught red-handed, although it was very deliberate.

“Grandpa, I’ll watch you play chess.

Adjust the camera a bit and set it up nicely.”

“Hold on, let me find a spot.”

Old Master Nan grabbed an ornament at random, placed the phone on it, and deliberately adjusted the angle, capturing only half of Bo Yanching’s shoulder in the frame.

He even forgot whose phone he was holding.

He started playing chess in all seriousness.

Previously, Bo Yanching stayed at the Nan Residence, only mentioned as Jiaojiao’s friend.

Old Master Nan found him slightly agreeable and treated him as a guest.

During that time, Bo Yanching also played chess with him, displaying decent skills.

From yesterday until today, Bo Yanching was fully committed on the chessboard, no holding back.

Of course, Old Master Nan’s chess skills were top-notch, with both sides evenly matched.

With Nan Jiaojiao watching, Old Master Nan was invigorated, truly using all his life’s chess skills.

Bo Yanching, deep in thought, discreetly maneuvered himself into a losing position, losing without a trace.

The old man beamed cheerfully, picked up the teacup, and leisurely moved the tea leaves aside with the lid, “Young man, you need more practice.”

Bo Yanching nodded slightly, “I still have much to learn from you.”

The old man glanced at him, “Yes, there’s a lot to learn.”

Bo Yanching humbly said, “You’re right.”

Old Master Nan asked Nan Jiaojiao, “Girl, still want to watch?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the time, knowing it wasn’t her grandpa’s resting time yet, “Let’s play another round.

You shouldn’t sit for too long, I’ll watch you.”

These words made Old Master Nan particularly pleased.

He even gave a provoking glance at Bo Yanching, almost like engraving “Jiaojiao values me more” on his forehead.

Bo Yanching quietly put away the black and white chess pieces, “Should I start this round or you?”

“You go first.”

“Alright.”

Bo Yanching made the first move, followed by Old Master Nan.

Soon, half the chessboard was filled.

The sound of Nan Jiaojiao munching on chips was loud, and Bo Yanching lightly glanced at her, “It’s late, eat a little less.”

“How could you say that!”

Old Master Nan immediately disagreed, “Girl eats what she wants, why!

You even control her eating so strictly, how will she live in the future!”

Bo Yanching explained, “Earlier she went for Sichuan cuisine with Brother Pei, probably all her favorites, her stomach should be quite full.

If she eats more snacks at night, she won’t digest well.

I’m not by her side, and no one will rub her stomach.”

Old Master Nan sheepishly pouted, “Is that so?”