Chapter 838: Where's That Boy Named Bo

Elder Lu raised an eyebrow: “I’m afraid I can’t sit in your spot, or my old buddy will get upset with me.”

Nan Jiaojiao knew he was joking, “No, it’s fine.

You can sit here and chat with Grandpa, I’ll go get some food.”

Elder Nan was displeased, “Why give up your seat for him?

Once he gives the gifts, he should leave.

Whatever you want to eat, let Xiao Qiu get it.

The ground is slippery with ice, don’t walk around recklessly.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be right back.”

Nan Jiaojiao coaxed him a bit, and Elder Nan was pleased, yet still uneasy about her going alone, so he sent two servants with her.

Nan Jiaojiao generally knew where all the food was, and she also went to the kitchen for some marinated snacks.

Unable to carry everything herself, she asked someone to help, and meanwhile, had a small table brought over.

Nan Jiaojiao put the food she wanted on the grill, the small stove slowly heating it up.

She sat by the table, peeling some marinated peanuts, not eating herself first, but peeled a plate and placed it on the low table between the two elders.

“Does the kitchen still have this?” Elder Lu asked.

Nan Jiaojiao replied, “It’s really good, Grandpa Lu, try some.”

Elder Lu picked up a peanut and slowly chewed it, “You two really know how to eat.

Is there any marinated beef?

Give Grandpa a couple of slices.”

“Sure.” Nan Jiaojiao turned to fetch it.

However, before the beef could reach Elder Lu, it was intercepted by Elder Nan, along with the plate of peanuts.

“What kind of status do you have, ordering my granddaughter around?

I’ve never been willing to boss her around, and you have the nerve!”

Elder Lu wasn’t surprised.

Back when Nan Jiaojiao was little, he had often plotted to snatch her away, only to be caught red-handed by Old Man Nan every time.

Every year he’d see him act stubborn, wouldn’t even give him a seat before shooing him away.

In his heyday, Elder Lu had some pride, and wouldn’t come if he wasn’t welcome.

But he simply couldn’t resist the good prospect Nan Jiaojiao represented, so he shamelessly returned.

Over the years, he’s figured out Elder Nan’s temper.

He’s just an old child; a little coaxing does the trick.

“Aren’t I here spoiling Jiaojiao like my granddaughter?

I didn’t come empty-handed; go see for yourself, I brought a truck full of jewelry.”

Elder Nan’s expression softened slightly, yet he still huffed through his nose, “Just one truck?

Have some humility!”

Elder Lu chuckled, lazily reclining, fingers tapping the armrest.

Out of nowhere, he produced a radio, fiddled with it, and soon, the sound of traditional opera filled the room.

“Listen to this, old songs sung anew.

One of my apprentices knows my taste and recommended a rising star.

The young singer’s voice is exceptional; hey, I remember you like this too.

Haven’t heard any good prospects from you in years, haven’t seen you listen much either.”

Elder Nan was initially ready to retort, but Elder Lu was sly, playing opera.

How could one criticize the national treasure?

Elder Nan didn’t bicker with him, concentrating on the opera.

He didn’t even notice when the peanuts and beef disappeared.

Elder Lu turned back and winked at Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao smiled, sitting aside eating her food.

The small persimmon on the stove burst open; she used tweezers to pick it up, juggling it in her hands before peeling it once it cooled slightly.

With the opera pausing, there were a few moments of silence.

Elder Lu suddenly remembered something and asked her directly, “Jiaojiao, did you come back alone?

Where’s that boy surnamed Bo?”

“Cough—”

Nan Jiaojiao took too big of a bite, the persimmon flesh sliding from her tongue into her throat, making her face turn red from choking.