Chapter 299 — Better to Eat Instant Noodles?
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"Braggart..." Guan Xin couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. Who on earth was this immodest? Weren't an outstanding young man and a promising youth much the same thing? Truly, the old woman selling melons praising her own melons—singing his own praises.
"Little Yi, you and Xinxin know each other?" Guan Xuewen had worried his granddaughter might resist the idea, but one look at her expression told him the gist of it—and from the looks of things, the two had known each other for some time. He had been worrying over nothing!
"We know each other. We just met today," Wei Zhao said with a nod.
"Oh? Just met today? Then you must already be quite close!" Hearing Wei Zhao's words, Guan Xuewen said, "That saves me the introductions. Since you and Xinxin know each other, so much the easier—no need for all that. Let's eat at once! This old man has been hungry for ages! I usually eat early every day, but today I waited especially for you until now!"
"Ha... good! Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Wei Zhao smiled and looked at Guan Xin. "What a coincidence—so tonight I'm to taste your cooking..."
"Ah!" Guan Xin gave a start and, plate of mustard fish in hand, made to flee back to the kitchen. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought the outstanding young man her grandfather spoke of would be Wei Zhao. Had she known earlier, why would she have made these bizarre-tasting dishes? Had she known earlier, she would surely have prepared with all her heart, done everything in her power for this dinner...
Guan Xin began to regret it. If Wei Zhao ate the "grand feast" she had prepared, he would probably never come again. What was she to do now? At the thought, Guan Xin wanted to dump all the dishes on the table and start over...
"Xinxin, where are you off to? Why are you taking the fish away? Sweet-and-sour fish is Grandpa's favorite—bring it back, I can't wait any longer!" Guan Xuewen waved his hand at Guan Xin.
"I... I'm just going to recook it... yes, these dishes have all gone cold, I'll recook them all..." Guan Xin said, already reaching for the other dishes on the table... Never mind, I'll take them to the kitchen, dump them out, and make them over. There's still some ingredients left; I'll manage whatever I can.
"Recook? Recook what? They're not cold at all—they're still steaming! Stop this nonsense and put them down!" Guan Xuewen was utterly baffled by Guan Xin. What on earth was she doing?
"Ah... oh..." There was nothing Guan Xin could do. Reluctantly, she set the plate and the sweet-and-sour fish back on the table.
"There we go, Xinxin, sit down and eat with us!" Guan Xuewen couldn't wait to open a bottle of Moutai; he poured a glass for Wei Zhao, then one for himself.
"This... all right." Guan Xin was unwilling, but she had no way out, so she sat down with a sour, worried face.
"Ha... I've long heard Grandpa Guan say your cooking is excellent. Just looking at the color of these dishes makes my mouth water. Let me taste how they are." Wei Zhao smiled and picked up his chopsticks.
"Ah... um... Grandpa, I have a great idea—how about we have instant noodles? Noodles with liquor, they taste wonderful together, don't they? What do you think?" Guan Xin suddenly stood up. "I haven't had them in ages. Instant noodles are delicious. Let's dump all these dishes out, shall we?"
"Xinxin!" Guan Xuewen was a little angry. Why had his granddaughter turned so strange ever since she set eyes on Wei Zhao? Could it be that things between the two of them were not as he had imagined—that Guan Xin was fond of Wei Zhao—but that there was some friction instead? Otherwise, why would she want to dump out the dishes one moment and eat instant noodles the next?