Chapter 1685
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Ye Qianqian's smile deepened as she replied, "Grandpa, I'm happy."
Ye Zhenhua didn't say anything when he saw that. He turned into the kitchen to cook.
She didn't know what Shen Zhilie was doing outside, but Ye Qianqian couldn't find him.
In the end, Shen Zhilie came out on his own with a bag in his hand.
The black bag looked like it belonged to her.
"What's this?"
"Something."
"Nonsense!" Ye Qianqian rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. She reached for it and quickly fished out a passport.
She rummaged through it, but before she could take anything out, Shen Zhilie stopped her and said, "Stop looking. Go and help your father."
"I can't help. You go."
"Lazy woman." Shen Zhilie shoved the bag at her and turned to walk to the kitchen.
Ye Qianqian made a face at him and immediately went into the room with the bag. She started rummaging through it.
In the end, she found a pile of documents and a mess of certificates.
Some of the names were so obscure that Ye Qianqian couldn't even understand them.
She had no choice but to stuff everything back into the bag. Then, she collapsed on the bed and played with her phone.
She went on Baidu and found a bunch of travel guides for Venice. From accommodation to sightseeing, Ye Qianqian found everything.
Ye Zhenhua quickly finished cooking, but Ye Qianqian was still playing with her phone.
When she went out, Shen Zhilie was wearing an apron, and Ye Zhenhua was responsible for bringing the dishes out.
When Ye Qianqian saw that, she had a bad feeling about this. She asked, "Could it be that today's dishes were made by Shen Zhilie?"
When Ye Zhenhua heard that, he smiled and praised, "You don't say. Your little boyfriend's cooking is really good. It looks, smells, and tastes good. Just from the looks alone, he's much better than your father's."
"No matter how good he is, he can't eat it every day!" Ye Qianqian's face fell. She put her phone away and went forward to look around. She quickly perked up and said, "These must be made by Dad."
Ye Zhenhua nodded. "I made them. You're already cooked."
"Of course." Ye Qianqian wanted to sit down as she spoke, but Shen Zhilie quickly stopped her and said, "Go wash your hands."
Ye Qianqian pouted unhappily but quickly headed for the kitchen.
After she washed her hands, she realized that Shen Zhilie had put in a lot of effort that day.
The taste and appearance were more than twice as good as usual.
Ye Qianqian noticed the small difference and glanced at Shen Zhilie.
Shen Zhilie raised his eyebrows proudly and asked, "What do you think?"
"Not bad, not bad." It had been a long time since Ye Qianqian made fun of him. "You can try something new in the future."
"Alright."
Ye Zhenhua glanced at them and chuckled. He then began to chat with Shen Zhilie.
As he talked, he went on and on about Chiang Kai-shek during the Republic of China period …
Ye Qianqian was bored out of her mind. After dinner, she chased them away from the table and went to wash the dishes.
After washing the dishes, Ye Qianqian mopped the floor and cleaned the living room and kitchen.
More than two hours had passed, and the two fellows still hadn't finished talking.
Ye Qianqian took a shower and returned to her room to play with her cell phone. In her boredom, she began to watch television.
Just like that, he lost track of time. It was around one in the morning when he felt sleepy.
When he got out of bed and went out, it was already dark outside.
His footsteps were light, and he could vaguely see a spark at the foot of the sofa. It was a mosquito coil.
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