Yu Jinwen's return made the Yu family extremely happy.

Listening to his dangerous experience makes everyone sigh.

He didn't say that it was Nan Song's parents who saved him, but that it was Qiao Leng's enemies who saved him by chance. Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were fascinated.

"It seems like I'm filming a Hollywood blockbuster."

No matter what, I'm lucky to be able to come back alive.

After hearing the news, the wives of Second Master Yu and Third Master Yu also rushed over. Seeing their lost nephew, they also cried with joy and decided to cook something delicious for Yu Jinwen to eat at noon.

When Yu Zeyu heard that his mother was going to cook, he quietly said to Yu Fanyin: "It's all our fault for giving her such false confidence that she really thinks her cooking skills are very good. Now she's going to be embarrassed."

Yu Fanyin said: "It's okay. I'll go over and watch. Don't let her cook too much, so as not to waste the ingredients."

Yu Jiahang said: "Try not to let my mother cook it. I don't want to eat dark food."

The dolls were busy trying to stop me, but Master Yu and Master Yu said, "Why are you stopping me? I don't want to let them go to the kitchen next time!"

"That's right, if you don't want to eat it, I still want to eat it. I haven't seen my wife in the kitchen for eight hundred years. I don't usually get this kind of treatment."

The whole family was laughing, and the atmosphere was as smoky as a big house.

Mrs. Yu didn't go anywhere, she just stayed in front of Yu Jinwen, looking at her grandson with great curiosity.

"I look a lot darker and have lost weight. Other than that, there are no changes."

Mr. Yu smiled and said, "My hairstyle has also changed, and I even got a tattoo on it. It's very fashionable."

Yu Jinwen raised his head and smiled brightly, like a sunny boy.

Nan Song felt a little embarrassed.

The second grade behavior belongs to the parents, and the shame belongs to oneself.

"Let me see."

Mrs. Yu walked to the other side, carefully observed the pattern on Yu Jinwen's head, and squinted her eyes, "I'm so dazzled, Xiaohang, please bring my reading glasses."

"Hey, here." Yu Jiahang's legs were very diligent and he quickly handed over the reading glasses.

The old lady put on her reading glasses, placed them on the bridge of her nose, and lowered her head slightly, "Well, this pattern is quite unique, and it looks better than the little tiger painted on the head of the grandson of Lao Wang's family next door."

Yu Zeyu was laughing next to him, "Grandma, didn't you see that this is a Chinese character?"

"Is it a word? What word is it?"

The old lady didn't seem to notice.

Yu Zeyu added: "It's the word 'praise'."

"Ode? Which ode?" the old lady asked again.

Yu Zeyu: "The song of Nansong."

"Oh, it's true."

The old lady suddenly realized, "Your brother has carved Xiao Song's name on his head."

"No."

Yu Zeyu said: "They were still holding hands when they entered the house. I thought Sister Nan had found a new partner. That scared me..."

Yu Jiahang came over and said, "It's true! The hold was so tight, it scared me a lot."

"..."

Nan Song listened to the cross talk for a long time and knew halfway through that it was for her. When he thought about it, he actually held Yu Jinwen's hand all the way.

I didn't feel it at the time, but now that I had calmed down, I felt that my palms were burning hot and it spread all the way to my face.

"Um...I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

She ran away.
Chapter completed!