Chen Che's face stiffened as he looked sadly at the old man who had walked over.
"Grandpa, how could you say that about your own grandson, huh?"
It was old Mr. Chen who walked over. Under Qin Yi's meticulous care, old Mr. Chen had recovered particularly quickly.
There were no girls at home, and as Qin Yi and old Mr. Chen got along, their relationship was great.. Even Chen Che and Yun Huan were ranked behind her.
At this moment, old Mr. Chen was wearing the Tang costume that Qin Yi had found for him. He looked alert and energetic but was glaring at Chen Che with rage.
"What's so good about you? You're not cute at all. Yiyi was right, you're still a single dog after so many years. I'm getting anxious for you."
Old Mr. Chen looked disdainfully at his grandson, but when his gaze turned to Qin Yi, it became much gentler and loving.
"Yiyi ah, are you hungry? We have butterfly fruits today. Grandpa will make juice for you to drink later."
Qin Yi smiled and quickly asked old Mr. Chen to sit down. He had been recovering well these days, but with his age, his foundation had already been affected.
"Sure, I love juices. I don't know why, but Grandfather Chen's juice is the best," Qin Yi smiled and looked like an obedient child.
In the past, she had lived with her grandmother, so coaxing the elderly was a relatively simple skill for her.
Old Mr. Chen was overjoyed when he heard this and laughed hard.
Chen Che's jaw was about to drop when he saw this scene. Damn, was this still the stern old general in their family? Had he been so busy that he was hallucinating?
Yes, the old man was a soldier when he was younger, and even became a general, which formed his image of a stern old man.
Being gentle and kind was a total mismatch for him.
Chen Che had only been about a year old and the old man would let him do everything himself; it was really miserable.
But what does he see now?
Chen Che jabbed Yun Huan's arm and blinked strangely, "Hey, Ah-Huan, am I seeing things? Your wife is really something ah. She brought down the old general so easily."
Yun Huan lightly retracted his arm and elegantly took a sip of tea, his thin pink lips raised slightly, "Of course, some single dogs just wouldn't understand."
Chen Che felt like he was attacked ten thousand times. So what if he was a single dog? He was in a single dog aristocracy! You guys wouldn't understand the aristocratic world.
Fortunately, there was Mrs. Chen, and when she saw that her son had finally returned, she immediately went to the kitchen to prepare some food for Chen Che.
In just a few days, Chen Che had grown thinner. Although Mrs. Chen knew that this was inevitable, her heart still ached.
Yun Huan put down his cup and asked casually, "How was it? Did it go smoothly?"
Speaking of which, old Mr. Chen also looked at Chen Che. He knew what Chen Che had been up to these days as well.
To be honest, he really had no interest in being base chief, but Yun Huan's words had moved him. When the zombies attacked the city someday, the base needed a good leader.
Yang Linhai was really not suited for this position. Also, he didn't really want this position and was merely trying to gain popularity.
What Yun Huan had told him made him shudder in fear.
If that day really came, an old man like him would also have to come out of retirement.