Chiang Xiao gave an acknowledgment and quickly walked over, immediately taking the key to open the room where Meng Xinian stayed last time, which was next to Meng Xinian’s current room.
"This is the room for Grandma and Grandpa."
"And which number is the other room?" Meng Xinian glanced at her again.
"Across." Actually, it was diagonally across.
Meng Xinian raised an eyebrow, "Which number across?"
"313, okay!" Why ask so clearly? Chiang Xiao glared at him.
Meng Xinian immediately said to Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao, "The view from the room across is good; it has a wide view of the cityscape. Why don’t you stay in 313 across there?"
Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao naturally had no objections.
"313, open the door." Meng Xinian, carrying things in both hands, had already reached the doorway of 313 and turned back to look at Chiang Xiao with a deep gaze, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Little one, thinking of playing tricks on me again?
Chiang Xiao secretly gritted her teeth in annoyance, wanting to bite his throat. Bite, bite, bite!
Reluctantly, she went over and used the key to open the door.
"This room is really big, all carpeted, right? I heard before that only leaders could stay in such hotels, didn’t I?" As Ge Liutao and Chiang Songhai entered the room, they were too captivated by curiosity to pay attention to Meng Xinian and started touching everything here and there.
"We told Xiaoxiao we didn’t need to stay in such an expensive hotel, but she wouldn’t listen. She even said that she stayed here last time she came to the provincial city," Chiang Songhai turned back to Meng Xinian and said, "She said that even you mentioned how clean it was here."
Uh-huh, isn’t it very clean?
If everyone was like a certain someone, booking a room but not even touching the bed, that would be even cleaner.
Meng Xinian glanced at Chiang Xiao again.
Chiang Xiao didn’t look at him, didn’t look at him, didn’t look at him.
After settling her grandparents’ luggage, she went to teach her grandma how to use the faucet in the bathroom.
Meng Xinian turned on the fan and started boiling some water, saying to Chiang Songhai, "Grandpa, take a seat and rest. I’m going to make some tea with boiled water."
As soon as Chiang Songhai heard about making tea, he really felt thirsty and quickly opened a bag to take out a small box of tea leaves, then sat down and said, "Xinian, brew this one. We brought it from the tea garden; this tea is delicious. I took a couple of extra boxes to give to you. You can take it later."
Meng Xinian immediately caught the keyword and casually asked, "Grandpa, have you been staying at the tea garden this month? Is it comfortable to stay there?"
Chiang Songhai honestly had no idea about the trivial matters between Chiang Xiao and him, and without any guile, he smiled and nodded, "It’s very comfortable there. The Huo family people are very hospitable, and their villa is built on Tea Mountain. Every day, the mountain breeze is very cool and looking down is all tea, bright green. It’s delightful to the eyes."
The Huo family people.
Villa, on Tea Mountain.
Meng Xinian clenched his teeth tightly, grinding them.
After all this time, was it the place where he had sent Chiang Xiaoxiao last time?
What happened to the relatives he spoke of?
When he went there last time, it was through Hu Xibing’s connections, and Chiang Xiao didn’t know the owner of Huali Tea Garden at all. So now they’ve become her relatives?
Chiang Xiaoxiao, you’re really something.
"Xiaoxiao called me once from the tea garden; was it the Huo family’s own phone? They got a phone line installed on the mountain?" Meng Xinian continued to probe the honest and simple Chiang Songhai. By saying this, he easily gave the impression that he was somewhat aware of the situation with the tea garden, as Uncle Huo had mentioned that their phone had indeed only been installed recently.