My Youth Began With Him

“No. I’m not tired…”

“But you’re crying, Grandpa,” Little Bean pointed at the old man’s eyes and said.

“I was just thinking that… if your mommy was here, we’d be so happy as a family.” The professor let out a deep sigh.

“Grandpa, when Daddy wakes up, he’ll find Mom. I’m sure he will. Please don’t cry.”

Seeing the sadness on her grandpa’s face, Little Bean tried to comfort him.

“You’re right. I’ll go and make the antidote to wake up your dad.”

He took out a toolbox he had brought with him, put it on the table in the living room, and began to work.

“Sis…” Little Bean leaned over to Pudding.

“Are you going to eat my steak?” Pudding glanced at Little Bean mildly.

“Humph. Do you think I’m so shallow? I wanted to ask you if you think Grandpa looks indeed like Mom.”

“Of course. I told you he’s Mom’s father. Of course, they look alike.” Pudding lowered her head and continued with her steak.

“When I went to Grandma’s home, Grandma showed me the picture of the Grandpa who had passed away. He didn’t look a bit like Mom; he looked quite a lot like Uncle Zhixin,” Little Bean said in a low voice.

“So?” Pudding asked mildly.

“So, I made a conclusion,” Little Bean lowered her voice and said.

“What conclusion?”

“Uncle Zhixin and Mom don’t share a father. According to my analysis, Mom might have been adopted by the grandpa who had passed away…”

“Can you tell me something I don’t know?”

“Humph, I discovered these important clues,” Little Bean patted her little chest and said proudly.

“They are not your discoveries; they are facts.”

“If you can, tell me something I don’t know.” Little Bean challenged her sister.

“Don’t you think Auntie looks a bit like Mom, too?” Pudding said.

“Huh… Now that you say it, I think you’re right. Mom isn’t as good looking as Auntie, but in some places, such as the way they move their eyes, they are indeed similar.”

Hearing her sister’s words, Little Bean got even more excited.

“Sis…”

“Huh?”

“Is the steak good?” Little Bean licked her lips.

“So your real target was indeed my steak, right? Qin Mumu?” Pudding lifted her head in disgust.

“Hehe, don’t think of me that way. Anyway, you want to lose weight and keep your figure. Give me some since you can’t eat all of it.”

“You’ve eaten the Tiramisu which has lots of calories. Now you still want to eat steak?” Pudding scolded her.

“Um. I’m still hungry.”

“You can eat the noodles.” Pudding rolled her eyes.

“But the noodles are not as delicious as steak,” Little Bean said as if it was a good reason.

Pudding laughed in exasperation.

She cut a chunk of the steak carefully and forked it to Little Bean’s lips. “Here.”

“Thanks, Sis.”

“Ass kisser.” Pudding turned her head back to her meal.

At this moment, her cellphone rang.

Pudding put down her fork, picked up the cellphone, and answered the video chat.

“Handsome Su…”

“What are you doing?” Su Yu asked.

“We’re eating. The old guy cooked us a grand supper,” Pudding said.

“Handsome Su, look, he can even make Tiramisu. It’s superb…” Little Bean lifted her cake and showed it off.

Su Yu had a weird feeling inside.

“You two are so close to a stranger and have forgotten your Uncle Su, right?”