Beichen Jue's slightly aged hand picked up the chopsticks, his face carrying a satisfied smile as he ate a few bites of noodles, "Still far from my level back in the day, you have to keep trying."
With that, he lowered his head and continued eating.
After the bowl of noodles was finished, he smacked his lips as if still unsatisfied, "Barely counts as passable."
Beichen Rui smiled, "Grandpa, stay here tonight; I'll cook a few dishes myself, and we can all have a family meal together."
The old man waved his hand to refuse, "Eating is for sure, but staying over, forget it, I'm still more used to the old house."
Knowing he couldn't persuade him, Beichen Rui didn't say more, just lightly pressed his lips and stayed silent.
After staying for dinner, despite Beichen Rui and Ye Xinluo's efforts to keep him, the old man insisted on returning to the old house.
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The afternoon of the agreed meeting with Ye Xinluo.
Parked by the roadside in front of the café was a Bentley.
