So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Chapter 260 Aunt Lan, do you still remember my grandma?

It was difficult for Shen He to get a good night's sleep that night.

She had spent some time in bed with Song Jingcheng in the evening, and then went shopping with Qin Yi at night. When they got home and were about to rest, Uncle Xie had another cerebral infarction and fainted.

After a trip to the hospital, I got home at two o'clock.

Shen He thought that he could finally fall asleep by now, but Song Jingcheng's private phone rang again.

Shen He was startled and immediately sat up in shock.

Seeing Song Jingcheng reaching for the phone, her mind suddenly twitched and she blurted out, "Could it be that Uncle Xie is gone?"

The sudden ringing of the phone in the middle of the night is like a death warrant, which always makes people panic.

Song Jingcheng didn't think about this at first.

When Shen He said this, Song Jingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

He scanned the number and found it was Captain Zhou from the sanatorium.

"It's not the hospital's call, it's the nursing home." After he said this, Shen He's eyes opened even wider.

Seeing her reaction, Song Jingcheng was also startled, "...Is my mother dying?"

"Hurry up and answer it!" Shen He leaned against Song Jingcheng's back to listen to him answer the phone.

The night was quiet, and Captain Zhou's voice was clear: "Mr. Song, Xiao Xu just called me to ask for instructions, saying that Aunt Lan wanted to see Madam..."

Hearing this, the two of them finally felt relieved.

"Auntie Lan wants to see me?" At this time...

Shen He was no longer sleepy and said to Song Jingcheng, "Tell Master Xu to bring Aunt Lan to Song Garden to see me."

"I can't sleep tonight." Shen He couldn't sleep, and no one in the house, not even the cat, could sleep. "Get up, and follow me upstairs to pet the cat."

After saying this, Shen He put on his bathrobe and went to the cat room on the roof.

For fear that the cats would dance around at night and disturb their rest, the three cats would be locked in the cat room when the owner goes to bed.

Shen He walked into the cat room, carrying a big fat cat in one hand and went downstairs.

Song Jingcheng followed behind, yawning, and picked up the fattest ball of flesh, and went downstairs with Shen He.

After petting the cat for a while, Shen He remembered Aunt Qin saying that Song Jingcheng had a poor appetite at night, so she asked Song Jingcheng: "Are you hungry?"

If Shen He hadn't mentioned it, Song Jingcheng wouldn't have noticed it.

When she asked this, his stomach began to move. "A little bit."

"Wait, I'll get you something to eat."

"You can?"

"Why don't I know how?" Shen He walked into the kitchen, opened the drawer and took out a bag of snail noodles, the kind with extra spiciness.

As soon as Song Jingcheng saw the bright red packaging bag, he felt his asshole burning.

People who can't eat spicy food really can't stand this.

Shen He caught a glimpse of Song Jingcheng's cowardly look, smiled, stuffed the snail noodles back into the drawer, and took out the pasta again.

"I'll make you a bowl of Shenhe brand Sichuan-style pasta tonight."

While Shen He was cooking, he also prepared the ingredients for the sauce, including peppercorns, dried red chili peppers, beef, and bean paste...

Song Jingcheng couldn't imagine how vicious this bowl of pasta was.

He went to the yard with his three cats in his arms and heard some banging noises in the kitchen.

More than 20 minutes later, Shen He stood at the door of the restaurant and waved to Song Jingcheng, "The midnight snack is ready, come and have a taste."

In just a short while, Shen He not only made the "pasta", but also lit the candles with a sense of ceremony.

There were two glasses of red wine next to the candlesticks.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Jingcheng didn't know for a moment whether this was a candlelight dinner or torture.

"Sit down." Shen He was like a queen.

Song Jingcheng fell down with mixed feelings.

"I have a gift for you." Shen He handed a small rectangular medicine box to Song Jingcheng.

Song Jingcheng looked down and saw the three words "pregnancy test stick" and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"you are pregnant?"

Shen He raised his chin towards the medicine box and urged Song Jingcheng: "Take a look first."

Song Jingcheng's heart was beating like thunder.

He pressed the medicine box with his fingertips, moved it in front of him, and opened it while holding his breath.

But there was no pregnancy test stick or ultrasound report inside, only a soft-touch plastic bag that looked somewhat familiar.

But Song Jingcheng couldn't remember what it was for a while. ...

Song Jingcheng was confused. "What is this?"

Shen He smiled and said, "The packaging film of sanitary napkins."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, we failed to get pregnant this month."

"Is it a big surprise?"

Song Jingcheng actually felt a little disappointed.

Just at that moment, he had even thought about what to name the child, whether it would be a boy or a girl, and what style of crib to choose for the future.

"Keep working hard next month." Song Jingcheng quickly cheered up.

Shen He smiled again, "Don't worry, maybe the baby wants to wait until we finish the wedding before reporting."

She also wanted to spend more time with Song Jingcheng.

"Eat."

With the mentality of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, Song Jingcheng boldly tasted the noodles in the plate.

The taste is really spicy and sour...

But Song Jingcheng still ate some of it out of respect.

Shen He made the midnight snack, and Song Jingcheng collected the dishes and chopsticks.

"Madam." Kang Bo is old and goes to bed early at night. The person on duty at night is the trainee housekeeper Song Yutang, Kang Bo's nephew.

Song Yutang told Shen He: "Master Xu from the nursing home is here, and he brought the nurse Aunt Lan with him."

"Let the guests come to the side hall to find me." Shen He picked up Cheng Bao and went to the side hall.

Song Jingcheng cleaned up the dishes and went upstairs with the two cats.

Soon, Song Yutang led Master Xu and Aunt Lan to the side hall.

Seeing that the door to the side hall was open, Song Yutang stood outside the room politely and reminded Shen He in a low voice: "Madam, Master Xu and the others are here."

Shen He stood at the tea bar with his back to everyone, making tea.

Without even turning her head, she instructed Song Yutang: "Yutang, take Master Xu to the guest room to rest and come back in the morning. It's not safe to drive while tired."

There is a small building in Song Garden specially for accommodating employees overnight, so Song Yutang took Master Xu away.

Listening to the footsteps going away, Shen He spoke to himself, "I remember that Aunt Lanhua likes to drink honeysuckle tea, and she likes it even more with a little honey."

Shen He used a porcelain spoon to elegantly stir the scented tea in the glass.

After stirring it evenly, he held the cup and walked towards Aunt Lan.

She handed the cup to Aunt Lan and asked with a smile, "It's been many years since we last met. I wonder if Aunt Lan still likes to drink honeysuckle tea? Do you still remember my grandma?"

In fact, Shen He didn't remember any of this, but she called Su Jin and asked him in detail about Tulanhua's preferences.

Shen He's first two sentences completely cut off Tulanhua's escape route.

Tulanhua took the cup of tea, took a sip, and said with emotion: "It still tastes familiar. Is this the honeysuckle that Aunt Jin dried herself? Did she add wild honey to it?"

Shen He smiled, "It seems Aunt Lan hasn't forgotten my grandma yet."

How could Tulanhua forget?

That was her close friend regardless of age difference.

Tulanhua held the tea in her hand and looked up at Shen He.

The woman in front of me had long hair and was wearing a beige nightgown with a belt, revealing the pink silk nightgown underneath.

Standing in the Chinese-style living room with low-key and luxurious decoration, it looks both approachable and easy-going, yet also restrained.

Tulanhua couldn't help but sigh: "You are really a girl who has grown up for 18 years. Auntie didn't even recognize you that day."

Just like Shen He said, when she was in junior high school, she only focused on studying.

When I go home during the holidays, I am like a wild monkey running around the mountains. My skin is tanned, and I am petite and thin. I am completely different from what I am now.

So when Tulanhua came for the interview, she didn't associate Shen He with the little girl in Aunt Jin's family.

Even at this moment, after knowing the truth, Aunt Lan still felt incredible.

"I can't believe that Miaomiao is Mrs. Song."