Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

"Grandma."

"Hello, Granny."

Class Seven kept calling her, greeting her with smiling faces.

"What’s for breakfast?" She came back with breakfast in her hands, looking kindly at this group of adorable Class Seven students.

It seemed she mixed well in school; so many people came to visit her when she got sick. The whole class had turned up, hadn’t they?

"Having..." Zhang Ziyue opened her mouth.

"I’m having breakfast." Yun Yue cut her off, exchanging a meaningful glance with her before looking at the breakfast in Liu Lanfang’s hands, "What did you buy? I’m a bit hungry."

Liu Lanfang handed her a steamed bun, "Your favorite bun..."

"With sugar?" Yun Yue couldn’t help but ask.

Liu Lanfang gave her a slow glance, "In your dreams."

She wisely shut her mouth, not daring to ask any further.

She loved sweet steamed buns; the sweeter, the more she loved them. The rest just barely filled her stomach.

The people from Class Seven watched the surprisingly obedient Yun Yue, their eyes widening.

Was this their Sister Yue?

When had she become so docile?

Her typical air of unruliness had vanished the moment Grandma appeared, leaving only her untamed eyes exposed.

"Sister Yue, aren’t you going to drink your soy milk?" Yang Xing saw her set the soy milk aside on the table; she remembered Yun Yue loved soy milk, always asking the boss to add a lot of sugar.

"You have it." Yun Yue’s tone left no room for refusal, leaving Yang Xing flattered. He chuckled, "I really shouldn’t; you should have it."

"I’ll have it, Sister Yue." Liu Xiaopang unapologetically grabbed the cup of soy milk and began to drink, but he almost choked, even wanting to spit it back out.

He looked in shock at the half cup left, exclaiming, "This is the real deal!"

These days, soy milk usually had sugar, and Sister Yue would always ask the vendor to add several spoonfuls of sugar. How could Grandma not know Sister Yue’s tastes?

Not only had Grandma not bought the sweet buns Sister Yue loved, but the soy milk had not a hint of sugar, absolutely the real deal.

"The soy milk I gave her doesn’t have any sugar added; she can’t have sugar," Liu Lanfang scolded him lightly, still smiling, "But you, with your figure, could stand to eat less sugar and exercise more."

"Sister Yue can’t have sugar?" Class Seven unanimously turned their eyes on Yun Yue, mild surprise crossing their faces. They understood the warning in her gaze instantly.

Seeing their strong reaction, Liu Lanfang frowned and asked, "What is it? Has she been eating a lot of sugar at school?"

It was quite possible given her two-faced nature.

"No, no, Sister Yue rarely ever eats sugar."

"Yeah, even when offered; she’d always refuse. So disciplined."

Making up stories was their specialty; before Sister Yue joined Class Seven, they’d managed to bluff their way through botched exams.

Liu Lanfang was quite fond of this group of students, her gaze sweeping over the demure-looking Yun Yue with amusement, "Really? You guys should keep a close watch on her, don’t let her eat sugar."

"We certainly will." They nodded vigorously, filled with a sense of guilt.

If they were lying to her, it was definitely not by choice; it was because Sister Yue had threatened them.

Her glance just now was terrifying; they would be done for if they dared to spill the beans.

At eleven in the morning, Class Seven reluctantly boarded the bus heading to Shangyun Hotel for lunch, generously treated by Yun Yue.

They couldn’t let their visitors go back to class with empty stomachs.

Wang Ning gaped with wide eyes, "Holy shit! I had no idea Sister Yue was so wealthy! She seems even richer than Yang Xing."

This private room was even bigger than the one Yang Xing had booked before, and the food on the table looked to have gone up a class or two.

Wei Xuan was with them as well, and after giving it a once-over, reckoned that the bank card her mom gave to Sister Yue must have held no less than a million yuan. Sister Yue made a tidy sum collecting scrap, even richer than herself!

Because Yun Yue was injured, they felt it wouldn’t be right to use her money to celebrate with alcohol, so they drank tea instead, wishing her a speedy recovery.

At the dining table, everyone ate happily.

"By the way, which university are you guys planning to apply for?"

"Jing University for sure, my ancestors must be producing green smoke from their graves for me to have such a great classmate like Sister Yue."

"My eighteen generations of luck must all have come to me; at last, my family will have a Jing University student! Hahahaha... cough cough cough..." Liu Xiaopang laughed excitedly but was suddenly choked by his saliva.

"True, with our grades, getting into Jing University or A University is definitely not a difficult task, and since the two universities are right next door to each other, we can still hang out often."

They talked about a lot, some wanted to become renowned entrepreneurs, others aimed to start their own companies, some aspired to become teachers...

After the meal, the group returned to school in high spirits, and their passion for studying surged.

Midday.

Just as Liu Lanfang was about to head to the cafeteria, Xiao Feng appeared right on time with two large bags in the hospital ward.

"Xiao Feng?"

Liu Lanfang stopped in her tracks – if not the Xiao Feng who often came to the Lin Family to borrow vegetables last year, then who?

Xiao Feng greeted her with a cheerful smile, "Granny, Master Chen told me to deliver food to you. I’ll take care of all three meals for you and Miss Yun from now on. I went grocery shopping this morning and didn’t have time to cook, but starting tomorrow, I’ll deliver the food to you promptly at eight-thirty."

"No need..."

Liu Lanfang was about to decline but then she heard Yun Yue, sprawled on the bed in the manner of an old man, her voice lazy, "What’s for lunch?"

"Everything Master Chen told me, all your favorite dishes," said Xiao Feng as he directly placed the two bags on the table and then took out several insulated lunch boxes.

Liu Lanfang couldn’t help but look on with surprise.

There were six dishes in total, even more lavish than what they had at the Lin Family.

Yun Yue had already started picking up her chopsticks. She glanced at Xiao Feng and asked with raised eyebrows, "Aren’t you eating?"

"I’ve already eaten before I came. It’s enough that you two eat." He moved aside for Liu Lanfang, "Granny, don’t be shy. Just eat, try my cooking."

Liu Lanfang believed her own cooking to be quite good, but the smell alone made her realize she was still lacking, and she couldn’t help but look at him, "Did you cook all these dishes?"

Xiao Feng bashfully admitted, "Yes, I usually take advantage of free time to practice and even got a chef’s certificate."

His three brothers liked to do nothing but fight, but he enjoyed cooking and gardening; how else would they have grown so strong and healthy?

Liu Lanfang was genuinely hungry and didn’t hold back, ending up eating half a bowl more rice than usual.

After the meal, Xiao Chen began to clean up the dishes and looked over at Yun Yue, who was playing with her phone, "Miss Yun, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"Don’t like spicy, something sweet would be better," she said with a sly, nonchalant smile, "Not bad, this cooking."

Xiao Feng laughed proudly on the inside, "You can tell Master Chen that."

Master Chen had written a list the night before, noting everything she liked, disliked, and shouldn’t eat, and out of professionalism, he had committed it all to memory.

He had to admit, Master Chen was extremely observant, remembering everything after just a few meals with Miss Yun. How could he say he wasn’t attentive then?