1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 1633 Tricked into Going Home
As the group was talking, Qiu Shaocheng returned with his wife and son.

As soon as An Xiaojing entered the courtyard, she smiled and said, "Big brother is back."

She didn't forget to call out to her son in her arms, "Zhongzhong, quickly call him Uncle."

While speaking, he kept glancing at the bag Qiu Shaofeng was carrying.

Qiu Shaofeng was furious at the moment and didn't notice her expression at all. He nodded to the mother and son and said, "Shaocheng, come with me."

Qiu Shaocheng's face flashed with embarrassment: "Big brother, let's go see Grandpa first. He's been talking about you a lot. After you fell down a while ago, your family has rarely let you go out."

He naturally saw the bag his older brother was carrying, and fearing that his wife might say something unpleasant, he quickly came to his grandfather's place.

Qiu Shaofeng didn't say anything else, but he walked towards the room where Old Man Qiu lived: "Mom, we can talk about it later. I'm going to see Grandpa first."

When Old Man Qiu saw Qiu Shaofeng enter, a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Shaofeng is back."

Qiu Shaofeng quickly stepped forward to help the old man, who was trying to stand up: "Grandpa, you can just sit down."

Qiu Shaofeng helped the man sit down again: "Sir, I heard you fell a while ago. How are you feeling now?"

An unnatural look flashed across Old Qiu's face: "I'm old, I'm no longer useful."

After saying that, she added with a smile, "I'm fine, don't worry. But it's cold, so they won't let me go out for walks anymore. It's so stuffy inside."

Qiu Shaofeng took things out of the cloth bag: "These foods are what Xia Qiu asked me to bring you. Don't be reluctant to eat them."

When Old Qiu saw what he took out, he said, "Oh dear, I'm already half-buried in the ground. Why did you bring this back for me instead of saving it for Junjun?"
Isn't this a waste of resources?

Hearing this, Qiu Shaofeng felt a pang of sadness: "Grandpa, what are you saying? How can it be a waste? Xia Qiu said that peach shortbread and steamed rice cake are most suitable for people your age. You should try them." Without saying a word, Qiu Shaofeng handed him a piece of steamed rice cake and opened the malted milk powder he had brought back: "Grandpa, you eat this. I'll go make you a bowl of malted milk powder."

Old Qiu reached out to stop them: "I'm an old man, I'm not that greedy. Let your mother put these precious things away."

Hearing this, Qiu Shaofeng felt even more heartbroken: "Grandpa, I brought it back for you to drink. This stuff will go bad if it sits for too long, and that would be such a waste."

Old Qiu exclaimed upon hearing that it could spoil: "This isn't dried flour, how could it spoil?"

Qiu Shaofeng went out carrying the opened malted milk powder, and came back in a moment later with a can of malted milk powder in one hand and a bowl in the other: "Grandpa, it's a little hot, let it cool down before you drink it."

Smelling the enticing sweet aroma, Old Qiu's face was full of smiles: "I'm enjoying the blessings of my grandson; he's even drinking malted milk powder now."

For some reason, she thought of her mother and sighed, "If only your great-grandmother were alive, things would be getting better and better."

After saying that, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

But it was only for a moment: "Look at me, what are you saying? Life is getting better and better. Are you and Xia Qiu doing well at work?"

Qiu Shaofeng nodded: "Okay, everything is fine. We'll bring Junjun back for the New Year in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Old Qiu smiled and said, "Good, good, good, welcome back for the New Year."

Qiu Shaofeng didn't mention Xia Qiu's college entrance exam to his grandfather, thinking it was better to wait until things were settled before bringing it up again.

After chatting with Old Qiu for a while, he said, "Grandpa, you rest. I need to talk to Shao Cheng about something."

(End of this chapter)