With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu and Grandpa Song reached the gate of the courtyard, they saw an auntie pushing a wheelchair.

An elderly man with gray hair sat in a wheelchair, smiling at them.

Jiang Zhiyu immediately understood—this must be Song Yanzhou's grandmother.

"This is Yanzhou's grandmother, Zhao Lanjun."

Grandpa Song pulled Jiang Zhiyu inside and warmly introduced her to him.

"Hello Grandma, I'm Jiang Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhiyu bowed slightly.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Zhao Lanjun smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked Jiang Zhiyu up and down.

"Hurry inside, it's getting hot in Kyoto these past few days, you must be terribly hot!"

"fine."

Jiang Zhiyu replied with a smile.

"This is Aunt Yang, our housekeeper. She's been with us for over twenty years."

Grandpa Song then pointed to the caregiver pushing the wheelchair.

"Hello, Auntie."

Jiang Zhiyu greeted him politely.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Aunt Yang secretly admired her daughter-in-law: This daughter-in-law is indeed beautiful. With such a graceful demeanor, she is not the kind of woman you can usually find in a family.

Having come from the countryside, she knows all too well what it takes to cultivate such an air of refinement. This girl's family background must be extraordinary.

The group entered the house, and it immediately became cool inside.

Cut fruit, melon seeds, and candy were already laid out on the coffee table in the living room.

"Come, sit down."

Grandpa Song pulled Jiang Zhiyu to sit on the sofa.

"Make yourself at home here, don't be shy."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Jiang Zhiyu sat down, and Aunt Yang brought out the brewed tea. Zhao Lanjun handed her a piece of sliced ​​fruit.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"Don't be shy, kid. Help yourself to whatever you want to eat; it's our own home."

Jiang Zhiyu took the fruit and said with a smile:

"I know, Grandma. I can get my own food. It's inconvenient for you to sit, so you don't need to take care of me. I can take care of myself."

The elderly couple looked at Jiang Zhiyu and became more and more satisfied.

This girl's aura is truly striking!

Song Yanzhou had mentioned their family background before—an intellectual family, no wonder they could cultivate such a refined demeanor.

"Old man, this rascal of ours has pulled off a big heist."

Zhao Lanjun whispered to Grandpa Song.

"We've found such a wonderful girl."

"That's right."

Grandpa Song smiled smugly.

"My Yanzhou seems to have no luck with women, but this time he's really lived up to my expectations."

The group was chatting when they suddenly heard the sound of an engine outside the door.

Aunt Yang immediately went to open the door.

A short while later, a middle-aged couple walked in.

The man was tall and upright, with the air of someone who had been trained in the military; the woman beside him looked gentle and dignified, and the two of them were carrying large bags and small packages.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly stood up.

"This is Yanzhou's father, Song Huaijin. You can just call him Uncle Song."

Grandpa Song pulled Jiang Zhiyu aside to introduce them.

"Hello Uncle Song, my name is Jiang Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhiyu greeted him politely.

"Okay, okay."

Song Huaijin smiled and nodded, looking Jiang Zhiyu up and down with satisfaction in his eyes.

"This is Yanzhou's mother, Chen Guifang."

"Hello, Auntie."

Jiang Zhiyu immediately shouted.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Chen Guifang smiled so much her eyes narrowed, and she repeatedly agreed, holding Jiang Zhiyu's hand tightly, reluctant to let go.

"This girl is really pretty."

"Wife, don't frighten the girl."

Song Huaijin said with a smile from the side.

"I didn't!"

Chen Guifang rolled her eyes at him and continued talking to Jiang Zhiyu.

Aunt Yang brought lunch to the table.

"Come on, come on, let's eat."

Then he asked his own son

"Did you buy the roast duck that Huaijin asked you to?"

"I bought it! I bought it!"

Grandpa Song invited everyone to sit down.

The table was laden with dishes, the most eye-catching of which was a plate of golden-brown Peking duck.

Song Huaijin quickly agreed, then whispered in his father's ear:

"My daughter-in-law is here, how could I not buy anything? I slipped away beforehand, you didn't know."

Old Master Song rolled his eyes in annoyance:

"This workaholic, it's okay if he comes home early once in a while."

"There's something important at home."

Song Huaijin said with a smile.

After everyone was seated, Old Master Song immediately picked up a piece of Peking duck and put it in Jiang Zhiyu's bowl:

"Zhiyu, hurry up and try our Beijing specialty, roast duck, and see if it suits your taste."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Jiang Zhiyu took the roast duck, took a bite, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"tasty."

She's never been picky about food, but this roast duck was so tender and crispy, it was truly delicious.

She thought to herself: Once I get out, I must stock up on dozens of them and put them in my space.

"Seventeen, isn't this roast duck good?"

"Host, stop thinking about food all the time."

Seventeen hummed in his mind.

"Look how much food I've grown for you in my space! Enough to supply a small army. I wouldn't sell it; I'd still work tirelessly for you every day."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled into a smile.

This little system has its complaints.

Looks like I'll have to think of a way to reward it later.

During the meal, the four of them kept putting food into Jiang Zhiyu's bowl.

Roast duck, braised pork, steamed fish, green vegetables... In no time, her bowl was piled high with food.

"That's enough, that's enough, there's too much for me to finish."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly waved her hand.

"Take any leftovers home!"

Grandpa Song said loudly.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled helplessly and continued eating with her head down.

Seventeen watched her eat and couldn't help but sigh:

"Host, you can tell how much they like you just by looking at their expressions."

"Um."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"The Song family is quite easy to get along with."

"Of course."

Seventeen said smugly.

"I already told you that."

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhiyu's expression became serious.

She put down her chopsticks and looked at Grandpa Song and Uncle Song:

"Grandpa Song, Uncle Song, I have something very important to tell you."

Grandpa Song and Song Huaijin exchanged a glance, and seeing her serious expression, they nodded knowingly.

"What's so important?"

"Girl, come upstairs with me and we'll talk."

Grandpa Song stood up and looked at Song Huaijin:

"Huaijin, you should listen too."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and followed the two elders upstairs.

Seventeen asked in his mind:

"Host, what do you intend to say?"

"Just say it."

Jiang Zhiyu answered in her heart.

"Su Qiming's matter is too big; beating around the bush is pointless."

She paused.

"Moreover, I need the Song family's help."