Lan Sisi asked in surprise and disbelief: "Is it really OK? I have never had any relatives except my mother since I was a child. I always dreamed that I would love me. It is my blessing to call you 'Grandpa'."

"You are my blessing. Old man, I have lived in this cold villa for more than ten years. Finally, I have a little girl talking and chatting with me. I can't be too happy." Mr. Si smiled.

Lan Sisi smiled so hard that her eyebrows and eyes bent, "I'm very happy too. With a grandfather like you, I'm afraid I'll wake up in my dreams."

Mr. Si couldn't help but think of Si Qianai, his granddaughter. If he hadn't made that mistake back then, he wouldn't have been betrayed by everyone now. He would probably never wait for his grandchildren to call him "Grandpa" in his life. Everything is a cause and effect.

He was so enthused that he suddenly came back to his senses until Lan Sisi called him a few times.

"Your little mouth is so sweet that you will make me happy."

Lan Sisi squatted beside him, looked up and smiled, "No, I'm telling the truth. You are so kind to me, I will definitely repay you in the future."

Mr. Si said, "It's enough for you to have this kind of heart."

Lan Sisi smiled, and her eyes suddenly looked at a small flower garden in front of her, "The roses in this yard are blooming so well. I remember that my mother taught me to make a dessert, which is very special. My mother said that this was the method she had studied before, otherwise I will make some for you later, right?"

When Mr. Si heard this, he felt a little fresh and replied: "Okay, I didn't expect that you, a little girl, are not only beautiful, capable, but also skillful."

Lan Sisi smiled embarrassedly and said, "Grandpa, you are so good at praising me. It's not certain whether it's delicious or not. After all, I haven't learned the essence from my mother yet."

Mr. Si rarely smiled happily and said, "It doesn't matter, it must be delicious!"

Lan Sisi joked: "Then I'm going to pick some of your roses? You won't feel sorry for me, right?"

"Of course not, go quickly, grandpa is already greedy."

Then Lan Sisi found a small basket and a pair of scissors to pick roses.

About an hour later, Lan Sisi walked out of the kitchen with a plate of beautiful pink pastries.

"Grandpa, do you try it or not? I don't know if you have learned half of my mom's skills."

Mr. Si was already lost his mind when he saw these pastries and seemed to be stupid.

Isn’t this the snack that Lan Xiner specially made for him to please him? She also gave her a nice name, called “half-cooked rose crisp”.

It took a long time and Mr. Si still stayed there. Of course Lan Sisi knew why he was so shocked. She wanted this effect, and it was not in vain that several holes were cut by rose thorns on her fingertips.

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Do you don't like it?" Lan Sisi asked pretending to be sad.

Mr. Si was called back his thoughts. He looked carefully again and asked slowly, "Girl, what's the name of this snack?"

Lan Sisi replied: "It was my mother's name, half-cooked rose crispy, which was steamed with milk and water vapor!"

Hearing this familiar name, the old man stood up excitedly, grabbed Lan Sisi's hand and asked, "Is your mother's name Lan Xin'er?"
Chapter completed!