Chapter 184: The Well-Behaved Quail John

Evening, Granger family living room.

"Oh hahaha, it's not easy to come here once, and you guys are just reading books here."

After the Granger couple returned and simply greeted them, for some reason, Mrs. Granger laughed.

Mrs. Granger patted her husband's shoulder amusingly and smiled at the two children, while Mr. Granger looked a bit awkward but pretended to be calm.

The Granger couple naturally knew about John's arrival today.

So they came back early after work.

Well, it was mainly Mr. Granger who was anxious to come back.

After all, they were people who had been through it; the two children talked on the phone every day, and when they talked, they were sticky, so they understood what was going on more or less.

So he was worried that the two children in puberty would have problems if they were alone in a room.

Even if his wife tried to persuade him from the side, he rushed home in a hurry.

As a result, after entering the door, he saw the two of them, one gnawing on a book, one holding a notebook, the whole table full of fresh drafts, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a bit dumbfounded.

They finally understood how these two children played together.

"Oh, what's so funny, Mom, we just like reading together, what's wrong with that..."

Hermione didn't know what her mother was laughing at, but she always felt that she was teasing them about something.

Mrs. Granger didn't explain, smiling and coming to John's side, holding his hand and sitting down to chat.

"Little John, I've wanted you to come here to play for a long time."

"My daughter has been talking about you in front of us every day during this time."

Hearing this, Hermione was immediately anxious and hurriedly grabbed her mother's hand.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense!"

She stopped her mother from continuing to speak while secretly looking at John's reaction, her cheeks slightly blushing.

John scratched his nose embarrassedly; he was very happy to hear Auntie say that.

But there was still an uncle staring at him on the side, so he didn't dare to laugh at all...

"Auntie is right, we all welcome you to play, so just treat it as your own home, don't be polite."

Mr. Granger also restored his demeanor, smiling and patting John's shoulder, the force was not light or heavy, as if he was weighing something.

"Okay."

Only for Mr. Granger's words, John still responded uprightly.

John was only 13 years old at this time, but he was already a big young man, not the bean sprout he was last year.

Outside, children of this age have started puppy love.

Plus children of this age have all their thoughts on their faces, so how could he, as a father, not see his daughter's thoughts.

So Mr. Granger naturally had a few more examinations of his daughter's male friend.

However, as a civilized person who had received higher education, he certainly wouldn't interfere too much with his daughter's social freedom.

Besides, he couldn't find any obvious shortcomings in this child John for a while...

After all, what came out of his daughter's mouth were all advantages.

Strange.

Why is Uncle's sense of oppression sometimes high and sometimes low...

John felt the aura that was sometimes high and sometimes low beside him and felt a bit ashamed.

Mr. Granger put his arm around John's shoulder, didn't speak, and began to think about how his father-in-law made things difficult for him back then...

John was like a quail, obediently shrinking in Mr. Granger's arm.

Mrs. Granger kept asking questions while holding John's hand.

They were all daily trivial matters, such as his hobbies, which Muggle school he studied at before, how his grades were, what he liked to eat, and whether he liked any girls.

Wait, did a strange question seem to have mixed in?

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her parents.

"Mom and Dad, didn't you say you were going to take John out to eat tonight? It's almost six o'clock."

"Oh, almost forgot, have to hurry up and prepare to go to the restaurant, the reservation is for 6:30."

The Granger couple then remembered the restaurant reservation, and then hurriedly went upstairs to change clothes.

John then breathed a sigh of relief, and his shoulders relaxed.

Hermione on the side saw John's appearance and covered her mouth and smiled.

"You were quite capable when you were at school, why did you shrink when you met my father and mother?"

"... I'm not shrinking, I'm respecting my elders!"

John said the hardest words in the smallest voice.

Hearing John's rebuttal, Hermione laughed even more violently.

"Whoever shrinks knows~"

Hermione dragged out the tone, her eyes bent into crescents.

John rolled his eyes, too lazy to bicker with Hermione.

In fact, he couldn't beat her...

After enjoying the dinner beautifully, John and the Granger couple were completely familiar with each other.

Except for Hermione's relationship, the Granger couple had always had a good impression of John.

During this time, they also set a day to go out for a picnic on a weekday, there are fewer people on weekdays, and picnics have more atmosphere.

The location was set on the grass by the small woods in the suburbs.

Night.

After taking a shower, John sat comfortably on the lounge chair on the small terrace and basked in the moon.

Small villas are good, when I have money in the future, I will also get one.

At this time, the window of Hermione's room was pushed open.

Hermione poked her head out of the window, holding two cups of hot cocoa in her hands.

"Want to drink?"

"Can I not drink if you brought it?"

John stood up and said while walking toward the window.

"Of course you can, if you don't drink, I can drink two cups."

John: "?"

Hermione smiled and handed over the hot cocoa.

John took the hot cocoa and complained speechlessly.

"I found that you are becoming more and more indecent lately."

"Isn't it because you spoiled me."

"Nonsense, I'm super decent."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

The two bickered as usual, and neither felt bored.

As a result, after taking a sip of hot cocoa, both of them fell silent again.

After a long silence, John asked hesitantly.

"... Who made this hot cocoa?"

Hermione just wanted to say that it was the first time she had made this kind of thing, and it was usually made by her mother, but after thinking for a while, she said slowly.

"My mom."

"Hmm, it's delicious."

Hearing this, John immediately changed his expression and took another sip very enjoyably.

Hermione looked at John's appearance speechlessly and said tentatively again.

"...... Actually, I made it..."

"I think, you didn't make this hot cocoa right..."

To his surprise, just as Hermione said it, John immediately put forward an opinion, but before the opinion was finished, Hermione's palm fell on the back of John's head, the force was not heavy but carried a bit of annoyance.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

John rubbed the back of his head and pretended to be aggrieved and whimpered: "Wronged, I clearly wanted to say that you can put less sugar next time—"

Before he finished speaking, Hermione made a gesture to hit him again, he hurriedly retreated half a step and drank the hot cocoa in one gulp.

"Done!"

Drinking the cloyingly sweet hot cocoa, John put on a mask of pain, but still held the empty cup high, as if completing a heroic sacrifice.

Hermione looked at his appearance and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Habitually took another sip of her own cup.

Then she silently poured the remaining half cup of hot cocoa into the potted plant.

This operation made John dumbfounded.

No, you don't want your flowers anymore? ===== CHAPTER 185 =====