If he could choose again, Li Mo would definitely say "no". When girls go shopping, they become more interested and motivated, but for men, it is both physical and mental torture, and the more they go shopping, the more tired they become.
"Xiao Mo, I have to thank you very much today, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get so many things."
"Yes, thanks to classmate Li Mo's helping hand, we both have free hands to sweep this street."
"Just some physical work."
Li Mo said with a smile against his will.
"Yingying, let's make an appointment in two days."
"Okay, take a taxi back and give me a text message when you get home to say you're safe."
The ordeal was finally over. Li Mo looked up at the sky. Night was falling and the sky was full of stars. He felt like he could take a good breath.
"Are you tired?"
Liu Yingying's face was full of excitement, and it seemed that she still had more to say.
"Why did you buy so many clothes today? Summer is coming." Li Mo avoided the important and chose the easy. This question was difficult to answer.
"Grandpa will arrive at noon tomorrow. I will put on my most beautiful clothes to greet him."
“It’s useless to have beautiful clothes, the key is to be beautiful.”
"What do you mean? Am I ugly?"
Li Mo quickly smiled and said: "The converse meaning of this is that as long as a person is beautiful, there is no need for beautiful clothes to set it off. You have been shopping for a long time in vain."
Only then did Liu Yingying curl up her lips and said happily: "You are discerning, I will treat you tonight, what do you want to eat?"
"Bones in spicy sauce, sesame crayfish, and a drunken fish head."
Liu Yingying's smile suddenly froze, and she said a little embarrassed: "The money I have is only enough for one bowl of ramen per person."
Li Mo was immediately speechless, I really expected you to treat me.
.......
The next day, when Li Mo and Liu Yingying rushed to the train, their master, mistress and mother had already arrived. They stood at the exit and looked around.
"Mom, when will grandpa arrive?"
"We've arrived at the designated time. We'll probably be able to leave the station soon." Song Yuanning stepped forward and looked at the exit. Passengers were already walking out in a dark crowd.
"Yingying, you look so beautiful today." Shiyi stood aside and praised.
"Thank you, aunt."
"Mom, your son is very handsome in what he wears today. Why don't you see me in your eyes?"
Shiyi turned to look at him and said, "Not bad."
Well, I must have been reborn in the wrong child. I was supposed to be a girl, but I was born with a baby.
"Mom, grandpa is there."
Liu Yingying suddenly pointed in a direction, then jumped up excitedly and waved: "Grandpa, grandpa, this way, here."
"Dad, here it is."
Li Mo also saw the figure of his master, who was thin and wearing a dark retro Tang suit. He was carrying a casual bag in his left hand and a gray feather fan in his right hand, fanning leisurely as he walked. Coupled with his full head of white hair and a long white beard on his chin, he looked like an outdoor expert with an air of immortality.
"Grandpa, you miss me so much."
Yingying went up to him and hugged him affectionately.
"Hahaha, grandpa also misses you, this little elf girl." Song Shizhi patted her back gently, his eyes full of love.
"Dad, you're tired from the long-distance car ride. I'll carry the bag." Yanagawa Qing also ran over, reaching out to pick up his travel bag.
"You think I'm old? I'm still in good spirits." Song Shizhi stopped his hand and wouldn't let him take it.
"Master."
Li Mo's face was filled with a bright smile.
"Yes, he is a disciple of our lineage. He has quite the demeanor and temperament of my youth."
"Master, you've been working hard all the way. Come to my house for dinner today. You know my father's cooking skills. He has cooked a few of your favorite home-cooked dishes."
"Okay, you can arrange whatever you want. Hold it for Master and lead the way."
"Okay." Li Mo took the travel bag from Song Shizhi's hand and blinked at his master Yanagawa Kei, who suddenly puffed up his cheeks in anger.
"Grandpa, I'll help you." Liu Yingying followed.
"Lao Liu, what are you doing standing still? Go and drive."
When he walked into Yu Linglong's house, Song Shizhi sniffed and smelled the faint scent of sandalwood in the air. He touched the entrance screen and felt the texture of the surface: "It's made of Hainan rosewood."
Then he looked at the porcelain in the niche. After just a few glances, he nodded slightly: "A fine piece of modern porcelain."
When I walked into the living room, I couldn't help but be surprised: "The furniture is all made of rosewood. It took a lot of money to decorate this house."
"Master, please sit down and rest for a while. I'll make you tea, your favorite Tagon-level Taiping Monkey King."
"Okay, okay."
Soon the aroma of tea from Taiping Houkui rose up, and the living room was filled with a unique aroma of tea.
"Uncle Song, please have your tea first. The meal will be served in half an hour." Li Zhongsheng had been preparing in the kitchen and came out to greet him respectfully.
"Zhongsheng, you and Xiaoyi have given birth to an amazing son." After Song Shizhi finished his praise, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Yanagawa Qing. Probably in his eyes, this son-in-law was a failure and had not learned much about his skills.
Yanagawa Kei was very embarrassed, neither standing nor sitting.
Li Mo hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Song Shizhi and said with a smile: "Master, there is something wrong with what you just said. The cause and effect relationship is wrong."
"Oh, what's the cause and effect?"
"It should be said that you gave birth to a good daughter, then found a good son-in-law, and finally accepted me as a disciple. It's not because of you that I am where I am today."
"Hahaha, you, why didn't I see that you are quite eloquent before? Not bad, all good. I'm really happy."
Master Song will be seventy years old next year, but judging from his mental state, he looks like he is in his fifties.
"Master, before we officially start serving food, how about I serve you a few appetizers?"
Master Song was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant.
"Okay, let's serve."
Li Mo pulled his master into the study, and soon they both walked to the coffee table holding a piece of porcelain.
"Master, this first dish is from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. You have seen it before."
Song Shizhi carefully picked it up and looked at it, then nodded and said: "The glaze color, the glaze surface is quite elegant and round, this is a three-legged small bottle with pink and green glaze from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty."
"My master has a good eye. The second dish is from the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty."
“The colorful and beautiful Jiaqing pastel Baizi bowl.”
"Master, the third dish is from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty."
Song Shizhi's eyes lit up, and he watched more carefully: "When it comes to this doucai porcelain, the most famous one is naturally the Ming Chenghua doucai chicken cup. This Ming Wanli doucai bowl with lotus pond and mandarin duck pattern is much inferior. , the two are not on the same level.”
"Master, your sword is still young and your eyesight is not weak at all."
"Hahaha, although it is a bit exaggerated, I am happy to hear it. It is much more pleasing to the eye than your master."
Yanagawa Kei was even more embarrassed.
Everyone in the room looked helpless, they had no choice, the old man had such a temper, he said whatever he wanted.
"Xiao Mo, are there any other good dishes?"
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Immediately afterwards, Li Mo took out two more pieces of porcelain.
"This is a sky-blue begonia narcissus basin from Song Jun Kiln. It is only used by the imperial family."
"Hey, this is a six-outlet kuih-kou plate. It's a celadon-glazed porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. It's really amazing. I've never handled more than thirty pieces of genuine porcelain in my life. You kid has come up with five pieces of genuine porcelain right now. I'm not convinced. Even old people can’t do it.”
"Grandpa, how old are you? You are still young."
"With an elf like you by my side, grandpa's mentality immediately becomes younger."
"Master, I also have the authentic paintings of Bada Shanren and his younger brother Niu Shihui. Do you want to take a look?"
Song Shizhi waved his hand and said: "Calligraphy and painting are relatively delicate, so I won't handle them. If there are other good things, you can bring them out and have a look."
