Chapter 13 The fusion of paper and ink 13

Style: Romance Author: SugarWords: 1804Update Time: 24/01/18 09:32:37
In the study, Shen Zhixing handed Qi Menhong.

Yunhe's love of tea is probably due to his father-in-law.

An Zechen nodded and smelled the tea. It was very fragrant. "There will still be tea this year."

There has been heavy rainfall in East China this year, and floods have occurred in many places, causing considerable impact.

Shen Zhixing smiled, "There will always be a way to get it."

There are too many people who want to curry favor with him, and they will always try their best to get his preferences. He doesn't like tea, but there is a wife at home who is very happy with it. Some people may not give it to him personally if they like her. If you want to curry favor with him, you really need to know all about him.

"Didn't you leave some for Yunhe?"

"We still have her at home, and we can't live without her."

An Zechen smiled, "That girl, just follow me, nothing else. She can even drink tea with more energy than an old man like me."

"Father is serious. She recently changed to new tea."

An Zechen nodded, "Yunhe, that girl didn't cause you any trouble."

"My father knows Yunhe well. She is very well-behaved. My second aunt also said that Yunhe is a template for being a daughter-in-law, and she should be copied to serve as an example for the younger generations in the family."

An Zechen smiled heartily, and his laughter was very hearty. When someone praised his daughter, he was naturally very happy to be a father.

In fact, no one else needs to say this. The An family did raise Yunhe very well.

"How are your parents doing? I haven't seen them for a while."

"It's good. They asked about you last time I went home, but last time Yunhe caught a cold and couldn't go back together."

"Oh, that girl is fine in other aspects, but her bones are weak in winter. She fell into an ice cave when she was a child, so she is weaker. You should be more considerate." Every time he thought of this, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Father said this out of the blue. Yunhe is my wife."

This sentence "Yunhe is my wife" made An Zechen particularly satisfied.

The one she loved most was Yunhe, and the one she was most sorry for was Yunhe, but there were some things she couldn't say and didn't know how to say them.

Looking at Shen Zhixing in front of him, he carefully selected this man. Apart from being a member of two families, this man can be regarded as remarkable.

He probably knew the basics and felt relieved to hand over Yunhe to the Shen family.

Yunhe went upstairs and asked them, Weng and his son-in-law, to come down for dinner.

The restaurant has been around for some time and has a smell of the last century. It is kept clean because there are maids cleaning it all year round.

"The young man is here today. Let's have some drinks with this old man like me." It was An Rongtian who spoke.

"Grandpa, you'd better drink less. If you drink too much, Yunhe will talk about me again." Shen Zhixing joked.

"Hahaha, my girl is spoiled. Don't worry about her. Give me the wine I brewed last time." The old man asked for a drink, and finally Aunt Mi brought over the brewed medicinal wine.

Watching his grandfather pour a glass of medicinal wine, Yunhe felt helpless. Although the medicinal wine was harmless, it was still wine.

Yunhe took the cup directly, and Mr. An just looked at her until he took out half the cup and gave it to Shen Zhixing. Mr. An blew his beard and stared, "You girl, just look at your husband. Do you know what's in that wine?" You dare to give it to your husband."

Yunhe smiled gently, "Grandpa makes the best wine, it must be good for your health."

"Hmph, you little flatterer, you just want to treat your own husband. Money can't buy my medicinal materials."

Yunhe said gently: "I know grandpa's things are good."

An Rongtian snorted, feeling happy after all.

An Liubi Cheng looked at his grandfather and grandson and smiled. The old lady had nice wrinkles on her face. She had been working in an art troupe and had a very good temperament.

Must see: Now over 80 years old, he can still join the square dance team.

"Xiao Xing, grandpa is happy that you are here. Drink some when you are happy. This wine is very precious to your grandpa. In fact, it is not expensive. You can take some back with you when you leave."

"Here comes another one, old woman. You are also facing outsiders. My velvet ginseng..." The old man snorted, "It's very expensive."

An Liubicheng smiled, "It's not for outsiders."

Mr. An snorted again, "I gave all my treasures to others."

"Grandpa, I want a baby too." Xinxin's words just fell.

Seeing Xinxin's innocent look, Dong Wan smiled, "You don't want this baby either."

Xinxin looked at her with big bright eyes, blinking.

"Come on, little girl Xinxin, come to Grandpa." Mr. An called to the girl Xinxin.

Xinxin came to Mr. An very happily and was hugged up. Looking at the soft little girl, Mr. An liked it very much.

"Want to try it, little girl?"

The little girl didn't understand anything. She blinked and looked at the old man in front of her.

In fact, An Rongtian was quite fierce. When he was young, he led troops to fight. He was more than 1.8 meters tall and such a strong man. He was very conspicuous in that era.

Even now that he is old, he still gives people a very majestic feeling.

Mr. An dipped his chopsticks into the wine and placed it in front of Xinxin, "Lick it."

"Oh, I said you, an old man, Xinxin is still a child." An Liubicheng wanted to hug Xinxin, but the old man stopped him.

"Come on, Xinxin, lick it." The old man coaxed, and the little girl really stuck out her tongue to lick it.

As a result, he covered his mouth the next second, his facial features twisted together, and then he stuck out his tongue, haha.

"Oh, you old man, you really came." An Liubichen couldn't stand it and hugged her directly. Mr. An didn't stop him this time.

Anliu Bicheng brought half a cup of Happy Fatty Water to Xinxin, which would definitely not be possible if she were sitting in Shen's house.

Watching Xinxin drink the water, An Liubicheng smiled, "Looking at Xinxin's expression, I thought that when Yunhe was a child, she should be a little older than Xinxin, and she would hold Yunhe in the same way and let her taste the wine with chopsticks. Yunhe, I still remember. No?"