"As long as my husband can tolerate it, we can have three or three children a year." Nanzhi smiled harmlessly, with a charming look on his face.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Huo Sijue.
He was wearing a black suit, sitting upright, looking into Nanzhi's slightly provocative eyes, the scene of that night flashed through his mind, and somewhere there was a reaction.
"OK."
His voice was very soft, but it fell into Nanzhi's heart like a gong.
The atmosphere reached a fever pitch at this moment. Grandpa finally had a smile.
"Just now they were all gifts from the guests. Now I would like to invite the Huo family, represented by Mr. Huo, to offer congratulations."
As the finale, Huo Sijue's congratulatory gift attracted much attention. Several immediate family members watched eagerly, waiting to find out what was wrong.
Huo Sijue took an exquisite small wooden box from Lu Cheng's hand, and when he opened it, it turned out to be something that looked like a scroll.
"Hey, what is this?"
Yang Rong came closer and said with a smile: "I thought Si Jue would put some thought into it, but I didn't expect it to be so ordinary."
The old man has collected so many antique calligraphy and paintings, but he still lacks this one?
Huo Sijue was not annoyed. He raised his hand to signal Lu Cheng to unfold the scroll. It was an exquisite copybook. The old man had a keen eye and could see something extraordinary at just one glance.
He quickly asked someone to get a magnifying glass and carefully checked it again.
""Official Slave Posts"?" He muttered: "No, this is not my original work, this is -"
When he saw the signature, the old man's eyes lit up.
"All his works have disappeared. The only calligraphy and painting he has is collected by a foreign museum. Where did you get it?"
"I bought it with Nanzhi at an auction some time ago."
Huo Sijue pushed Nanzhi's wheelchair to Grandpa Grandpa.
"Nanzhi and I wish you happiness as good as the East Sea and longevity as high as the sky."
After Huo Sijue finished speaking, great-grandfather was so excited that tears filled his eyes, leaving the Huo family confused.
"What's wrong, old man? That thing looks like it's from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and it's not worth much."
"I still have a collection from the Song Dynasty at home, and I haven't seen his treasure like this."
"..."
In the audience, you say something to me, and I say something to you.
From beginning to end, only Huo Sijue knew the relationship.
Tan Mou was a well-known painter and calligrapher in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. He once admired his grandmother, but his legs were broken because of his family's rank. This copy of "Guan Slave Tie" was a token of his love that he left to his grandmother.
Grandma felt guilty throughout her life, and her only last wish before her death was to find this authentic painting.
If this copybook hadn't been brought back from abroad some time ago, Huo Sijue wouldn't have had the chance to buy it.
My great-grandfather burst into tears when he saw this. This century-long pursuit finally came to fruition.
"Okay, very good, you are interested."
Grandpa held the copybook in his hands and couldn't put it down, and said: "I have an explanation for going to hell in the future."
Yang Rong punched Huo Simian in dissatisfaction and motioned for him to send the things up.
The grandpa's birthday banquet was a good opportunity to show her filial piety, and of course she would not let her son fall behind.
Huo Simian pushed the wheelchair forward and comforted: "Grandpa, please stop crying. My grandson also has a gift that he wants to give to grandpa."
He said obediently and unfolded a dark red brocade box from his arms.
In an instant, brilliance overflowed.
Inside lay a beautifully carved jade Buddha. Its luster made Nanzhi feel warm and dazzling even from a distance. It was really a good piece of jade.
Moreover, such carvings and jade of such size are extremely rare.
"Si Mian wishes grandpa that the trees and cranes will last forever, the spring and autumn will not grow old, the past will be renewed, and the joy will last forever."
The great-grandpa took one look and said with a smile: "Okay, good boy, my great-grandpa also likes your gift."
"Grandpa, Shuhe and I have also prepared a gift for you." Yang Rong stood up confidently.
She has a rich posture and a pride that is incomparable to others.
After all, Huo Sijue's parents died early, and he couldn't think as much as they did with two big gifts.
"Grandpa, my father went to sea some time ago and obtained a piece of ambergris that is hard to find. This thing is priceless in the market. It is a precious material that many incense makers dream of."
Yang Rong said with full confidence: "You love to worship Buddha. Compared with sandalwood, the elegance of ambergris is more suitable for you."
Ambergris is also a common incense offering in Buddhist offerings.
There is no special aroma when it is not burned, but after burning, the aroma is overflowing, similar to the smell of musk, but more elegant and refreshing, and the aroma lasts for a long time.
Really, it’s a baby!
After Yang Rong finished speaking, she thought that the old man would be more interested in this new thing, but unexpectedly he just nodded lightly: "Thank you for taking the trouble."
"Grandpa, don't you like it?"
Yang Rong was a little surprised. She didn't want to hit herself in the foot with such an expensive thing: "Ambergris is also known as borneol and Rui Nao. It is distributed in the Pacific and near the South Pacific Islands. It is very rare."
She specifically emphasized: "My father also spent a lot of effort to refine these."
The fragrance, just open it slightly, will linger for a long time.
"It's very expensive, but it's a pity that I'm old and can't use such a good thing."
Mr. Huo changed his hands and gave her to Nanzhi, with no joy on his face: "Take it and use it. Don't leave it here with me and ruin it."
"Grandpa!" Yang Rong was dissatisfied.
She is not willing to use it herself, how can she get this girl's advantage in vain?
"Why, can't I handle the birthday gift you gave me by myself?" Grandpa's words made her speechless.
Nanzhi waved his hands repeatedly: "Grandpa, I'm still young and don't need to use such expensive spices."
With so many people watching, how could she have the nerve to ask for a birthday gift from her second aunt?
Grandpa didn't give her a chance to refuse, so he stuffed it directly into Nanzhi's arms.
"I give it and you keep it."
He didn't know how happy he was to know that Nanzhi was Mrs. Huo Sijue.
"Don't talk about this ambergris. Even if you want something else, my great-grandfather will give it to you."
Such preference is too obvious and flamboyant. This shows how much the Huo family attaches importance to this 'countess'.
It reminds people of the prediction made by the old Taoist priest more than ten years ago.
Nazhi has a strong character, and staying with Huo Sijue can save his life. Without Nanzhi, Huo Sijue would have suffered a bloody disaster at the age of 35, either dead or injured.
The entire Huo family was waiting for Nanzhi to give birth to a son and a half daughter to fulfill the prophecy, but it was a pity that her belly did not live up to expectations.
Grandpa stared at Nanzhi's flat belly and sighed: "How long will it take for me, an old man, to see my grandson?"
Looking at Grandpa's earnest eyes, Nanzhi couldn't bear it.
At that moment, she felt that she and Huo Sijue were working together!
Huo Sijue saw the tangle in her eyes and sarcastically asked: "Where is your ambition?"
We agreed to give birth to three children in one year, but now we are scared?
"I have been recuperating for many years and I can afford it, but I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
He leaned over and teased the tip of the woman's ear. The shy Nanzhi wanted to find a crack in the ground and burrow into it.
