"Forget it, old man, just get three servings of bean curd. If there is a person who doesn't know the fireworks in the world, let him stand there and drink the northwest wind!"
Long Yutian originally wanted to sit at the table and experience the lives of ordinary people, but Qian Duoduo unexpectedly said this sentence.
This made his legs that had just been stretched out suddenly retracted again.
Neither advancing nor retreating, after a while of embarrassment, I can only continue to be arrogant, stand at attention, and watch the three of them eating with gusto!
After filling his stomach, Qian Duoduo dug out a piece of silver and handed it to the old woman.
Three bowls of bean curd flowers are only a dozen or so copper coins. She has never received silver ingots in her life. Now that she sees the silver ingots, she clutches her apron with both hands and feels a little nervous. Then she looks up at the beautiful young master Qian Duoduo , even more surprised.
"My wife, why are you so stunned?" The old man came over and saw the silver ingot in Qian Duoduo's hand, he was startled, and said: "Several objective, these tofu flowers are only twenty copper coins in total, you give so much, We can't find it."
"Put it away, your bean curd flower is delicious!" Long Yintian wiped his mouth, as if he still had something to say.
When the two old people heard this, they couldn't help laughing, especially the old man, who turned around and took out a lotus leaf, packed some tofu flowers, and handed it to Long Yintian. But no, when my wife was young, she was a bean curd beauty. My old man was lucky to marry such a capable and virtuous wife. Seeing how many young masters are also from rich and noble families, they haven’t eaten much tofu flower, have they? These three A bowl of tofu flower, even if the old man invites you, just come and eat it often in the future!"
Qian Duoduo has a good temper, facing the sincerity of the two old people, she naturally didn't hold back, and accepted it after thanking them.
"Oh, how many times have I told you that you don't need to wash the dishes."
Qian Duoduo had just taken two steps when she heard the old man's reproachful voice behind her.
She turned her head curiously, but saw the old woman picking up the large coarse porcelain bowl on the table, sitting on a wooden chair, and started cleaning with a rag.
While washing, he raised his head and said with a smile: "What's the matter, don't you just wash a few dishes? You are in a hurry."
The old man grimaced, pulled the old woman up with one hand, and took over her job himself: "What's more, you didn't know that your hands had frostbite before? Although it's spring now, it's always okay to encounter cold water." Okay, if you hurt your beautiful hands again, you don't feel sorry for me, but I do."
Hearing the old man's rambling voice, the old lady laughed with a "pooh-" and said, "You're still pretty. She's quite old, with wrinkled hands all over her face. You're not afraid of being laughed at by some young masters."
Qian Duoduo was called by name, felt a little embarrassed to stare at him, coughed a few times, and wanted to turn around and leave, but what the old man said behind her made her stunned again.
He said: "I love my wife dearly. What's the joke? You are my only daughter-in-law. If I don't love you, who will love you!"
These words, like a tiny pebble, caused ripples in Qian Duoduo's heart, filled with infinite emotions.
He turned his head and glanced at the three men beside him. They were also tall and handsome, with outstanding brilliance, and their natural calmness and dignity made people fall in love with them.