In order to express his inner feelings of "joy" and "gratefulness", Shen Hou personally cut a fruit plate.
The outermost layer is orange petals, and the golden skin is cleverly cut into shapes; the inner layer is neatly stacked watermelon strips, well-proportioned in size, and all seeds are removed; the inner layer is cut into pieces. Pomegranate; with bright red cherry tomatoes stacked in the middle.
Put it in the crystal tray, not only the color is bright, but also the index finger is moved.
Shen Hun took the lead to arrive in front of Shen Zongming, smiling with a hint of timidity, but there was a closeness that could not be concealed.
"Grandpa, can you taste it?"
"Houhou..." Shen Chunjiang wanted to remind her that the old man would not eat fruit after nightfall, but before she could say anything, she saw Shen Zongming picking a piece of guava and putting it in his mouth.
Yang Lan raised her eyebrows.
Shen Yan was indignant.
Shen Chunjiang was surprised. He knew how stubborn his father was, and he seldom broke conventions for anyone.
Shen Hun's reaction was normal. As an "uninformed person," she had nothing but happiness on her face.
He turned his head back with a smile, and calmly said to Shen Chunjiang: "Dad, don't worry, I'll give you the next one."
She thought that the "Houhou" that Shen Chunjiang called before was to be the first to eat the fruit plate.
The man can't laugh or cry.
Yang Lan's face was not very good, and she kept changing channels with the remote control to divert her attention.
Shen Yan folded her arms and sneered, "Heh..." pretending to be!
Of course, Shen Xun knew that Shen Zongming would definitely give her this face. After all, at noon, she and Shen Yan broke out such a big "war", the old man never came forward.
Yes, Shen Zongming was at home at the time.
The possibility of not hearing such a loud voice was almost zero, but he never appeared, even when Shen Wei was "caught" by Shen Yan to the ground and pinched his neck, he did not even notice.
If Shen Chunjiang did not rush back in time, no one knew what the consequences would be.
Since Shen Zongming had beaten her, he should naturally give her a sweet date.
That's why Shen Hun dared to ask the old man to eat the fruit plate so surely.
"Auntie," she walked up to Yang Lan in a respectful and submissive posture, "you can try it too?"
Yang Lan casually took a cherry fruit, "Thank you."
"Sister Yan?"
"No appetite, just let it go."
Shen Hun nodded, enough to stop.
Nine o'clock.
The old man went upstairs to rest.
Ten o'clock.
Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan returned to the room.
In the huge living room, Shen Yan and Shen Hou each took one side of the sofa.
A comedy movie was playing on TV. The two watched, but no one laughed.
Shen Yan was the first to lose his patience and raised his hand to overturn the fruit bowl on the coffee table. Fortunately, a thick wool carpet was spread on the ground. Therefore, the plate was not broken and naturally there was no loud noise.
However, he was heard by the servant on duty and hurried over to check.
Seeing this, stagnated.
One is the coquettish second lady, and the other is the third lady who has just won the "new favorite"-neither is easy to mess with.
At this time, Shen Zongming's "not hate" for Shen Hun and the benefits of Shen Chunjiang's many protections for her came.
Throughout the ages, this servant has always met the windshield the most, depending on the face of the person.
Shen Yan obviously found this too.
He roared directly: "Get out!"
The maid slid like a pardon.
Shen Wei yawned and got up, without looking at the spoiled fruit plate on the carpet, he went straight upstairs.
"You stop me—"
Shen Yan caught up.
Shen Hui turned her head, she was already standing on the spiral staircase at this time, and Shen Yan fell behind, suddenly a lot shorter.
"You..." The angle of looking up made Shen Yan very uncomfortable, as if her momentum was too short.
Shen Wei laughed to himself, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "When I fell, you seemed to be very happy? Why not, you also have this taste?"
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Yesterday I was dissatisfied with the saved manuscript, and revised it; today I am dissatisfied with yesterday’s, and amended; tomorrow may be dissatisfied with today’s and continue to be cheap again! This may be a crazy fish! Tomorrow, tomorrow I will not read the archived manuscripts, I will just throw it aside, don’t look at it, so I won’t be itchy and want to change it, um! That's it, ten o'clock tomorrow! Ten o'clock! Ten o'clock! Not on time, live streaming and eat shit! Ahhh!
PS: On the side note, this book really made this fish painstakingly painstaking, so it is worth a look, everyone, hurry up and get into the pit! muah!