Even with a sneer inside, the expression is always harmless.
But the silent gesture is a kind of guilty conscience in Shen Yan's eyes!
"Could it be... You don't know Grandpa's birthday?"
"Enough Xiao Yan." Shen Chunjiang curled his eyebrows, "eat well."
"Dad-don't be angry! I just asked, she really didn't prepare a gift?" He said, poking the rice in the bowl, seemingly angry, and muttered in a low voice, "Grandpa's birthday is only a year old. Once, I certainly want his old man to be happy, but some people are too careless..."
Pink lips pursed, and between the lines there was distress for the old man.
No one would think she was aggressive, but she was naive and innocent.
Sure enough, a kind smile appeared on Shen Zongming's face. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shen Wei—
She waved her hand again and again, hurriedly defending: "No... I know Grandpa's birthday..."
"Since you know, what about the gift?" Shen Yan sneered, and a dark light flashed across her eyes.
The more you explain, the more wrong you are, the more you quibble, the more panic you get. If you can still use "the one who doesn't know is not guilty" to get through before, then Shen Xu has already driven himself to the cliff with a word.
It's so stupid!
Either being unfilial or admitting to lying, in either case, Shen Zongming will be disgusted unless she can conjure gifts empty-handed.
Obviously, this is impossible.
Shen Yan wiped her mouth gracefully to cover up the gloating smile on the corners of her lips.
All eyes quickly gathered towards Shen Hou, including Shen Qian, who had never spoken.
Under everyone's gaze, the girl seemed to be more nervous. From her trembling hands tightly gripping the knife and fork, she knew the panic and panic in her heart at this moment.
Shen Zongming retracted his gaze. Although he had no feelings for this sudden granddaughter, he was inevitably disappointed. The sentence "Forget it" was just brewing, but Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl's raising her head—
A pair of clear and azure black eyes shone with sparkling waves, which turned out to be a little faint, and then turned to the old man sitting on the top of the head.
Take a deep breath and take out a party... silk kerchief
"It's not a precious thing, I didn't want to show it ashamed," the girl pursed her lips, looked at Shen Yan who was opposite, and then showed a soft smile: "But my sister is right, and the price is second."
"You think you can take a veil and say a few words, and you can give it to grandpa as a birthday gift? Who knows where it came from?" Shen Yan sneered.
The girl's eyes darkened and her lips moved, but after all, she didn't say anything to argue.
Maybe, it’s really embarrassing...
I don't know why, Shen Qian can actually interpret her inner thoughts from the girl's demeanor and actions.
"Let me see."
The big, well-knotted palm came into view, and Shen Hou obediently passed the silk kerchief over.
The man held it in his hand for a close look, and instantly raised his eyes, his stern gaze fell on the girl, with a bit of scrutiny and judgment, with a vague alert.
Shen Hou looked blank.
She... Did something wrong again
"Aqian, what's the matter?"
"Grandpa, if I am not mistaken, the pattern on this silk kerchief should be Su embroidery..."
In the modern society where machine production and assembly line production have become large-scale, for people other than collectors, the word "embroidery" is the only primitive craft that exists in ancient books.
In particular, under the premise that the craftsmen have a single pass, the real embroidery skills are only in the hands of a few people, and among them, the most famous Su embroidery, the descendants are even rarer.
Nowadays, the works that can be called authentic "Su Embroidery" have been divided up by collectors with strong financial resources, and there are very few in the world.
Of course, the scarcity is the most expensive thing, and the fewer things, the more popular it is.
Mr. Shen is one of them.
In his own words, "Extreme in inkstone, only Su in embroidery."
In the inkstone, only the end inkstone is loved; in the embroidery, only the Su embroidery is the only one.
The small silk handkerchief in Shen Qian's hand is decorated with authentic Su embroidery.
"Brother, please be more reliable, OK? How can she afford to buy Su embroidery with money? It must be a fake." Shen Yan's expression was exaggerated, and the corners of her eyebrows murmured.
Shen Qian shook his head, "It's not a fake. And, it's not bought."
Shen Yan gestured to pull, was gently avoided by the man, and then handed it to the old man: "Let's take a look."
As one of the experts, Shen Zongming has long been trained to be fierce, nodded in no time, affirming the grandson's judgment: "It is true."
Shen Yan stood up in disbelief, and clasped Shen Hou's hand across the dining table: "Okay, you are a thief!"
Shen Wei was stunned: "I am not!"
"Then how did this veil come from? You say—" She didn't believe it anyway, because the poor man Shen Wei had the money to buy collections as a gift.
"I gave it to Grandpa by embroidering it myself!" Shen Hou suddenly exerted force and shook her hand away.
Shen Yan gasped and almost staggered into a chair. It was a shame!
Shen Hou changed his weak posture, his eyes were red, and he almost roared: "You can dislike me, but you can't slander me!"
As soon as these words came out, the audience was suppressed by the sudden outbreak of the girl.
But soon, the sound of sobbing brought everyone back to reality. Although a kitten can brighten its claws, it is a cat after all and cannot become a tiger.
Shen Hun resisted her tears, but her trembling lips and red nose all revealed her strength at the moment, "I embroidered the kerchief myself, I didn't steal it!"
After a word, I tried my best to argue, "If you don't believe it, you can look at the tattoo in the upper right corner, which contains the name of grandpa."
Congratulations to the seventy-fifth birthday of Mr. Shen Zongming-Hou Zi
The kerchief is not big, it is the length and width of two palms of an adult man, and the characters are even smaller.
Shen Zongming also took a long distance, and only after careful identification can he see clearly, and then look at the content of the picture-"Peng Zu Plays with Ghosts", which perfectly fits the theme of birthday celebrations.
I am afraid that the world can no longer find a piece of Su embroidery products that can resemble the one in his current hands. In other words, this is tailor-made for him, Shen Zongming!
"Huh? It turned out to be the subtle embroidery in Su embroidery!"
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