Fu Nanli put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression was indifferent: "That is my job responsibility."
I don't mean to shake your hand.
Qiu Ya pursed her lips, withdrew her hand, and smiled awkwardly.
Fu Huaiyong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The brat didn't give any face to others, nor to him, an old man.
"Xiaoya is a violinist, just like your father. You like art, right? You two should have something in common."
Fu Nanli smiled superficially, "I'm not really interested in art. My girlfriend plays the pipa. Maybe Miss Qiu can chat with my girlfriend when she has time. We should have something in common."
Fu Huaiyong's face darkened.
Qiu Ya's expression flashed with embarrassment, but she soon regained her smile and asked, "Can I have that chance?"
Fu Nanli: "One of you is a Western musician, and the other is a folk musician, so you may not be able to get along with each other."
Qiu Ya smiled and said, "There is no distinction between Eastern and Western art."
Fu Nanli raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's getting late, Grandpa, can we eat now?"
Fu Huaiyong called Uncle Li: "Let's eat."
Uncle Li and Aunt Rong hurried to the kitchen to fetch the dishes.
Qiu Ya was arranged to sit next to Fu Nanli.
Ye Minqiu came down from upstairs and her eyebrows jumped when she saw this strange aura. The old man was arranging a blind date for Nan Li. Looking at her son's sinister expression, she really had no appetite at all.
Why did the old man bother? Why did he have to go against his own grandson
She pressed Fu Nanli's shoulder and said, "You sit opposite me. Xiaoya and I will sit together."
Qiu Ya hesitated to speak, Auntie, I don’t think so.
Fu Nanli immediately stood up and sat opposite him.
There were four people at the table, two of them had relaxed expressions, and two of them had expressions that were hard to describe.
Fu Huaiyong glanced at his daughter-in-law unhappily, "Wouldn't it be better to let the young people sit together? They have something in common."
Ye Minqiu pretended to be sad: "Dad, do you mean I'm old?"
How could Fu Huaiyong win over his eloquent daughter-in-law? "I didn't say you're old."
Fu Nanli: "You are not old, you look at most forty."
Ye Minqiu chuckled: "The last time I went to the beauty salon, my masseuse said I looked no older than 30. How did you add 10 years to my age out of thin air?"
"They just want to make money from you, so they'll naturally say what you want to hear. You're not so naive that you'll believe everything, right?"
Ye Minqiu chuckled, "It's harder than climbing to the sky to get you to say something nice."
The mother and son were talking incoherently, as if they were deliberately trying not to let Qiu Ya interrupt.
Ye Minqiu knows his son very well. In this boy's eyes and heart, there is only Wen Qiao. No one else can catch his eyes. Why should the old man be an unsympathetic elder
Fu Huaiyong sighed softly, and finally said, "Minqiu, is this your way of entertaining guests? How can you treat guests coldly?"
Qiu Ya quickly said, "Grandpa Fu, it's okay. I like listening to Auntie and Nan Li talking."
Ye Minqiu smiled, this girl is quite capable, much better than He Qian and He Yan. At least she doesn't seem offensive on the surface. Who doesn't like a well-educated and well-behaved girl
I hope she won’t be as obsessed as He Yan and like her son who is a cold-blooded animal except towards Wen Qiao.
Although Qiu Ya was reasonable, Fu Nanli remained indifferent. He lowered his eyes, held the chopsticks with his slender fingers, and picked up the dishes on the plate slowly and leisurely.
Ye Minqiu occasionally chatted with Qiu Ya, "I heard you play the violin?"
(End of this chapter)