Afterwards, the grandfather and grandson went out together and went shopping in a mall. Old Mr. Song specially picked out a little black dress for his granddaughter and bought her a pair of small high heels. He asked the shopping guide to dress up his precious granddaughter. It was almost noon when the grandfather and grandson rushed to the banquet venue.
Song Wanwan felt that her daughter had a man's heart, and that her grandfather had a little princess in his heart.
Chinese restaurant.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, its design style resembles the residences of wealthy nobles in ancient times.
Pushing the door and stepping into this Jiangnan style and charming Chinese aesthetic design, you seem to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the modern city. The windowsills are carved with flowers, and the fragrance of calligraphy and painting jumps with the breeze, revealing a little warmth. In this elegant and quiet place, it has both literary and artistic style and Chinese style.
The building is majestic and exudes exquisiteness everywhere.
This isn't a place that most people can afford...
"This little place is nice." Old Master Song looked around and exclaimed in admiration.
He was rather casual, wearing an ordinary set of cotton and linen trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, but the little old man had a tough demeanor, with his hands behind his back, walking and exclaiming.
"Grandpa, your friend must be rich or noble to be able to treat us to a meal here. This is a luxurious Chinese restaurant." Song Wanwan said to his grandfather in a low voice.
"What's the big deal? It's just a place to eat." Old Master Song didn't care at all about how ridiculously high the consumption level was. He just wanted to catch up with his old friend.
"That's right." Song Wanwan nodded and stopped smacking her lips. With her grandfather protecting her, she just had to take care of the food.
Guided by the experience ahead, the grandfather and grandson came to a pavilion on the shore.
The pavilion is hung with gauze, dancing in the wind, and these pastry delicacies are placed on the mahogany table in the middle.
A familiar figure sat there waiting.
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