As soon as Song's mother entered the room, she saw the child, but she couldn't just hold the child and do nothing. Wouldn't that make her come just to eat?
"How can this be possible? Our whole family comes here and only opens their mouths to eat, without even stretching out their hands. The old man and the old lady also live here, and you usually take care of them. How can this be tolerated?"
Mother Lin blinked and said, "We are all family now, come on, come on."
Seeing that she said so, Song's mother no longer hesitated and ran to the corridor.
I took Sanbao from Grandma Song.
"Baby, do you miss grandma? Grandma misses you so much."
She carefully picked up Sanbao's little hand and held it in her palm, with unmeltable tenderness in her eyes and heart.
When the Song family arrived, Zhang Guilian and Wang Chunhua also came back to eat, while Li Zhaodi was still busy at the stall.
It was lunchtime, and the rest of the people had arrived one after another.
Zhou Lie and Xiaomei came by car. Xiaomei had to go to training, so she waited until the morning training was over before coming here for fear of missing classes.
Tong Yiyong also came with a big bag of things.
Song Yiyuan pretended to be angry and said, "You came here so late to wait for me to wash the dishes?"
Tong Yiyong raised his fist and hit Song Yiyuan hard in the chest.
"I came so late because I wanted to prepare a birthday present for my little sister. Let me tell you, this present of mine is more valuable than anyone else's."
His words caused dissatisfaction among everyone in the yard.
It was Lin Qingqing's birthday one day. Everyone prepared a gift, but he actually said his gift was the most valuable.
First of all, the three old men were the most dissatisfied.
Grandpa Song laughed heartily: "Tong boy, your grandpa is here, why are you bragging?"
Tong Yiyong raised the big black bag in his hand and said even more proudly: "That's what I said. Let me judge for myself later."
Hearing him calling her "little sister" all the time, Lin Baojun and his brothers felt quite jealous, because that was obviously their little sister.
Lin Qingqing appeared in the corridor, covering her mouth and laughing: "Then I'll have to take a good look."
Grandma Song took out a small wooden box from the room, handed it to Lin Qingqing and said, "Tong boy, you are so good at bragging. I will compete with you tomorrow."
"Qingqing, take a look at this." Lin Qingqing hurried over and took the box.
When I opened it, I found it was a black porcelain Jianzhan from the Ding Kiln of the Song Dynasty.
I'm afraid the starting price for this project will be tens of millions.
"This is the teacup that Emperor Huizong of Song usually used to drink tea. Tong boy, can you still say that yours is the most valuable?"
When Grandma Song said this, everyone was shocked. Things used by the emperor of the Song Dynasty must be worth a lot of money.
The two old men Cai Tong were also very shocked.
This was Old Song’s most valuable collection, and he just gave it away like that.
Mother Song glanced at the box in Lin Qingqing's hand, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Zhou Yingying and Zhuang Chaoyue felt jealous for a moment. Ever since Lin Qingqing married into the Song family, Grandpa not only held a wedding ceremony, but also gave so many good things to his fourth brother and his wife. He was always generous with gifts.
This comparison makes it seem that Grandpa Song is more biased.
Tong Yiyong glanced at everyone's faces and said calmly, "This Jianzhan is not as valuable as mine."
"Hey~ you kid." Old Master Cai glared at Tong Yiyong and said, "Qingqing, open his bag and take a look. I want to know what's in that big, bulging bag."
"Hey." Lin Qingqing was also curious.
She put the box on the stone table and walked towards Tong Yiyong.
Everyone stretched their necks to see what was at the bottom of the box. When giving gifts, people say the smaller the box, the more precious it is. The big, angular package looked like a book or something.
When Lin Qingqing approached, Tong Yiyong untied the bag and asked with a wink, "Little sister, how is it? Is it good enough?"
Lin Qingqing nodded solemnly: "Very good, very good."
She gave a thumbs up and gave a big thumbs up.
Tong Yiyong smiled immediately when he saw the thumbs-up, and gave the whole bag to Lin Qingqing as if it were free.
"Take it back to the house and keep it safe."
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