This made Monk Jingchen furious and he yelled, "You little bastard, if you don't want to sleep with me, your master, then get yourself another room right away. I, an old man, don't want to sleep with you either. You snore every night and it's so noisy."
Gu Mingtai's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, the snoring you are talking about is just you, right?" He sleeps very well every day, okay?
Monk Jingchen was startled and pretended to be dead, asking, "Is it me? I never snore, okay? I always sleep soundly."
Gu Mingtai chuckled a few times and decided to ignore the old man.
Turning around, he found Zhang Meng and asked, "Xiao Meng, do we have to sleep separately?"
If I had known we would have to sleep separately here, I would rather not have come.
"There's nothing I can do. Grandma is old and can't take care of three kids by herself. I need some help."
After saying that, seeing that he still looked unhappy, he smiled, patted his arm and comforted him, "Don't be like this, it's only temporary."
Gu Mingtai looked at the three little guys chasing each other around the room and gritted his teeth. "This is the only way. If you have any problems, remember to come to me. Don't try to handle it all by yourself."
"Got it, hurry back to your room, be careful or the good beds will be taken by Master Jingchen.
When the young couple left, one stood at the door and waved with a smile, while the other was reluctant to leave and walked into the next room, looking back every few steps.
The family had a good sleep in the hotel. The next morning, after having breakfast arranged by the hotel, the Liao family sent someone to accompany Grandma Zhang and the others on the trip.
Zhang Meng, Gu Mingtai and Monk Jingchen followed another member of the Liao family and got into the car parked in front of the hotel and left.
As soon as I got in the car, there was already a middle-aged man who looked like a butler in the car.
"Everyone, I'm sent by the Liao family to greet you three. You can just call me Old Liao."
Monk Jingchen interrupted him anxiously, "Stop talking so much, let's go quickly."
Butler Liao didn't get angry after being interrupted. He just smiled and continued, "This must be Master Jingchen, right? My old man has already instructed me to treat you well."
Upon hearing this, Master Jingchen snorted softly, "This old man Liao is really nosy. Who asked him to send people to entertain me? Can't I entertain myself well? Humph."
Butler Liao smiled and turned to explain to Zhang Meng and Gu Mingtai where they were going.
Every time Butler Liao was speaking, Monk Jingchen would interrupt him and ask him how long it would take to arrive.
The car drove for half an hour and finally stopped.
After getting off the car and looking at the Liao family's house which was as big as a manor, Zhang Meng now completely believed what Monk Jingchen had said at the beginning. The Liao family was rich. The place they lived in was almost half the size of Zhangjia Village.
What Zhang Meng didn't know at this time was that this place was the ancestral hall of the Liao family.
As soon as the three got out of the car, they followed Butler Liao into the solemn house in front of them, which looked like a temple.
"You're here, come quickly, I'll take you to see my grandfather." Liao Qingting seemed to have been waiting here for a while. As soon as she saw Zhang Meng and the others, she immediately enthusiastically took her hand and walked inside.
At the innermost part, rows of wooden signs with the name Liao written on them were placed there. An elderly man stood in front of the signs.
Hearing the sound coming from behind, he quickly turned around and looked over, first looking at Zhang Meng who was being held by Liao Qingting, and a strange smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Old man Liao, I haven't seen you for so many years. You seem to have aged a lot." As soon as Monk Jingchen came over, he pointed at Mr. Liao and laughed.
Master Liao gave a faint smile and calmly replied, "Old Monk Jingchen, it seems that you haven't had a much better life than me. I guess the wrinkles on your face are more than mine."
Monk Jingchen, laughing loudly, was so offended by his words that his old face immediately became long and he snorted at him, "You are much older than me."
Mr. Liao continued to smile, as if nothing was a problem for him.
At this time, he looked at Zhang Meng with a smile, "You must be Zhang Meng, is your grandma in good health now?"
Zhang Meng didn't expect him to speak to her first. After a moment's pause, she immediately said, "My grandma is in good health."
Mr. Liao reached out and touched his face, and said in a tone of old age, "She must not have aged. She is still as beautiful as before. Unlike me, I am so old now. If she saw me like this, she would definitely laugh at me."
Hearing his tone, Zhang Meng felt that her grandmother knew this Mr. Liao.
But for some reason, she seemed to have never heard her grandmother mention this matter.
"Um, Mr. Liao, do you know my grandmother?" Out of curiosity, Zhang Meng couldn't help but ask this question.
Mr. Liao smiled, looking a little embarrassed, and said, "Of course I know him. Your grandma and your grandpa both know him. It's just that your grandpa was lucky enough to win your grandma's heart. Otherwise, I would be your grandpa."
Zhang Meng opened her mouth and was about to speak when suddenly a loud "Pah" sound came from her.
Monk Jingchen said angrily, "Shameless! Junior Sister won't be attracted to you. Stop flattering yourself."
Master Liao still had that smiling look on his face, "Little Junior Sister won't fall in love with me, and she won't fall in love with you either, otherwise you wouldn't have become a monk."
Monk Jingchen blushed and hesitated for a long time before finally coming up with a lame explanation, "Well, that's because I've seen through the mundane world, okay? I want to be a monk, okay?"
Mr. Liao snorted and laughed, his face full of disbelief. Monk Jingchen blushed even more angrily.
Only then did Zhang Meng realize that her grandmother had such a big relationship behind her.
I just don't know why her grandmother never mentioned these things to her.
Just as Monk Jingchen's face was about to burn red, he remembered the purpose of their visit. His expression immediately returned to normal. He couldn't wait to step forward and grab Master Liao's arm, "Old man Liao, is that story you asked your granddaughter to spread true? I'm telling you, don't try to lie to me about this, or I'll make you pay."
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