After saying this, he turned around and left in a hurry without waiting for Mr. Fu's consent.
After the Bai family finished their meal, Mr. Bai had nothing better to do and took a look at the things Fu Yunzheng had brought. The old man spotted the two boxes with traditional Chinese characters on them, saying "Top-grade tribute tea," and he couldn't help but slap his thigh.
"Hey, is Old Man Fu mistaken because of his old age? He was so generous as to give me two jars of premium tribute tea? When did he become so generous?"
Bai Yalan leaned over to take a look and asked curiously, "Grandpa, is this expensive?"
She didn't know much about tea.
Mr. Bai affirmed, "Of course. Even if you have money, you can't necessarily buy it. It's just Old Man Fu. If someone else wants to give such expensive tea as a gift, there must be something wrong with their conduct!"
Bai Yalan felt even more puzzled. "Grandpa, I don't understand what you mean. Why didn't Grandpa Fu take it?"
"Well, he has a daughter who married a businessman. His ancestors all ran tea shops. During the Anti-Japanese War, they even donated several fighter planes to the army."
"Oh, I see!"
Bai Yalan didn't ask any more questions, so Old Man Bai asked again, "Oh, by the way, what's in the other box?"
Bai Yalan was startled, and subconsciously pushed the bottles and jars in front of her, "Nothing else, everything is here."
Mr. Bai was puzzled, "Aren't there two boxes for things?"
Bai Yalan tried to remain calm and replied decisively: "Yes, that's all, but they are packed in two boxes."
Mr. Bai didn't doubt it, "Oh, I see."
Bai Yalan replied affirmatively: "Yes!"
I wonder what my grandfather would think if he knew that Fu Yunzheng also gave him a rabbit lantern.
To avoid trouble, let’s not talk about it for now.
It’s just a lantern anyway. Maybe the other party is giving it to me as a small Mid-Autumn Festival gift for my grandfather’s sake.
This Mid-Autumn Festival is destined to be a time of joy for some and sorrow for others.
Qin Kaishen stood in an empty corner outside the family compound for a long time, holding a lot of things in his hands.
He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't bring himself to ask other people in the family compound which household Bai Yalan's family lived in.
Besides, the attitude of the Bai family's grandfather and grandson last time made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He couldn't be sure now whether Bai Yalan was still angry. If she was still sulking, wouldn't he be asking for trouble by coming to her house?
After thinking about it, I finally brought the things with me, but then went back with them in a bad mood.
He also thought of Lu Qing'er, wondering if he could take the opportunity to visit her and see how she was doing.
But then she thought again, she was already Gu Fujun's woman, and the couple was celebrating the holiday affectionately, so how could he respond by visiting them?
Besides, theirs was a military marriage, and whether Lu Qing'er was doing well or not didn't seem to be something he could worry about.
Thinking of this, Qin Kaishen became even more depressed.
At this moment, he was thinking about Lu Qing'er and was not in a good mood because it was Mid-Autumn Festival.
Because she was angry, she didn't even plan to prepare a meal. Gu Fujun often cooked when he was free at home, so she just did it herself and prepared a table full of dishes. After much persuasion, she finally coaxed him to come out for dinner. The couple reluctantly got together and spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together.
There were only two of them, and it seemed quite deserted. Lu Qing'er thought of her own parents, and inevitably recalled the happy scene of Bai Yalan's family of four that she saw yesterday. The gap was too big, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red again. As she ate, tears began to fall again.
Gu Fujun suddenly felt overwhelmed. "Wife, I was wrong. I was wrong, isn't that enough? I've apologized to you hundreds of times. It's a big holiday, so please don't be sad anymore."
He felt extremely helpless in his heart. He was not marrying a wife, but worshipping an ancestor!
He gets angry easily and always needs to be coaxed.
Even though he was a rough and carefree man, he couldn't bear it at the moment.
Seeing the other person's bewildered look, and then looking at the table full of dishes in front of her, all prepared by Gu Fujun alone, Lu Qing'er finally burst into laughter and said, "It was your fault from the beginning. Let's see if you dare to make me angry again in the future."
"No, no, my little aunt, come here, I'll drink a glass of wine as punishment." Gu Fujun begged for mercy again and again, and finally coaxed the woman to turn the drizzle into cloudy weather.
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