On the third day of the program, the live broadcast was slightly delayed because some guests came to visit.
Yan Qiao originally thought she could sleep in, but who knew that Grandpa Song would come over early in the morning.
"I wanted to come over yesterday, but it was too late and I was afraid of disturbing your rest."
He came here purely to see the pile of wood in Yan Qiao's yard.
"Grandpa, if you like it, I can have someone send it to you so you don't have to make an extra trip."
The old man waved his hand, saying he wouldn't stoop to taking his granddaughter's things.
"I just came to take a look. These woods are really good, especially these golden nanmu woods, which are very suitable for making furniture."
Yan Qiao nodded, "Then I'll send it to be made into furniture later."
I'll keep the rosewood for myself.
The old man stood up with his hands behind his back and said, "Qiaoqiao, since you already have this wood to make furniture, I suggest you donate your old furniture to the museum. Because some of that furniture is damaged and needs to be repaired by professionals, it can be better preserved in the museum."
This courtyard house has been uninhabited for a long time. The furniture here has been damaged over the years and is not suitable for daily use.
Instead of hogging the space here, you might as well just donate it.
Yan Qiao thought about it and felt that what Grandpa Song said made sense.
"Grandpa, do you know anyone here? Just call someone over to move it."
Old Master Song was taken aback. "Don't you need to think about it?"
After all, they are all valuable items.
Yan Qiao shook her head. "To me, these things are useless anyway, they're the same everywhere."
She had no intention of selling it, and she didn't need it, so donating it was the most appropriate thing to do.
The old man was extremely comforted, not expecting her to be so open-minded.
Even though Yan Qiao grew up in the Yan family, her nature and original intentions remained unchanged.
A child like this will thrive anywhere.
"Okay, let Grandpa contact someone to come and move your things. Hopefully, it won't interfere with your recording."
Yan Qiao glanced at the time and said, "Just move out before ten o'clock."
The old man nodded, got up, and went out to make a phone call.
As soon as the phone call ended, Pei Jingzhan came out.
The two had met before and were already acquainted.
But when the old man saw him this time, he felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember why.
Soon, the old man contacted people from the museum, who came over.
Looking at the furniture haphazardly piled up in the side room, the person in charge felt a pang of heartache.
But Yan Qiao is the donor, so he has no reason to turn around and criticize her.
Not only should we not criticize her, but we should also praise Yan Qiao for her magnanimity.
Yan Qiao calmly watched them move their things away, and only locked the side room again after it was empty.
The old man asked, "Why is the house locked when it's empty?"
Yan Qiao said, "It would be troublesome if Brother Zhang found out it was empty later."
I'll have to explain it all over again later.
She donated the items and that was that; she didn't think she was particularly virtuous, and she certainly didn't want to use it to gain attention online.
Before the old man left, Yan Qiao gave him the rosewood bracelet she had made the day before.
“It’s not something very precious, but I made it myself, so Grandpa has to keep it.”
The old man held the bracelet, his smile so wide it almost disappeared from his eyes.
"Of course we have to keep it carefully. Grandpa will wear it every day from now on."
He only had one son, Song Yinsheng, and his only grandchildren were Song Jing and Yan Yaoyao, whom he wasn't very close to.
This was the first time he had ever received a gift from his granddaughter, and he was overjoyed.
Back home, I couldn't wait to roll up my sleeves in this freezing weather.
"Dad, you're back?" Yan Shu looked at him, feeling that the old man was acting a bit strange.
Grandpa Song responded, "Sigh, I originally wanted to see those pieces of wood, but Qiaoqiao insisted on giving me a string of beads, saying she made them herself. Do you think they're pretty?"
Yan Shu's lips twitched slightly. "Beautiful."
Despite the old man's troubled expression, the corners of his lips were practically turned up in a smile.
He felt that wearing a coat was affecting his performance, so when he saw Shi Yuehua walk in from outside, he immediately took off his coat.
"Our old in-laws are back."
Shi Yuehua looked at his bright smile and felt puzzled.
"Why are you so happy today? Did you find some money?"
"No, it's even more exciting than finding money. Look at my beads, aren't they beautiful?"
Shi Yuehua then noticed that the old man was wearing a string of beads on his wrist. "Oh, is it made of Hainan rosewood? The fragrance is quite authentic."
The old man seemed to have found a resonance, and clapped his hands vigorously with a smile.
"That's right! She made it herself quietly. I told her I didn't need it, but she insisted on giving it to me. Isn't it beautiful?"
Looking at the smile on his face, Shi Yuehua suddenly felt that he was somewhat repulsive.
Ha, acting like everyone else has one.
She glanced down at her wrist; she had many pieces of jewelry, but none were gifts from her granddaughter.
She lost this round.
After showing off to her, the old man picked up his phone and called his old friends.
"Old Qi, it's me, Old Song. I haven't gone back to Tongxiang yet. I'll find you for tea when I get back. Oh, right, how did you know my granddaughter gave me a string of huanghuali wood beads? They're so beautiful! Wait a minute, I'll take a picture and show you!"
He made several such calls in a row, and then he actually pulled all these people into a group chat, where he patted his wrist repeatedly.
Shi Yuehua laughed in exasperation, "It's just a bracelet, is it really that big of a deal?"
Old Master Song clicked his tongue, "My dear in-law, that's because you don't have it. If you did, you wouldn't think it's a big deal."
Shi Yuehua was so angry with him that she didn't even want to eat.
Yan Shu called out, "Dad!"
That Yan Qiao is really something, how could she only send a gift to the old man? That's not fair.
Fortunately, not long after, Shi Yuehua received a video call from Yan Qiao.
"Grandma, I made a string of rosewood beads yesterday and ordered it to be delivered to you in the same city. Please remember to sign for it."
Shi Yuehua's mood instantly brightened, and she burst into laughter.
"You child, making this thing must be very tiring, don't exhaust yourself."
Yan Qiao smiled and waved her hand, "I'm not tired. I still need to make some for my parents. I've never given you any gifts before, but this wood carving is something I can be proud of."
After hanging up the video call, Shi Yuehua finally felt relieved and began to wait anxiously at home.
After much anticipation, the items finally arrived, and Shi Yuehua couldn't wait to take them out.
The beads are slightly smaller than the old man's, making them more suitable for women's wrists, and they fit very well when worn.
The finishing touch was a Buddha statue carved from beads, which looked very exquisite, and Shi Yuehua liked it more and more the more she looked at it.
Grandpa Song looked at her bracelet, then at his own, and secretly compared them.
He only had round beads, no Buddha statues.
Fortunately, his beads were bigger, and thinking about it that way, he felt better.
Shortly after, he received a picture from Shi Yuehua on WeChat.
Looking at the beaded string in the picture, Grandpa Song exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you even posting pictures of me?"
Shi Yuehua said "Oh," and then added, "Sorry, I just learned how to do this. It's a group message, so everyone who has added me on WeChat can receive it."
The old man looked on in surprise, "There's such a function? My dear in-law, please teach me, you're so trendy!"
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