"Well, did she agree?"
Mo Yichun looked at Mo Li in front of him with a fake smile, a hint of coldness on the corner of his lips: "Don't tell me you can't even handle such a small matter!"
"She agreed."
Mo Li was silent for a moment, then looked at her with confusion and worry: "What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."
Mo Yichun snorted coldly: "Remember your identity."
Mo Li: “…”
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"Old Yan, where did you buy your tea?"
Mr. Xu looked at him deeply, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Can you buy some for me too?"
"That's right, you can't keep it to yourself, introduce it to everyone."
Mr. Fang's eyes flickered slightly, and he joked half-seriously, "Everyone agrees, right?"
“Actually, I’m curious too!”
Mr. Mo, who was standing by, also looked at Mr. Yan with great interest: "Mr. Yan, can you tell me more?"
The old man on the other side didn't say anything, but looked at him with burning eyes.
Old Yan, who always has a quick temper, is now leisurely tasting Tianshan tea with an intoxicated look on his face.
Coming back to his senses, he remained calm, but his eyes were filled with smugness and pride: "Thank you for your kindness, I will share good things with everyone, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that my granddaughter bought this tea as a filial gift to me. I really don't know where she bought it!"
“…”
Several old men looked at each other, obviously a little bit unconvinced!
They all knew that the granddaughter that Old Yan was talking about was from the countryside. How could she have so much money to buy such rare and expensive tea? Wasn't he just fooling them?
"Old Yan, this is not very kind of you, is it?"
Mr. Fang glanced at everyone and said in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Don't use your granddaughter as an excuse, okay? We all know that she is from the countryside."
“What’s wrong with the countryside?”
Old Yan lowered his head and glared at them angrily: "How dare you say your ancestors didn't come from the countryside?"
Everyone was ashamed: "..."
Is this going to involve eighteen generations of ancestors?
Mr. Fang was stunned for a moment, his expression a little strange, and he was indignant: "Old Yan, can you be more straightforward and help us buy tea?"
"I really don't know how to answer you on this one."
"you……"
"Okay, since everyone is usually so nice, I'll ask my granddaughter someday if I can buy some for you!"
Seeing that everyone looked as if they had eaten shit, Mr. Yan couldn't help but feel proud, but responded with embarrassment.
As soon as he finished speaking, Butler Wang came over with a plate of fruit: "Dear gentlemen, have some fruit!"
"Hey, Lao Yan, why are you suddenly interested in this?"
Old Xu looked at the fruits on the fruit plate and looked at Old Yan curiously.
As far as he knew, Old Yan had always hated eating fruits!
"My granddaughter brought it."
Old Yan was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, but he seemed a little cocky and boastful: "This fruit is different from other fruits, you should try it!"
Several elders: "..."
Aren’t they just some ordinary fruits?
What's so special?
Is Mr. Yan exaggerating too much?
Seeing that they didn't move, Old Yan's face flashed with sarcasm: "If you don't want to eat, don't force yourself, but remember, don't blame me for not sharing with you in the future!"
"What are you talking about?"
Old Xu smiled faintly, reached out and took a piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eating more fruit helps the body digest, not bad!"
The next second, Mr. Xu widened his eyes, quickly swallowed the apple, and then took another piece of pear and put it into his mouth without hesitation.
The others were shocked when they saw this and looked at him in confusion: "Old Xu, what's wrong with you?"
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