In the living room, the TV was playing the TV series "Poetry and Wine While You're Young" starring Ruan Chu.

Ruan Chu has been very popular recently, and the drama has also become popular.

The birthday boy, Mr. Ruan, made himself a cup of tea, and then continued to browse Ruan Chu’s Weibo super topic with his mobile phone, chasing stars in his daily life.

Mr. Ruan was enjoying himself by arguing with haters when the housekeeper suddenly coughed and reminded him, "The eldest lady is here."

Mr. Ruan then hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket.

Seeing Ruan Chu carrying something over, Mr. Ruan's nose twitched: "Chu Chu, what is this? It smells so good?"

"I made longevity noodles for grandpa. I wish you a happy birthday." Ruan Chu put the noodles in front of him and said with a smile.

Ruan Chu is good at knife skills. He carved the carrot slices into the shape of "Happy Birthday" and placed it on the soup, which looked bright and interesting.

The longevity noodles she made were also very particular. One long noodle made up a bowl, and before cooking and serving them, she would check to see if they were broken, for good luck.

Mr. Ruan nodded with a kind smile. The table was filled with expensive gifts, but none of these gifts made him feel as comfortable as this bowl of hot longevity noodles.

"Happy birthday, Grandpa."

Gu Yang and others also celebrated Mr. Ruan's birthday together.

Mr. Ruan, who was eating noodles, looked up at Gu Yang and pushed the purple clay teapot in front of her. "Chu Chu's noodles are delicious, but the soup is a little salty."

Gu Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She sat down opposite him and made tea elegantly. "Okay, Grandpa, I'll make tea for you right away."

Mr. Ruan snorted softly, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes deepened.

"Ruan Chu, it's your grandfather's birthday, why are you only cooking a bowl of longevity noodles?"

Ruan Zhihao has never liked his daughter Ruan Chu, and couldn't help but scold her whenever he got the chance.

He came over with a gift box, which was exquisitely packaged, and the tea set inside could be seen through the transparent film.

Ruan Zhihao said to Mr. Ruan in a flattering manner: "Dad, I know you like to collect tea sets. This is an antique tea set that I spent a lot of money to buy. It is from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty..."

Gu Yang, who was brewing tea, looked up and said, "Fake."

Ruan Zhihao immediately fell silent and looked at Gu Yang with dissatisfaction, "What fake? What do you know, little bastard?"

Gu Zhaoming and Ruan Xueling both frowned when they heard this.

Ruan Xueling immediately defended him, "Our Yangyang recognized antiques on a variety show before, so of course she knows. On the contrary, you, second brother, spend all day drinking and partying with those bad friends, and now you are playing with antiques. Don't get cheated and help count the money."

Old Master Ruan glanced at Ruan Zhihao, picked up a cup of tea brewed by Gu Yang, sipped it slowly, but his eyes stayed on Gu Yang.

Gu Yang blinked innocently, "Isn't it obvious? Second uncle, your antique doesn't even have the most basic skin and patina. And look at this thief light, it must have been burned for less than two years."

Ruan Zhihao was just a middle-aged playboy. He didn't understand anything and was completely confused by what he heard.

He didn't take Gu Yang's words seriously and rolled his eyes. "It's just marketing my personality on a variety show. Do you take it seriously? Dad, you know your business. Don't listen to Gu Yang's nonsense."

He quickly opened the gift box, took out a teacup, and exposed the bottom. "Look, there's a seal engraved on it!"

Mr. Ruan took the teacup and turned it around. "How much did it cost?"

Ruan Zhihao was eager to show off, so he shouted louder, "Eight million."

In fact, he only spent 5 million. The person who introduced him to the house said that it was originally 8 million, but he sold it to him for 5 million because of his brother.

Mr. Ruan was so angry that he blew his nose and glared, and threw the teacup at him, "This thing is just like a teacup that costs more than ten yuan in the supermarket. How dare you use it to embarrass yourself? (End of this chapter)