Qin Shuwan listened with great interest. When she came to her senses, she saw her grandfather weaving a small and exquisite basket.
"Grandpa, I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good! This basket is so delicate and beautiful!"
The old man grinned and said, "Your grandfather has been practicing this craft for decades. Your father and his family have only learned the basics and can only make rough things, such as weaving baskets and bamboo mats. They can't do such delicate work."
Qin Shuwan didn't know if she could make it, but she really liked the basket her grandfather had woven. It wasn't just a basket, it was a work of art.
Without any decoration, the hollow flower basket is made of bamboo itself, and the hollow part is the essence.
Like a phoenix spreading its wings to fly, raising its head to soar into the sky, it is lifelike.
Qin Shuwan squatted on the side and watched with her eyes almost popping out. Grandpa's hands, baptized by time, flew deftly, not clumsy at all.
Just like that, a basket that could be called a work of art was revealed bit by bit. Until Qin Shuwan was holding the finished product in her arms, she still didn't come back to her senses.
She knew a saying that masters are among the common people, but she never thought that her grandfather would be a master.
Seeing his granddaughter stunned, the old man was very happy.
Back then, it was with his bamboo weaving skills that he won the beauty's smile. From then on, she fell in love with him and they would be buried together in the future.
The old man looked at the old lady. As someone who had lived for decades, even with just a glance, the old lady knew what the old man was thinking.
I glared at him angrily, "What are you showing off for? As if no one knows.
You are just fooling your granddaughter, huh!!!"
The old man stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully, "Haha! Yes, yes, I'm just showing off. Isn't this worthy of me showing off? If I didn't have this skill, how could my granddaughter have such a beautiful grandmother?"
Qin Shuwan, who was holding a basket, said: "...I was really caught off guard by this dog food."
The old lady turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to the old man.
Qin Shuwan rolled her eyes while holding the basket and said with a smile, "I can't even imagine how handsome my grandfather was when he was young. With such exquisite craftsmanship, he must have been the most outstanding man on that street."
Old Man Qin laughed heartily, "As expected of my granddaughter, not only does she look like me, but she also has the same vision as me."
Old Mrs. Qin couldn't bear it any longer. "Stop it! It's almost floating up to the sky, and it's all your fault. If it really is your fault, then the ancestors of the Qin family will be so anxious that they will jump out of their coffins.
Don’t you know what you look like? Humph!!!”
Anyone with eyes could see that his granddaughter looked like her. This damn old man was so shameless. With his burly build and bandit-like face, if his granddaughter really looked like him, it would be a huge sin!
Qin Shuwan held the basket in one hand and supported her chin with the other, sitting aside and watching her grandparents bickering and exposing each other's secrets. However, there was no anger in her eyes, only memories and happiness.
This is probably the most beautiful form of love! Even if you are gray-haired, hunched, and staggering, you are still each other's only one, and the stars in each other's eyes are still there.
Qin Shuwan didn't eat dinner here. When she got home, Qin Dahai and the others were having dinner.
Qin Dahai put down his bowl and asked, "Daughter, have you had dinner?"
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