Chun Niang took out a cup, filled most of it with a handle pot, and put it in front of Simao, Simao lifted the cup and took a dry mouthful, and was instantly scalded, it turned out that Chun Niang's tea was put aside for a while, the cup dissipated quickly, but the pot was different, it could store the heat, this hot tea was in the mouth, and it couldn't be swallowed and spit out, and Simao held back tears and tears.

Chun Niang couldn't hold back a smile and deliberately asked, "What's wrong?" What are you crying about? ”

Simao finally swallowed the hot tea with difficulty, and wiped his tears casually: "It's nothing, sister, you are too good to Simao, I was moved."

Hearing this, Chun Niang finally couldn't hold back, and burst out loud with joy, looking forward to it: "When will you be in shape, and you will be flamboyant all day long."

Simao smiled faintly: "Yes, no kidding, sister, you must have something to order, right?" Simao listened attentively. ”

"My dad wants to see you......."

This sentence made Simao almost jump up from the stool, his heart flashed, and countless thoughts turned around in an instant, looking at Chun Niang in a daze, his eyes did not blink.

"What do you think?"

"I didn't think about anything?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Whatever you think, I don't think about anything anyway."

Chun Niang reacted at this time, and she was never Simao's opponent, only violence was the most effective weapon against him, so she stretched out her hand and pinched him again, and the conversation that had just entered the main topic was diverted again.

Simao grinned and said, "Yes, don't make trouble, or you won't be able to talk about business until noon, my sister will give me a thorough understanding, what is your father looking for me for?"

Chun Niang was not vague, and learned yesterday's situation to Simao, of course, her father's last sentence "Is it unintentional or deliberate".

After listening to this, Simao groaned for a long time, and a pair of dark and bright eyes looked at Chun Niang without blinking and said, "Sister, tell me the truth, does your father want to touch my mind?"

Simao said a word, but Chun Niang didn't know how to interface. Simao stretched out his hand to stop her: "Yes, sister, you don't have to say anything, this matter has nothing to do with you, I can't let you eat this sandwich cake, you just told me bluntly, and Simao will admit it." Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the house to meet Old Man Yan. As he spoke, Simao didn't drag his feet, and got up and walked out.

When Chun Niang was hesitating, looking at Simao's expression and words, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart, looking at Simao's much taller head, I don't know when it had faded away, and whispered to herself: "What kind of man."

Chun Niang's careful thoughts just now didn't last for a moment, and she was shattered in an instant. Simao suddenly turned around and said with a hippie smile: "Sister, if you want to tell me what you just thought, I'll tell you what I was thinking just now."

Chun Niang's pretty face was full of smiles, her lips were lightly opened, her breath was like an orchid, and a word came out: "Get out!"

Yan Xingji has always had a habit of getting up early, that is, practicing boxing to boil his muscles and bones, but he practiced hard skills when he was young, and began to play Tai Chi when he was old, all year round, rain or shine.

After a punch, he took the sweat towel handed over by the old servant, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, picked up the baby teapot from the rattan table, and drank a sip of hot spring tea. Yan Xingji opened one eye and glanced at Simao standing under the old acacia in the courtyard.

I saw Simao wearing an imitation silk crescent white gown standing neatly and neatly, wearing a placket dark pattern horse coat, snow-white cuffs turned up, without a trace of stains, a pair of cloth shoes with round mouth mille-feuille soles under his feet were not standing up, his body was straight, not worthy of gold, nor wearing jade, so he was neither humble nor arrogant, not impatient or impatient, he stood steadily for a long time, a pair of slightly smiling eyes were bright in black and white, and his whole body was full of a bit of Songyue's quiet taste. Yan Xingji first shouted hello in his heart, having such a bearing and scene at such an age can be regarded as the only time he has seen it in his life.

"You are Zhang Simao, I have met your father a few times, but this is the first time you have met, not bad, not bad........."

Simao stepped up to a thousand and gave a thousand salutes to the elders: "Old man, you are the hope of one party, although you have admiration on weekdays, you don't dare to make a visit, today I am fortunate to be called, since you know my father, Simao will take the liberty to treat the elders with the etiquette of respect......." As he spoke, he handed over the two packs of brocade boxes he was holding in one hand to his hands and held them to his chest: "These two packs of Yongxi Huoqing show the hearts of the younger generations."

Yan Xingji has always been fond of tea, and he has turned to nourish his qi for the blood of his youth, and he also specializes in the tea ceremony, and blurted out when he heard the name of the tea: "This is a tribute, and it is rare to see Hui tea in leisure, and there is no place to exchange it for silver, so it is rare for you to work hard and bother." Did you eat early in the morning? ”

Simao replied honestly: "I don't dare to let the old man wait for a long time, I got up at dawn and asked to see him, and now I still have an empty stomach!"

Yan Xingji laughed: "That's right, you don't have to see outside, I eat your tea, you disturb me for a meal, how about not owing each other?" Let's go, let's go, let's have a morning drink together. As he spoke, he took the tea and handed it to the old servant, took Simao's hand, and walked out in the car.

Simao followed closely, only to feel that Yan Xingji's palm was covered with a thick layer of calluses, and it was like cast iron when he held it, so he gasped and said with a bitter smile: "The strength of the old man's hands is really unbearable." ”

Yan Xingji let go of his hand seemingly casually, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "The old man is from a rocking boat and oars, and his hands are a little stronger, unlike you young people, who are pampered, and few of them can eat the hardships of boiling their muscles and bones." ”

Simao just smiled faintly and didn't answer. The two of them just left the Yan Mansion and walked through Jubao Street not far to the Chunniang Teahouse. Along the way, there were people who couldn't stop saying hello to Yan Xingji, greeting him, and Simao on the side was also followed by admiring eyes all the way, making him suddenly feel that he had become a character in the fox and the fake tiger at this moment.

Fortunately, Yan Xingji doesn't like to show off on the horse's head table like Xu Sandao, which makes Simao secretly happy. After entering the store, it was full of color as usual, of course, it was still in the spirit of Yan Xingji, and Simao simply hung far behind, drawing a clear line and keeping a distance. Chunniang saw Simao's expression on the side, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, stepped forward to relieve the siege quietly, and directly brought the two into a private room. The butt has not yet sat down, and someone outside is like flowing water, and someone arranges for a guy to send you a pot of wine, he sends a cage of roasted wheat, and it takes less than a moment, and slowly sets a table, Simao can't help but sigh secretly in his heart, the boss of the underworld is a stinky fart to a certain extent, go shopping all over the world to greet you, and you don't need to order food in the next restaurant, let alone pay the bill, naturally there is a group of people to make a table of 100 family banquets for you.