The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Just do what you say, in the evening, Lin Weiwei drove to the depths of the alleyway.

Having not been here for a few months, Lin Weiwei thought that there would always be something different.

But from the moment he stepped into that small alley, the dusty feeling of the years came over his face, making Lin Weiwei's originally impetuous heart calm down involuntarily.

Knocking on the door, the clerk in the store opened the door with a bright smile on his face.

Seeing that it was Lin Weiwei, she smiled and stretched out her hand to invite her in.

Opening the black curtain and entering the shop, she immediately saw Tang He in the black Tang suit cooking delicacies for the guests at the dining table. Lin Weiwei went quietly and sat on the high chair in front of the dining table.

Nodding his head, it was regarded as a greeting, and Tang He's men didn't stop.

Red, green, yellow, and vegetables of different colors are transformed into various shapes under Tang He's hands, and then through those experimental tools such as measuring cups and droppers that look incredible, what is finally presented in front of you is really beautiful. A delicacy that makes you feel guilty even taking a bite.

Lin Weiwei felt that just looking at it was a kind of enjoyment.

Looking around, there are only two tables of customers sitting in the spacious store, and the voice of whispering makes the silent alleyway look more quiet and moving.

He quickly made two plates of daily food for Lin Weiwei, and poured her another glass of sake. Tang He said with a smile, "But I haven't come for some days..."

Lin Weiwei nodded, "It's easy to learn bad and hard to learn good, haven't you noticed that I've lost weight?"

Tang He laughed loudly, with a doting look on his face.

With gentle eyes, it seems that Lin Weiwei is his nephew and needs his careful care.

Lin Weiwei, on the other hand, learned of Tang He's true identity from Leng Jinran. Lin Weiwei was not afraid of those assassins, killers, and the identity of the frightening Master Tang.

After several contacts, Lin Weiwei found that she was extremely relaxed in front of Tang He.

It's like, even if that person is a devil, but he won't hurt you, you will feel that being with him will make you feel at ease and feel safe.

The old and the young get along very harmoniously.

"Are you here today to satisfy your hunger, or to see me?"

Seeing Lin Weiwei eating with gusto, wanting to lick the plate, Tang He asked with a smile.

"Come to listen to your story..."

Pushing away the plate with unsatisfied intentions, Lin Weiwei propped his chin with both hands, blinking and blinking at Tang He.

Tang He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you listening to?"

"Uncle He is in his 40s this year, right?"

Seeing Tang He shaking his head mysteriously, Lin Weiwei's eyes widened, "Then, fifty?"

Tang He shook his head again, Lin Weiwei's mouth was already open enough to eat half an egg, "Six...sixty?"

"almost."

Tang He smiled and said, "It's 56, most of my body is buried in the soil."

Tang He, who is 56 years old, looks more energetic than Ling Yuanshan, let alone Shen Songming who is sickly.

Couldn't help giving her a thumbs up, Lin Weiwei flattered her and said, "I thought you were only 40 years old, so if you eat well, drink well, and take good care of yourself, you will definitely live to be 180 years old in the future."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Although it was a bit exaggerated, Tang He was still in a good mood.

Looking at the elegant and dignified Lin Weiwei in the OL suit showing such a mischievous and cute side like a golden collar, Tang He felt that the warm water life without color seems to have become more colorful because of the girl in front of her .