Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

I couldn't help crying, is this white snake too much maternal love?

Although they thought about it like this, the two didn't dare to ask rashly, and they were a little uneasy to wait for the little master to finish the meal so that he could quickly reveal the mystery. Zhou Zihao felt that he couldn't wait.

The little master was enjoying his breakfast, but the chef Zhou Wensheng, who was admired by the little master, was in no mood to eat. He couldn't swallow a soup dumpling, and looked at the little master's mouth full of oil.

After Lin Qingyin ate one cage and another, and after eating the second cage, she mixed a bowl of zhà sauce noodles. The whole Zhou Wenshan wanted to ask where the half-table meat that the little master had eaten last night went. is too fast.

Finally, the little master put down his chopsticks. Zhou Zihao, who was also waiting eagerly, cheered and quickly handed over the wet towel. He got up diligently and asked, What would you like to drink?

Lin Qingyin looked out the window and wiped her fingers with a wet towel: The sun is shining today, you can make a pot of tea, let's chat with the two old people in the yard.

The yard is the size of an acre of land for the villa built by the family. The old couple planted a lot of flowers, plants and vegetables in the yard. It is late autumn now, and many flowers have failed, but the big red pomegranates hanging from the pomegranate tree look very attractive. In addition, there were about a dozen pumpkins hanging halfway on one side of the garden, each of which was as big as a small pot, and Huang Cancan liked it when he saw it.

The old people don't have any concept of scenery layout, they pay attention to practicality, but it is the young Zhou Zihao who paid for this villa, and he has some petty bourgeoisie feelings. When the two are combined, there is a set of solid wood tables and chairs under the pumpkin. You can sit and drink tea and bask in the sun while watching the mountains not far away, and you can also watch the harvest in the yard.

After Zhou Zihao heard Lin Qingyin's instructions, he quickly moved the complete set of tea trays and tea sets to the yard, and sat on the stool to boil water and make tea. Lin Qingyin stood in the middle of the yard with her hands behind her back, looking at the old house of the Zhou family next to her, with a look of great interest. Fatty Wang stood beside Lin Qingyin and seemed to be asking something in a low voice.

Grandpa Zhou waved to his son secretly, Zhou Wenshan hurriedly came over, and asked in a low voice with the old man's movements, Dad, what's the matter with you?

Does our little hao like that little girl? Grandpa Zhou pouted in Lin Qingyin's direction, frowning a little tangled: I think that little girl is not very old, so she should not be underage?

Zhou Wenshan really didn't know Lin Qingyin's age, but he heard from his nephew that this little master was still a high school student, and he might be under eighteen years old.

Dad, what are you doing to find out the age of other girls? Little girls nowadays don't like to talk about this. Zhou Wenshan stretched out his hand to support his arm: Why don't we go outside to drink tea and bask in the sun, now these few days If the weather is nice, you must stay outside for a while, so that the bones will be strong.

Grandpa Zhou reached out and patted his winless son's hand, looking a little anxious: Why are you so careless? Look at Xiaohao's diligent appearance, do you like that one? Little girl? I told you that it can't be done. I guess they haven't grown up yet. You tell Xiaohao that we can't do this kind of thing. It's a crime.

Zhou Wenshan didn't expect his old man's imagination to be so rich, and he said with a bit of laughter: You think too much, Xiaohao has absolutely nothing wrong with that girl, and he doesn't have the courage to think about it.

When Old Man Zhou heard this, he was relieved. Seeing that Zhou Xiaohao's white tea was almost ready, he reached out and patted his wife's hand: Go, go out and drink tea and bask in the sun.

The two old men walked out slowly and hand in hand with each other. After leaving the room, Zhou nǎinǎi went to the cement floor beside the window and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and put them on the table, peeling them one by one very patiently.

Zhou Zihao poured the tea and called to Lin Qingyin: Little Master, the tea is ready.

Just as Mr. Zhou picked up the teacup, his hands trembled in shock. The hot tea came out of the teacup and spilled on the back of his hand. He subconsciously let go of his hand because of the pain. Instantly, the purple sand teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Zhou Zihao couldn't care less about the lack of a cup in the tea set he bought at a high price, so he quickly reached out and grabbed Grandpa Zhou's and said, Grandpa, go to the faucet and rinse cold water, otherwise it's time to froth.

As Zhou Wenshan went to help the old man, he couldn't help but say: You said you are so old, why are you still stunned? Look at the back of your hands are red. Oh, I said you should get up quickly, sit here. What do you think about it?

Grandpa Zhou sat on the chair and didn't move.

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