Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Quan Yu raised his eyelids slightly: "Are you quite proud?"

Duan Qiongyu looked at the old man below: "But why did he come?"

"I've never heard of him having any relationship with the Su family."

Quan Yu looked at the elders below who were chatting happily and said casually: "The Su family is a jade family and loves literature and entertainment. It is not surprising that I know Senior Ji."

The two nodded in agreement, what they said made sense.

After sitting for a while, Xie Jiuan said boredly: "When will the banquet be held? I heard that Brother Mubai recruited the cooks here from all over the place. They are also second to none in Kyoto."

Duan Qiongyu was quite disgusted: "The banquet starts at six o'clock, why do you act like a starving ghost all day long?"

Xie Jiuan was about to refute when he heard several people standing aside saying: "Who is the girl who came in with Mr. Su?"

Some people looked straight in the eyes and said, "She is so beautiful."

Duan Qiongyu and Xie Jiuan looked downstairs after hearing this, with astonishment in their eyes.

Xie Jiu'an looked at Quan Yu: "Third uncle, your scar is worth it!"

Quan Yu saw her earlier than anyone else, and he looked over as if she had a telepathy from the moment she entered the door.

In six years, the little girl has lost her childishness and become elegant and generous. In fact, what is really amazing about her is not her appearance but the gentleness of an out-and-out Jiangnan girl.

Such beauties are rarely seen even in the south, let alone in Kyoto.

The sky-blue cheongsam reaches her ankles, her waist-length hair is scattered on her back, and her slender waist is looming under her dark hair.

Quan Yu took a sip of the red wine on the table and shook it gently, but his eyes kept falling on the person below. He wanted to move away but was extremely sticky, hot and forbearing, with unknown meaning.

The high stand-up collar of the cheongsam covered half of her slender neck, but the traces of her collarbone could be vaguely seen, and her eyes suddenly became dark and full of aggression.

For six years, those two cinnabar moles seemed to be imprinted on his heart.

Warm fragrant nephrite, ignorant charm, and is he the only one who knows these?

Downstairs, Cui Sanning and several elders greeted each other one by one. Grandpa Su happily introduced: "This is my granddaughter."

There are professional tea masters making tea at every seat in the teahouse.

Cui Sanning took the tea set from the tea master's hand and served tea to several elders.

When it was Mr. Ji Rumei's turn, she smiled sweetly: "Master, drink tea."

Mr. Ji took the tea and said in a familiar tone: "Why are you here so late?"

Cui Sanning explained softly: "Something happened in the studio, so I was a little late."

Mr. Ji nodded and said, "Take your time, don't be in a hurry."

Her studio has only been established for more than a year, and there are still many things to be busy with.

The conversation between the two left most people dumbfounded. The nine-section purple bamboo tickled Duan Qiongyu's fingertips, and he slightly raised his feminine eyebrows: "I have long heard that Mr. Ji has a closed disciple, but I didn't expect it to be Mu. Bai’s sister.”

Xie Jiuan was confused: "She doesn't do jade carving, but she studies cultural relic restoration?"

Downstairs, Su Mubai stood aside. When he looked up, he saw Xie Jiu'an baring his teeth and claws. He glanced at Quan Yu next to him and nodded.

After Cui Sanning finished serving tea, Su Mubai greeted several elders and walked upstairs with his arm around her shoulders.

Cui Sanning looked at his brother: "What's wrong?"

Su Mubai said: "I'll take you to meet some friends. Third uncle is up there. You go and say hello."

Her hands clenched involuntarily, and after a moment she nodded: "Okay."

The man crossed his legs and leaned lazily on the sofa, shaking the wine glass gently in his hand on his knees.

She watched Cui Sanning approaching casually, and the depth and strangeness in her eyes frightened Cui Sanning. She felt like she was prey.

Su Mubai introduced them one by one, and Xie Jiuan squeezed in front of Cui Sanning: "Brother Xie will protect you from now on."

Cui Sanning smiled politely and didn't take it seriously. She probably wouldn't have much interaction with them.

Su Mubai raised her hand to signal Duan Qionyu and said to her, "This is Fourth Brother Duan."

Duan Qiongyu sat on the sofa and smiled: "Hello, sister."

Cui Sanning glanced at the tickle in his hand and said politely: "Hold the true nature, return to the origin in ninety-nine, have good luck, and rise steadily. It has a good meaning."

Duan Qiongyu suddenly became interested: "It seems that we are of the same kind."

Cui Sanning smiled, half-jokingly: "I don't dare, I have some understanding."

Duan Qiongyu didn't comment, he just thought she was being humble. It's not an exaggeration to say that Mr. Ji, a closed disciple, was so capable.

Then Su Mubai looked at Quan Yu: "This is the third uncle, you know him."

Then he patted her shoulder: "Go and say hello to Third Uncle."

Looking at the person on the sofa, his eyes were too hot. Cui Sanning looked away, bent down and poured a cup of tea, and offered it with both hands: "Sir, please drink tea."

It's not uncle but sir. She seems to only call him sir, and her tone is respectful and solemn.

Sitting up straight on the sofa, Quan Yu leaned closer. Cui Sanning's fingers holding the teacup tightened unconsciously.

The tight arms brushed her shoulders, and the breath smelling of wine fell gently on the side of her neck, making her tremble slightly.

Placing the red wine glass in his hand on the table, Quan Yu sat up straight again, and the distance between the two was widened.

In Su Mubai and Xie Jiu'an's opinion, it was just Quan Yu who put down the wine glass, but only the person involved knew about the tremor in his heart.

However, Duan Qiongyu's tickling movements paused for a moment, then returned to normal for a moment, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

Cui Sanning was still holding the tea, but Quan Yu didn't take it in a hurry, and said in a low voice, "Why are you serving me tea?"

Cui Sanning replied slowly: "Sir is an elder and has the grace to save my life."

The soft and gentle tone makes the hearts of those who listen to it ripple.

Xie Jiu'an said cheerfully: "He is indeed an elder."

Duan Qiongyu glanced at him, you are so smart, why do you speak so well?

Quan Yu glanced at Xie Jiu'an indifferently. Xie Jiu'an suddenly felt a chill on his back. Did he say the wrong thing?

He withdrew his gaze and fell on Cui Sanning again. He reached out to take the tea cup in her hand. The inadvertent touch made her fingers subconsciously shrink. Quan Yu chuckled softly: "For saving my life, I want to toast you with a cup of tea?"

Unexpectedly, he would say this. Cui Sanning was obviously taken aback, but Su Mubai on the side spoke first: "Of course not. In the future, Third Uncle can speak whenever he can be useful."

With the corner of his mouth raised, Quan Yu looked at Cui Sanning: "Really?"

Cui Sanning glanced at his brother, then nodded: "If I can help, I will not refuse."

With amusement in his eyes, Quan Yu took a sip of tea, put the tea cup on the table and said in a low voice: "I drank this tea, and I also remembered the words..."

Cui Sanning smiled distantly and was about to get up. Su Mubai, who had been standing beside her, habitually reached out and took her arm to lead her up.

Quan Yu calmly dropped his half-stretched hand back onto his knee, tapping it carelessly.