She doesn't want to pretend anymore

When Manshu arrived at Zhu's home, the place had already been decorated.

The outside was decorated with lights and inside the villa, the living room was even decorated as a banquet hall.

As soon as Manshu entered the door, the housekeeper came to greet him with blessings.

"Miss Manshu, you are finally here. The old man was sulking because he saw that you hadn't come yet."

What an old child. Zhufu feels that the master has become more and more childish since Miss Mansu became his disciple.

The apprentice hadn't come for a few days and was clearly worried about the girl, but he didn't even call her.

Today is his birthday, so Manshu should have come early to kowtow.

The master changed into a Tang suit early in the morning, and looked somewhat more dashing than he was in his youth.

Unfortunately, no matter how long I waited, the person never showed up.

Instead, I received a call from the little girl, who said that she was delayed by something and would only be able to come over in the afternoon to kowtow to the master.

As a result, the master’s mood was ruined and he didn’t even eat a few bites of food at noon.

"What bad things are you saying about me again, old man?"

"Oh, sir, I dare not say anything bad about you. Didn't you tell Miss Manshu to come upstairs and see you? You just happened to come down."

Zhufu asked people to continue decorating the living room while chatting and laughing with Mr. Zhu.

"I don't think you, an old fellow, would dare to say anything bad about me. But who said I was sulking?"

Don't think he didn't hear it just now. Even though he is now eighty years old, his hearing is still sharp.

"Master." Manshu quickly interrupted Master Zhu. She bent her legs and knelt down in front of the old man. "I wish you a happy birthday, a long life, and no illness or disaster."

Manshu knelt down to express his blessings and then presented his own birthday gift.

She hasn't come here these few days, Master must be unhappy.

But when she knelt, Zhu Lao's expression suddenly eased, and there was even some emotion in his eyes.

Before Yan Zhan, he also had several apprentices.

But at that time, people were relatively young and did not pay much attention to the education of their apprentices.

Not everyone holds him in such high esteem.

He even noticed that some people came to become his apprentice with a purpose.

In a rage, he expelled the man from his school. Later, as he became famous in the gambling stone industry and became a leading figure in the Chinese gambling stone industry, there was an endless stream of people wanting to become his apprentice.

But there was really no one like Manshu who sincerely wished him a happy birthday and kowtowed to him.

It’s not that they are unfilial to their master, but those disciples are now successful and famous. They are naturally talented and admired by others, so it is difficult for them to follow the ancient rituals like Manshu.

Although the old man's thoughts are more in line with the times, he still retains the traditions of his time in his bones.

Kneeling down and kowtowing, performing great respects, this is how a disciple wishes him a happy birthday.

However, what shocked him was yet to come.

Yan Zhan had originally brought Manshu here, and when he saw Manshu kneeling, he also knelt down.

"Teacher, I wish you good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as long as the Southern Mountains."

Zhufu watched from the side and his jaw dropped in shock.

He looked at the bodyguard on the side and said, "Why do I feel that Mr. Yan and Miss Manshu's kneeling is like a second homage to their parents?"

Ah Biao glanced at him and said, "Are you talking like a human being? Miss Manshu is only seventeen years old!"

"What's wrong with seventeen years old? In our era, seventeen years old was considered a grown-up girl and her family has already arranged a marriage for her. Besides, Mr. Yan is not that old either." Zhufu didn't care.

"There's an eight-year age difference." A Biao muttered.

Unfortunately, Zhu Fu did not listen to him and asked the photographer who had arrived earlier to take a picture of Manshu and Yan Zhan kneeling and kowtowing.

"Aren't you afraid that he will get angry later?" A Biao was speechless. Did he forget that Mr. Yan Sanye had a fierce reputation?

"What are you afraid of? He might come to ask me for it in the future." Zhufu smiled, his tone quite meaningful.