Mr.
Jin called out, and the timid little boy over there stopped hiding.
After he walked out cautiously, the thin boy approached step by step with his head lowered, and his little hands were so nervous that they were almost twisted into knots. .
"Grandpa Zeng, third uncle."
Zhao Yanghao approached and whispered hello to the old man and Jin Weimo, but his little head never raised.
Because Xiao Qing'er pulled Yan Xiangnuan's hair into pigtails, Jin Weimo took the opportunity to sit down and chat with the old man.
Originally, the old man planned to ask Jin Weimo to go to the study to talk and care about his leg injury.
However, he accidentally heard the conversation between Xiao Qing'er and Yan Xiangnuan next to him, so he called Zhao Yanghao and wanted to ask about his great-grandson.
Why has his temper become so naughty?
"Why are you so thin?"
Jin Weimo looked puzzled as he looked at Zhao Yanghao, who had not been seen for more than a month and whose condition was much worse than before.
"What's going on?
Have you not had enough to eat?"
the old man asked Zhao Yanghao with some dissatisfaction.
In the old man's opinion, today's conditions are so favorable.
Starting from Jin Weimo's generation, all the children in the family are enjoying prosperity and wealth and do not need to worry about their livelihood at all.
What's more, the great-grandson Zhao Yanghao has not been pampered by his parents.
Even if he is good, how could he be raised so mentally weak?
"" Zhao Yanghao twisted his two little hands in a panic, squirmed his little mouth but did not say a word.
"Speak."
Mr.
Jin continued to give serious orders. "" Zhao Yanghao, who lowered his head, was obviously in awe of Mr.
Jin.
When he heard the old man's serious order, his little body trembled, and his dull eyes stared at the small shoes on his feet in silence.
However, when Zhao Yanghao remained silent, the sound of parking cars sounded again outside Jin's house.
After a while, Jin's father, Jin Changgeng, and Jin's mother, Feng Mosheng, walked into the living room carrying many valuables.
"Dad, we have picked some supplements for you, as well as the medicinal wine you like.
You can eat it first.
If you don't like it, we will give you something else next time."
Jin's father and Jin's mother have a good relationship, holding hands.
They started to enter the house together, and at the same time brought many valuables to the old man.
Although Mr.
Jin, as Mr.
Jin, must not lack these good things on weekdays, as a child, he did not lack the filial piety that he should have.
"Yeah, leave it alone."
The old man looked away from Zhao Yanghao and nodded to Jin's father and mother.
But just when the old man responded to Jin's father and Jin's mother, Zhao Yanghao, who had his head lowered, turned around without warning and ran away with his calves.
""The old man's face suddenly darkened.
As an old man of the Jin family, the old man is used to being serious and high-ranking.
Like Zhao Yanghao, he was so rude and ran away without permission.
This is definitely the first time in history.
He wanted to lose his temper, but he remembered Zhao Yanghao's age.
He was young, and he seemed to be in low spirits, so Mr.
Jin calmed down his emotions.
"Dad, Mom."
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Yan Xiangnuan, as the daughter-in-law of the Jin family, had never greeted Jin's father and Jin's mother before, but now that she was tying up Xiao Qing'er's hair, Yan Xiangnuan smiled and spoke proactively.
Call.
"Okay."
It was Jin's mother who responded to her.
Unlike the arrogant mothers-in-law of wealthy aristocrats, Jin's mother, Feng Mosheng, was born into a scholarly family.
Although her natal family's background was not obvious, her scholarly character was good.
In the past, Yan Xiangnuan had a bad attitude towards Jin's family, and she had never been dissatisfied.
After all, they are both women, and Feng Mosheng has also put herself in Yan Xiangnuan's shoes.
Although his son is excellent, he has a very rigid temperament, which most women must not be able to tolerate.
Yan Xiangnuan may not be worthy of the Jin family in terms of family status, but with the conditions of the Yan family and Yan Xiangnuan's appearance, it is not difficult to find a man who knows both cold and hot.
At least he can be different from his own son Jin Wei Mo Naban stayed in the military area all year round and ignored him.
If his son hadn't injured his leg some time ago and was recuperating at home, the couple must have been married for half a year and could count the time they spent together.
"Okay, everyone is almost here, let's set the meal."
Mr.
Jin gave the order, and the people serving the Jin family immediately began to set the banquet.
The Jin family's uncle and Jin family's aunt who were originally in the side hall also arrived at the restaurant.
There were many people at the Jin family's dinner party.
They gathered together to say a few greetings to each other, and then the quiet and serious atmosphere was restored.
It wasn't until Jin Weimo's eldest brother Jin Boyan came over before dinner started that the dull atmosphere was broken.
"Grandpa, I brought you a painting and calligraphy from the Tang Dynasty when I went abroad this time.
My grandson has poor eyesight and cannot tell whether it is authentic or not.
Grandpa, you are talented and knowledgeable, so you can be your grandson's eye.
If you have a keen eye and see something wrong, I also ask Grandpa that you must leave something for your grandson no matter what.
"Some thin noodles."
Different from Jin Weimo's coldness, Jin Boyan, the eldest brother of the Jin family, is an outstanding diplomat.
He is young and has a rich resume.
He also has the aura of a scholar, plus he wears a pair of golden silk threads.
Wearing glasses, the whole person is much softer than Jin Weimo.
The most incredible thing is that although they are brothers, Jin Weimo is taciturn, but Jin Boyan is very different from his name.
He is very eloquent and knows how to please Mr.
Jin.
It is obvious that his Tang Dynasty calligraphy and painting is I guess the old man likes to study calligraphy and painting, so I found it specially.
"Boy, go and sit down."
The old man nodded and motioned for Jin Boyan to sit down in his seat.
"Bo Yan has a filial piety.
When he went abroad, he still remembered to find valuable calligraphy and paintings for the old man.
He was really considerate.
Unlike our family, Wen Su, who has an honest and kind temperament, was sent to the provinces and cities for two years, and even when he came back, he didn't even know how to give it to the family.
When people bring some local specialties, they know how to worry about it In government affairs, what's the use of working hard these days to gain political achievements?
I can't say a word of kindness to you, old man."
The person who spoke was Zhao Yun, the eldest aunt of the Jin family, but she was clearly praising Jin Boyan for his filial piety and scolding his own son Jin Wen.
Su is honest, but the words inside and outside make people feel uncomfortable.
Obviously, this is the daily life of a wealthy family.
On the surface, everyone seems to be living in harmony, but in fact, they are all tit for tat, especially in front of the old man.
They all hope to gain some face.
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The dinner party has just arrived.
Zhao Yun I couldn't help but say mean things.
But it's really ugly to be so anxious and pale.
"What did my sister-in-law say?
I think your family is very good.
They started a family early and followed the rules and procedures.
Unlike us, who are so talkative and do not know how to find someone to settle down even when they are not young.
They run around all day long. , In the blink of an eye, someone else might be abroad, and that would be a real headache."
Jin's mother, Feng Mosheng, answered with a smile, her words sincere and not as bitter and sharp as Zhao Yun's.
"It hurts."
Just as the hostess of the two families was doing Tai Chi back and forth, Zhao Yanghao, who was sitting quietly next to his mother, suddenly burst into tears without any warning, and at the same time, he hit the bowls and chopsticks in front of him.
Fall to the ground
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