Love and warm marriage: BOSS is addicted

Chapter 15 Hello, Cousin (13)

I saw three cars lined up outside the door, and then someone got off the first and second cars, went straight to the third car, and then brought two food boxes down, quickly and orderly.

When Xiao Qingyan raised her head again, those people had already stood up one by one, and a man in a suit at the head stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, this is the meal that Young Master Zhao asked for."

Mr. Xiao's slightly cloudy eyes flickered suddenly, "Is it Zhengyi?"

"Yes, you are Uncle Xiao?" The attitude of the man in the suit suddenly became more respectful than before, and he raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with some excitement.

"Grandpa, invite them in quickly." Xiao Qingyan also saw something unusual, why did Baiyulou send so many people to deliver the meal, and the person who delivered the meal looked like an old acquaintance with Grandpa?

"That's right, look at me, I'm getting old and confused, Zhengyi, come and talk."

When a group of people filed in and put all the dishes in the food box on the dining table, the degree of surprise of a certain girl cannot be described in a little bit.

The ostentation of the ancient aristocrats seen on TV is nothing more than this. The mahogany dining table, which was not too small, has already occupied half of the country at this moment, but the people carrying the food boxes are still tirelessly continuing to place on the table.

Xiao Qingyan raised her head, facing her grandfather and the man in the suit who were silent with each other in a faint excitement, and beside her was the person from Baiyulou who brought the meal with inexplicable respect, who was the certain young master upstairs?
Weird, really weird.Until dinner, Xiao Qingyan was still immersed in what happened just now.

"The food is not to your liking?" Suddenly a low voice came from beside him.

A certain girl was startled, and then she turned her head, "How could the food from Baiyulou not taste good?"

"But I don't think you have eaten anything." Someone asked lightly.

"Yanyan? This steamed fish tastes good, hurry up and try it." Mr. Xiao obviously knew the reason for his granddaughter's fluctuating thoughts, but now is not a good opportunity to explain, so he can only change the topic temporarily.

It was already after nine o'clock after the three of them finished their meal, and their original plan to go to the temple fair was also delayed due to time constraints.

A certain girl thought it was good that the meal was late, so she would have the opportunity to ask grandpa about the evening.

After ten o'clock was knocked, Xiao Qingyan slowly opened the door and walked towards the study. I don't know whether it was foreseeing her question or her thoughts, the study door was opened for the first time.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a voice from inside, "Come in, I know you can't hold back your thoughts."

Xiao Qingyan took a few steps and sat next to Old Man Xiao, clasping his hands on the old man's sleeves, shaking slightly, "Grandpa, please stop making fun of me."

"Okay, don't laugh, don't laugh, Yanyan can ask Grandpa whatever she wants."

A certain girl thought about it, and asked from the source first, "Grandpa, what is the background of the young master of the Zhao family?"

"Why, you don't remember?" Mr. Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at his granddaughter.

Xiao Qingyan was surprised, what should she remember?God knows where he came from.

"When you were young, didn't you hear your father tell me about grandpa when he was young, and always came to ask me which family I worked in?" Mr. Xiao saw that she was amused with bitterness on her face, so he gave a little reminder.

"You mean, the Zhao family? He is the grandson of the Zhao family?" Xiao Qingyan patted herself on the forehead, in vain saying that her memory was first-rate, and the Zhao family who had been listening for so long was unexpectedly the same as the Zhao family in her mind before. Go, no wonder Grandpa respects Zhao Ziliu so much.

(End of this chapter)