My Third Gentleman

Chapter 109 Xia Family (3)

"Jing Wushuang, what are you doing? He made Grandpa so unhappy when he got home."

As soon as Xia Ziwei entered the room, she saw Wushuang and Grandpa hugging each other and crying, she couldn't help but raised the volume and pointed the finger at Wushuang.

Wushuang heard the words, sniffed, turned around and saw Xia Ziwei walking in with Tang Mubai's hand.

She ignored them and walked back to her seat.

Xia Jingshan did have some feelings, but it was not unhappy. He looked up and saw them and said, "Is Mubai here? Come, sit down."

Tang Mubai politely said hello to Xia Jingshan, then greeted Wushuang again, and handed the present to Xia Jingshan, saying something.

Wushuang only slightly lowered his jaw, and when he saw Tang Mubai's gift, he remembered the Pu'er tea in his bag.

She didn't listen to what they were talking about, and pulled out a bag of things from her backpack.

"Almost forgot, Grandpa, Su Ran gave some good Pu'er tea. How many cups shall we drink there?"

Xia Jingshan took the tea cake and sniffed, "Well, yes, 30 years of old Pu'er, there is a price but no goods."

Tang Mubai was stunned when he heard it, and then thought of the gift he had brought over—

"Haha, Shuangshuang has the same spirit as Mu Baixin, and he brought the exact same gift."

Mu Jingshan took a look at Tang Mubai's gift, it was also a cake of Pu'er tea exactly the same, and a few bottles of good wine.

Xia Ziwei's eyes turned cold immediately, she sneered, and looked at Jing Wushuang sarcastically, "You are very good at borrowing flowers to worship Buddha, but Mu Bai got a high price from an auction."

After coming for so long without taking out the tea, Tang Mubai just handed over the gift, she took it out immediately, and it was exactly the same. Xia Ziwei saw this behavior with ulterior motives, and said "white lotus" in her heart. , Everything has to do with Tang Mubai.

Wushuang really had no intention of arguing over such a trivial matter. She felt completely unnecessary. She cherished the time she spent with her grandfather.

She smiled and said softly, "My cousin is right, I really don't know how to appreciate Pu'er tea. Only by giving flowers to Buddha to those who know how to appreciate can it reflect its value."

Wushuang said that he would take it apart and take tea.

Xia Jingshan hurriedly stopped her and said cheerfully, "Shuangshuang, don't you dismantle this first? This tea is rare. Grandpa wants to use the flower to respect the Buddha and leave it to those who appreciate it better."

"What did Grandpa say?"

Xia Jingshan looked a little embarrassed, and reached out his hand and scratched his beard. "The old chief, his old man, is very researched about Pu'er tea."

Her grandfather used the old leader to look forward to his entire life. After decades of revolutionary feelings, any good things must be sent to share with him in the first place.

But this time Wushuang was a little bit dumbfounded. "Grandpa doesn't need to. I went to visit his old man this morning and I already sent him a loaf. Let's keep this for a drink."

Xia Jingshan's shrewd eyes lit up, and some wondered with certainty, could it be that the old chief was too late to inform him, if Wushuang had already seen his parents? His old man has no reason not to tell him.

"Shuangshuang, this is..."

Wushuang knew what he was thinking when he looked at Xia Jingshan’s expression, "Grandpa, it’s not what you think. Grandpa Mu wants to see me. I went to visit his old man as a junior. You kept talking about him, saying he was old man. I hugged me when I was young, but I don’t even remember."

(End of this chapter)