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"Yun Yi, wake up." Zhang Wanling

"Aunts, aunts, why are you here so early?" Zhang Yunyi sat next to his aunt Zhang Wanling and said.

Zhang Yunyi's parents were busy when he was a child, and he basically lived with Zhang Wanling in Mr. Zhang's villa, so the relationship between him and his aunt was particularly good.

"This is your first time bringing Xiaoshi to your door. We must come early to make arrangements." Zhang Wanling looked at Zhang Yunyi who was sitting next to her and said with a smile.

"Yes, Yun Yi, it's one or two o'clock after noon. Are you going to pick up Xiao Shi?" Zhang Yunyi's mother asked.

"Mom, I made an agreement with Xiaoshi yesterday. I will pick her up at 3 o'clock tomorrow. When I get home, I will arrive at 3 o'clock. I can sit down for a while and eat."

"That can."

Everyone nodded in agreement. After all, they were also here before. It was their first time to come to the door. The time must not be too long, and it couldn't be too short. It was just the right time to sit down and eat.

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yunyi drove the old man's car to the courtyard to pick up Tang Shi. Others had already helped prepare vegetables, make fruit plates, etc.

Courtyard house

"Is this enough?" Tang Ma asked, looking at the fruit basket and tonic gift box and tea in the living room.

"Mom, that's enough. I'm worried that the car won't fit in the car." Tang Shi looked at the things here and said, Old man, the three sons and one daughter of the Zhang family are equivalent to 5 pieces of fruit, 5 pieces of tonic gift boxes, and 5 pieces of tea.

"Yes, it's okay," Tang's father agreed.

"Aunt, these are enough." As a man, Lu Jinan thought that these preparations were very good. Which girl would bring so many things to the door for the first time? Although I felt a little sour in my heart, I smoothed over the sourness when I thought of the arrangement of Tang poems for National Day.

Seeing several people saying this, Tang Ma felt relieved.

At this time, Zhang Yunyi’s message popped up on Tang Shi WeChat.

"Zhang Yunyi is outside the door." Tang Shi read the message and said to everyone.

"Then let's get our things and go out." After Tang's father finished speaking, he picked up all the things on the ground and went out.

"Uncle, aunt, Brother Lu, Xiao Shi." Zhang Yunyi saw Tang Shi and others and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

Everyone nodded in response.

"Well, open the trunk. These are all existing. Let's take some for a small family." Tang Shi said to Zhang Yunyi.

Zhang Yunyi hurriedly took the things from Tang's mother and put them in the trunk.

"Actually, there is no need to prepare so much." Zhang Yunyi looked at Lu Jin'an who had walked twice, and then looked at the back of the trunk, which was full of things. This was too much.

"Not much, they are all available, especially fruits, which they don't usually have the opportunity to eat, so the family prepares some." Tang Ma shook her head.

Dad Tang also agreed.

"Okay, uncle, aunt, Brother Lu, I will take Xiaoshi back first and then send it back tonight."

"Well, let's go."

Tang Shi and the two said goodbye to everyone and drove in the direction where security checks were strict.

This time, the car parked outside Mr. Zhang's villa after repeated inspections.

At this time, everyone in the Zhang family was outside the door to welcome Tang Shi's arrival.

As soon as Tang Shi got out of the car, Grandma Zhang stepped forward and took Tang Shi's hand.

"Xiao Shi, welcome to home."

"Hello, Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang, uncles, aunts and aunts." Tang Shi greeted everyone elegantly.

"Hello, Xiaoshi, long time no see." Everyone

"Let's go, sit inside." Mr. Zhang happily called everyone into the villa, while the young people in other villas were wondering why everyone in the Zhang family came out to greet a girl. The older people, who had also heard the news, secretly I hate that my grandson doesn’t know Tang poetry, otherwise they would have to compete for superiority. After all, if there is a descendant who is like Tang poetry, will their next generation still worry about decline?