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Chapter 115 Ancestral Skills

How old?

When she thought about the fact that the girl in their family was less than twenty years old, and then about Nan Shiyue’s age, “I remember Nan Shiyue is twenty-five years old this year, right?” Old Madam Jing thought about it carefully.

As soon as these words were spoken, it became even more heartbreaking!

"It's their family's ancestral tradition that the old cow eats the young grass!" I thought Mr. Jing would say something, but I didn't expect him to say this.

Madam Jing stood up, looked at him strangely and left.

Looking at his wife leaving, Mr. Jing pondered his mind in confusion. He didn't understand what was wrong with his wife. He just thought that women's moods were always changeable.

It's no wonder that Mr. Jing said that. There is an eight-year age difference between Mr. Nan and his wife, and a twelve-year age difference between their son and daughter-in-law. So there is a six-year age difference between their son.

After thinking about it carefully, Mr. Jing suddenly felt a little relieved. He wondered what was going on?

When Mr. Nan saw the name on the phone, he felt inexplicably guilty, but he quickly recovered and continued to call other people to show off that his future granddaughter-in-law was coming to his house for dinner.

Everyone:...

The other people who received calls from Mr. Nan frowned.

After that, everyone with grandchildren was caught up in a period of blind date turmoil, and even Jing Xuran was not spared.

The moment he knew the truth, Jing Xuran stretched his body and ran to challenge Nan Shiyue. After all, the odds were evenly matched between them, so he could just go back with some injuries and let Jing Jiusi see him and feel sorry for him.

Of course, these things are a story for later.

The Nan family, who had been waiting for a whole day, finally saw the two of them come back. The two old people's eyes lit up the moment they saw Jing Jiusi. They didn't expect that Nan Shiyue liked it this way. He looked so young!

Old Man Nan pulled Jing Jiusi into the house and said the usual polite words of the Z countrymen, "Since you are here, why bring any gifts!"

Jing Jiusi just smiled slightly after hearing this. After being abroad for many years, he was not used to such enthusiastic people for a while.

When they arrived at the hall, as Old Man Nan sat down, he stood up when he saw the things that Nan Shiyue had people bring in. "I heard from Ah Yue that grandpa and grandma like painting and embroidery, so I brought some small gifts here."

Hearing this, Nan Shiyue looked up at her. A small gift? To be honest, if these two paintings were not for Old Nan, he really wanted to snatch them away and keep them for himself!

Seeing the two paintings brought in by his subordinates, Old Nan was very curious. He looked at the two paintings carefully with surprise in his eyes, "Quick, quick, take them to my study!"

Big baby! Hahahaha…

Seeing Old Nan's happy expression, Jing Jiusi knew that he had touched the old man's heart.

"This is the gift I brought for grandma." Jing Jiusi said, taking out the gift box and placing it in front of Madam Fangan.

"And this! It's cloth! I wonder if grandma likes it?" Jing Jiusi said.

Nan Shiyue was also very curious. When he went to that place, these things had already been placed in the hall. He didn't know what they were, but he didn't need to guess to know that they must be worth a lot of money!

Madam Nan opened it and took a look. "Is this... a unique piece?"

This kid is really generous!

"I guess so? I have quite a lot of this stuff." Jing Jiusi said with some uncertainty. After all, this stuff was no different from wholesale to her.

Nan Shiyue: ...

At this moment, he didn't know whether he envied his grandpa or grandma! Although he was a man, he also wanted these things.

Jing Jiusi, who understood Nan Shiyue's expression, pulled Nan Shiyue inadvertently. While Madam Nan was immersed in embroidery, Jing Jiusi leaned close to Nan Shiyue's ear and whispered: "Like it? I still have some, do you want it?"

Nan Shiyue's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously. He wondered where the little girl in front of him got those things from.

But he was sure that these things were not obtained by tomb robbing. After all, the kid was not so wicked. Moreover, the things looked new, and it was obvious that someone had inherited this craft.

After the family had a lively dinner, the two strolled around for a while. Jing Jiusi said goodbye to the two elders and went back under the escort of Nan Shiyue.

When Nan Shiyue came back, he saw two old men sitting in the living room waiting for him. "I heard that you are planning to go to the Jing family tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Nan Shiyue answered and sat down as if nothing had happened.

You don't need to guess what your grandfather is thinking. Looking at his calm grandson, Nan Lao took out his collection of chess pieces with some heartache, "Take it. The things given by the Jing family girl are all collections. Don't be stingy when you bring things to the Jing family."

Nan Shiyue raised his eyes and glanced at him, not knowing what this man was thinking.

"I know." He had already prepared the things to send to the Jing family and was just waiting to arrive.

The three chatted for a while, "Take these things to your parents' room. This child is thoughtful." Old Lady Nan said, pointing to the things in front of her.

Although the Nan couple were not in the country, Jing Jiusi did not listen to Nan Shiyue and prepared all the things for the Nan family. It didn't matter whether they liked it or not, but he could not lose the courtesy of the Jing family.

The youngsters from these two families are together, and it’s not just for fun!

If he really wanted to have fun, Jing Jiusi wouldn't have visited Nan's Group so often.

……

After his grandson left, Old Nan returned to his study and carefully examined the two paintings given by Jing Jiusi. One was a scroll and the other was painted by Jing Jiusi himself, which was why Nan Shiyue felt they were very familiar.

"Crack, crack!"

Mr. Nan took photos of the two paintings and sent them to his friend group to show off.

Friend:…

After seeing it, no one said anything in the group, and everyone pretended that they were blind and didn't see it.

After seeing this, Mr. Jing muttered to himself, "This old guy is really lucky!"

He was not envious, because the things Jing Jiusi gave him were all similar! But he was very surprised that his granddaughter had such a good collection. She was really willing to give it away!

"Grandpa!" As soon as Jing Jiusi came back, she saw Old Jing sitting in the living room waiting for her.

"You're back now. How are they? Are they treating you well?" Mr. Jing asked anxiously. "If not, I'll force their kid to play chess tomorrow! Torture him to death!"

Jing Xuran, who was sitting on the other side, twitched his lips when he heard this. He also knew that Old Jing was a bad person when playing chess. He didn't play chess with people of the same age, but only played chess with juniors every day. He regretted his moves with a clear conscience.

In recent days, he has received a lot of messages from people in his circle.

Of course, this was also thanks to Jing Jiusi's promotion. If she hadn't given Jing Laoqi, he wouldn't have been able to find someone to show off to!

After the older generation finished showing off, they went to find the younger generation until they could no longer see anyone! Everyone in the circle spread the word and asked him to go to Mr. Jing and ask him not to torture them anymore.

I have to say that the reason why Mr. Jing and Mr. Nan can become friends is that they both like to show off!

It’s just that Mr. Jing’s way of showing off is a bit unethical. Maybe it’s genetic?

After all, everyone in the Jing family is somewhat immoral! The most immoral person in their family is Jing Jiusi, followed by Jing's father and mother, and then the eldest brother...

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