little ancestors in modern times

This?

Mr. Yan suppressed the joy in his eyes, and indeed he winked a little. The other three people in the room all had greetings, how could he, the head of the family, be missed.

But the old man waited and waited, waited and waited, but the little hand in front of him still didn't appear out of thin air.

What is this doing?

Yan Jiabao squatted next to the old man, watching the two of them staring curiously, comparing their eyesight!

"Meeting ceremony", the little ancestor's voice was a little bit aggrieved, waxy and stuffy, it made Yan's mother feel heartbroken, and mothers are more careful.

She and Mrs. Yan understood Xiao Xiantong's meaning at a glance. Mrs. Yan was too embarrassed to speak, and Mrs. Yan didn't dare. As a daughter-in-law, how could she dare to urge the old man to give someone a meeting gift.

In the end, it was Mrs. Yan who shook her head, couldn't stand it anymore, and poked Mr. Yan's back with her hand, "Okay, how old are you, why can't you make it difficult with a child? If you agreed to give someone a meeting gift, hurry up and take it out, didn't you see it?" The kids are waiting anxiously."

Mr. Yan's face became quite strange, and the back of his ears turned red strangely. Yan Jiabao noticed that it was only because he was embarrassed by Mrs. Yan's words.

Three people and one child, with four pairs of eyes watching, Mr. Yan was really on the verge of riding a tiger, and he was thinking quickly about what gift to give as a meeting gift.

He is not a woman, and usually wears some jewelry or something. He quietly fumbled in his pocket with the palm of his side, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out his fist.

The little ancestor stared at the fist in front of him with bright eyes, maybe he had cried just now, his fleshy cheeks were still puffy, so cute that Yan's mother wanted to pounce on him and kiss her.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Mr. Yan made a childish prelude before spreading his hands.

Mrs. Yan saw what was in his hand, and immediately gave him a covetous look. The old man's blood sugar was on the high side in several physical examinations, and he was not allowed to eat candy, but he dared to hide it.

In the palm of Mr. Yan is a piece of fruit jelly wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. The brand is a famous foreign brand. Yan Jiabao loved this fruit jelly when he was a child, and of course he hates this kind of fruit now.

The older a person is, the more he looks like a child. He clearly told the old man to ban sweets, but he secretly eats like a child. It is this kind of sweet and greasy candy.

Yan Jiabao rolled his eyes for a while, who is the little ancestor, how could he be fooled by a piece of candy, the old man is shameless, he can show face in this kind of meeting.

The sweet smell rushed into the little ancestor's nose, he moved the tip of his nose, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

Mr. Yan said happily: "Candy, it's sweet and delicious!", he knew that children must like candy.

"Want to eat?"

"Eat?" The little ancestor hesitated a little, and finally nodded.

Seeing the old man unwrapping the wrapping paper and feeding the candy into the little ancestor's mouth, and then the little ancestor smashed it into his mouth and ate it sweetly, even with a smile in his eyes, he was instantly jealous.

Woohoo, I knew that my little ancestor would love to eat these children's things. When he went out just now, he would definitely bring a bunch of them in. Now it's not the old man's turn to be courteous.

The piece of candy was quickly finished, and the little ancestor bit his lower lip reservedly, with an expression that was still unfinished.

"Does the little ancestor still want to eat?" Yan Jiabao asked very politely.

Can I eat again?The little ancestor frowned and looked at Mrs. Yan subconsciously. When Mr. Yan took out the candy, Mrs. Yan's reaction completely fell into the eyes of the little ancestor. He thought that this thing might be very valuable.

After thinking for a while, the little ancestor opened his eyebrows, and came to Mr. Yan with a white porcelain bottle in his hand, "exchanging".