Author: Floating Life

Her son Yan Kun still remembers his grandfather’s birthday, so he rushed back before Mr. Yan’s birthday.

"Happy birthday, grandpa, this is the white jade cigarette pole I brought back to you."

The entire cigarette pole is carved from milk-colored jade, which is only the size of a palm, but it is very realistic. It will feel a cool touch when touched on your hands, and it is full of ornamentality. Moreover, the old man used to smoke this kind of old cigarette gun, but he quit the cigarette when he was old.

This white jade cigarette pole looks very expensive. The old man smiled and took the gift, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, okay, you're willing, but why are you wasting this money? It's enough for you to come back and have a meal with me."

He said that, but the old man still couldn't put it down and took the white jade cigarette pole in his hand and trayed it, treating it as a string.

"Why is it a waste of money to buy things for grandpa? And it's only once a year, so it's normal to give grandpa a gift."

Yan Kun is still filial to his grandfather, not just to inherit his family property. As he said that, he stepped forward and pinched his grandfather's shoulders.

Yan Jinqu finally felt comforted. He was having a headache by Yan Weili and Ye Yi and his wife these days. I hope Yan Kun is back and these two can rest for a while. Thinking of these two people who are not good at it, he couldn't help asking angrily.

"For reason, Ye Yi, have you two prepared anything for me?"

The old man glanced at the two of them. He didn't see anyone busy with food when he woke up today. He guessed that these two people probably completely forgot about his birthday.

"This, dad, I..."

If Yan Weili had any high-end gifts in Kaifeng in the house, it would probably be reasonable if he bought them for the old man. But if he forgot, he would forget them. Yan Weili didn't want to tell this lie. If he exposed his vest, his father would be even more angry. He shook his head with some guilt.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I've been busy these days. I forgot that it's already March 4th."

"Oh, you can forget your father's birthday. You are such a busy person."

The old man couldn't help looking at him sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, dad, I won't forget it next time. I'll make up for you tomorrow, okay?"

Yan Weili's guilty way.

"Are I wanting a gift? Am I missing your gift? Next time, maybe I will leave tomorrow, so how about next time!"

Yan Jinqu angrily patted the table, wishing he could throw the teacup into his face. This unfilial son was very terrible.

"Where are you, Ye Yi, you forgot, right? You ran out all day long, what did you do? I even thought you were preparing gifts for me."

Yan Jinqu continued to point his finger at Ye Yi. Ye Yi never forgot about the birthday of her father-in-law. When he woke up early in the morning, he would ask someone to prepare food and prepare a gift according to his own wishes. He liked it or not, but at least he could see that she prepared it with sincerity. This time, the couple had a tacit understanding and both forgot.

Yan Kun sighed silently in his heart. He didn't help his parents, but just silently pinched the old man's shoulders. He happened to be on a business trip that few days ago, but before leaving, he had already reminded his mother that he would prepare gifts for his grandfather, how could he forget? What have his parents done at home these days? He can still forget such a big thing, and he can't blame his grandfather for being angry.

"I...I'm sorry, dad."

Ye Yi originally wanted to say hard, "I'm not in the mood to celebrate your birthday, but after looking at the son behind the old man, she remembered the promise the old man gave a few days ago, so she closed her mouth again and lowered her head with guilt."

No matter what, the old man was still good to Kun'er. She shouldn't have forgotten about this.

"Dad, I'll go and arrange the meal now. Let's have a good meal at noon. Don't be angry, don't get angry. Didn't Xiaokun prepare a gift for you? Xiaokun has always taken you to heart, and the person he loves the most is you."

Ye Yi quickly said good things and pulled out his son, hoping that the old man would not scold himself in front of him for his sake.

"Just go to the state-owned hotel to pack a little and come back. When will it be time to get ready for the arrangement?"

The old man's tone slowed down, and he did take this trick.

"Okay, I'll go now."

Ye Yi hurried back to get his bag and was about to go to a state-owned hotel to pack the meal. Yan Kun also said, afraid that his mother would not be able to bring it back.

"Grandpa, then I'll go with my mom, we'll be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Weimin arrived with Zheng Xiuxiu and a few children, and they were carrying a lot of things in their hands.

"Happy birthday, grandpa! We're here to give you birthday gifts, and my parents have also made a lot of delicious food."

Jian Xingxing was holding a snack box in her hand. As soon as she came in, she couldn't help but say happily, her voice was sweet with milky breath.

"No need to go, the food is coming."

The old man stopped Ye Yi and Yan Kun and his son who were about to go out. He smiled and said to Jian Xingxing and others.

"Just wait for your food. When you come, you can start your meal."

Originally, what Ye Yi asked someone to prepare was just an ordinary lunch, which was a bit shabby for his birthday, but now Yan Weimin and Zheng Xiuxiu have cooked a lot of good dishes and brought them over, so they can make do with it and don’t have to go to a state-owned restaurant. What the old man wanted to eat was home-cooked dishes from beginning to end, not the food outside. No matter how delicious the food outside was, it was not as good as the one at home.

"Tell me, what gifts did you prepare for grandpa?"

The old man looked at Yan Weimin with a smile. He was still mysterious and covered with cloth. The old man couldn't see what it was.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what we gave you was the paintings that the six of us painted together. I think they look very good, grandpa, you will definitely like them."

Jian Xingxing walked up with a groan. She put the ten boxes on the table, and then ran back to Yan Weimin's feet happily, as if she wanted to uncover the cloth and reveal the true face of the mysterious gift. However, she was not tall enough, Yan Xing picked up Jian Xingxing, and Zheng Xiuxiu picked up Yan Sheng, with two children on the side.

One person pulled a corner of the cloth and slowly lifted it up.

"Dangdang Dangdang, this is a family photo. Grandpa, look, do you like it? Grandpa, look carefully, who else is there except us?"

Yan Nan put his hands around his chest, and he reminded him with a bit of pride.

"Oh, is that right? There are so many people, so I have to take a good look."
Chapter completed!