Yuzhu just smiled, but couldn't answer the question. How could he, the son-in-law of my father-in-law's daughter, be so judgmental?

After entering the room, I saw a thin and dark middle-aged man, and a Manchu lady in full makeup, sitting on the main seat.

"My son-in-law, Yuzhu, kowtow to Abha, Erbuhe." Yuzhu knelt down on the kneeling mat in an orderly manner and kowtowed three times.

(Note, the Manchu terminology for father-in-law and mother-in-law is too awkward, so I will use the Chinese terminology in the future, please forgive me.)

Changde was very satisfied when he saw that Yuzhu did not have the arrogance of the first wealthy family in Manchuria, so he raised his hand with a smile and said: "Get up, we are a family, we don't need to be so polite in the future. Sit down and talk."

Yuzhu said respectfully: "The etiquette cannot be discarded. How can there be a seat for my son-in-law in front of you two adults?"

The kind words from my father-in-law are just polite words. If Yuzhu takes it seriously, he is just a melon.

Seeing that Yuzhu refused to sit down, Yuzhu's mother-in-law, Ergen Jueluo, winked at Anlin.

Under An Lin's strong pull, Yuzhu couldn't resist him, and then he reluctantly sat sideways on the brocade stool.

There is no way, Yuzhu is not an ordinary son-in-law, but the next generation head of the Tong Jia family and the future first-class father-in-law.

Irgenjue Luo's younger brother still needs Yuzhu to introduce the fifth elder brother. She wants to ask for help from her son-in-law, so how can she keep putting on airs?

(PS: What I’m most afraid of is the Chinese New Year. There are too many Chinese New Year parties. I don’t have time to code words at all. Those who understand will understand naturally. There are too many reminders for updates. Let’s do it this way. If there are 4788 monthly tickets today, there will be an increase.
Chapter completed!