ATBLM [QT] Chapter 120.2

The two sentences before were memorized specifically to deal with his old mother. They were able to fool him in the past, but he did not expect that they weren’t enough this time.

He thought and thought, and thought again and again. He felt a little thirsty after thinking about it and could not help but say: “It’s just a little bit less, and it doesn’t quench my thirst. Give me a bigger cup next time.” (T/N: Bahahaha…)

Xing’s mother smiled, lowered her head, and looked for something under the coffee table.

Xing Yan felt like he saw the mallet flashing inside. His strong desire to survive made him quickly put the wooden box that he brought back on the table, “Mom, look what I found for you. It’s a small pink and green square pot imitating the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. It was made during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. I showed it to Old Master Shen, and he said it was a good thing.”

Only then did Xing’s mother raise her head, carefully pick up the small square pot, and take a closer look. Her affection was beyond words, “Are you talking about Mr. Shen Keshen? Isn’t it rude to come to visit?”

“No.” Xing Yan said firmly.

“I heard that Mr. Shen planted the roses in his house for his wife. They are cultural people who have sentiments.” Xing’s mother said, with a hint of yearning on her face.

Xing’s father snorted from the side, “Sentiment cannot be eaten.”

Xing’s mother glanced at him and said, “How can a vulgar person like you understand if you only drink enough water?”

“Am I vulgar?!” Xing’s father glared, “You have lived a lifetime with vulgar people like me, but you haven’t reached that level of elegance yet!”

“Even if I spend my whole life with you, I will only become a secular person. If I had married a cultured person back then, maybe I would have a rose garden now!”

“Are you blaming me for not planting seeds for you?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“That’s what you mean!”

The two of them quarreled with each other. Xing Yan looked at this and that. He could not ignore it, so he had to clear his throat, “Dad, Mom—”

“Shut up!” The two people turned around and shouted at the same time. Their guns immediately pointed at him.

“You stinky boy, why aren’t you married? What about my daughter-in-law?! Where’s my eldest grandson?!” Xing’s mother crossed her waist and glared.

“That Old Man Li next door teases his two grandsons in front of me every day. Why did I give birth to a coward like you? You can’t even date a girl at your age!” Xing’s father said angrily.

“Hey, you still pick up girls. It looks like your sword is not old yet?” Xing’s mother suddenly turned her blade and faced Xing’s father quietly.

“I, I’m talking about him!”

“You dare to say that you haven’t thought about it?”

“You are making trouble unreasonably!”

“You dare to yell at me? Okay, you Xing Dashan, if I don’t take care of you today, you won’t know why the flowers are so red!”

Seeing that the battle was escalating, Xing Yan did not dare to persuade them anymore this time. The two of them had already taken off their gentle clothes, and they shouted at each other, indicating that the rhythm of the next step was a mallet and a washboard. He did not want to be affected again.

He slipped out of the living room on tiptoes, looked back, and saw that his father’s ears had been picked up by his mother. He sighed in his heart, this is a familiar recipe.

***

May is the season when flowers are in full bloom. The roses in Shen Mansion are in full bloom, and the pomegranates in the corner are not willing to be lonely, blooming bright orange-red flowers.

The pomegranate flower is like fire, a very beautiful and passionate color.

Old Madam Shen was intrigued and wanted to use pomegranate flower juice to make rouge. Jiang Rui volunteered to help. At this time, she was wearing a straw wide-brimmed hat and picking pomegranate flowers with a bamboo basket.

It had been more than a month since she came to this world, so far she had only seen Xing Yan from a distance. But, she is not worried at all.

Because the orchestra only ended its tour around the country before, she had a long vacation. She practices the violin on the balcony every day, waters the flowers, and talks with the two elders. She was very leisurely.

This pomegranate was a flower pomegranate. The tree was not high, so she did not move a ladder. After picking the bottom circle, she could not pick a few flowers on the top. She was about to ask Nanny Xu to move a chair, but suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind her. All the flowers were pulled out in a few strokes.

Jiang Rui turned around and raised her head again to see the whole person clearly.

Xing Yan obeyed his old father’s orders and shamelessly came to ask for rose seeds produced by the Shen family. He did not expect to see a beauty picking flowers.

Looking at the little beauty, he smiled gracefully and showed his big white teeth: “Miss Shen, we meet again.”

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Translator’s Comment:

Haha… This family is too funny.

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