Fortune Teller Master
chapter-63-2

Although they were thinking this way, the two of them didn’t dare to ask rashly. They were a little uneasy but still waited for the little master to finish the meal and reveal the mystery. However, Zhou Zihao felt a little impatient.

The little master ate her breakfast happily. On the other hand, Chef Zhou Wensheng, who was admired by the little master, had no intention of eating. He couldn’t swallow a single dumpling on the soup. He simply looked at the little master’s mouth full of oil.

Lin Qingyin ate another plate of dumplings but now mixed with a bowl of fried noodles. Zhou Wenshan wanted to ask the little master where the half-table meat that he ate last night went to. This digestion was too fast.

Not long after, the little master put down her chopsticks. Zhou Zihao, who was also waiting eagerly, cheered up and quickly handed over the wet towel, then asked graciously, “Do you want something to drink?”

Lin Qingyin looked outside the window and wiped her fingers with a wet towel: “The sun is good today. You make a pot of tea. Let’s go to the yard and chat with the two elderly people.”

When the villa was built, there was still a big acre of land left behind. The old couples like planting flowers and vegetables in the yard. It was in late autumn now, many flowers were blooming. The big red pomegranates falling on the pomegranate tree look very attractive. There were also a dozen pumpkins half-hung on one side of the garden. Each of them was as big as the small basin.

The old people don’t have any concept of scenery decoration. They pay attention to practicality, but Zhou Zihao, who built this villa has some petty-bourgeois feelings. He put a set of solid wood tables and chairs near the pumpkin fields. People can sit and drink tea in the sun while looking at the mountains that were not far away, or looked fields in the yard.

After hearing Lin Qingyin’s instructions, Zhou Zihao quickly moved the complete set to the yard and sat on a stool to boil water and make tea. Lin Qingyin stood in the middle of the yard with her hands behind her back and looked at the old house of the Zhou family next to the villa. Fatty Wang stood behind Lin Qingyin and seemed to be asking something secretly.

Grandpa Zhou secretly waved his hand to his son. Zhou Wenshan rushed over when he saw this and asked in a low voice “Dad, what’s the matter with you?”

“Does our Xiao Hao like that little girl?” Grandpa Zhou snarled in Lin Qingyin’s direction with frowned eyebrows: “I think that little girl is still very young. Is she a minor? ”

Zhou Wenshan doesn’t know Lin Qingyin’s age. However, he heard his nephew say that this little master was still a high school student. She might be under eighteen years old.

“Dad, why do you ask about the ages of other girls? Little girls don’t like to talk about this now.” Zhou Wenshan reached out and held his arm: “Why don’t we go outside for a cup of tea and sunbathe. The weather these days are good, you must stay outside for a while so that your bones get stronger.”

Grandpa Zhou stretched out his hand and patted his son’s hand. He looked a little anxious: “Why are you so careless? Look at Xiao Hao’s diligent manner, can’t you see that he like that Little girl? I’m telling you this is not good. People haven’t grown up yet. Tell Xiao Hao that we can’t do this kind of thing. This is a crime.”

Zhou Wenshan didn’t expect his father to have such a rich imagination. He somewhat said dumbfoundedly: “You think too much, Xiao Hao has absolutely no thoughts about that little girl. He doesn’t have the guts to think about it.”

When the old man heard this, he felt relieved in his heart. Seeing that Zhou Zhihao’s tea was almost brewed, he stretched out his hand and patted his wife’s hand: “Let’s go, let’s go out for a cup of tea and sunbathe.”

The two old couples walked out slowly while holding each other hands. After leaving the door, Grandma Zhou grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds on the concrete floor by the window and placed them on the table, peeling them one by one with great patience.

Zhou Zihao poured the tea and shouted to Lin Qingyin: “Little Master, the tea is ready.”

Old man Zhou just picked up the teacup and was shocked by the words. The hot tea came out of the teacup and spilled onto the back of his hand. When it hurt, he subconsciously loses his grip. In an instant, the purple teacup fell to the ground and shattered.