After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"Mom, I will let you live a good life in the future."

Teng Sixi stretched out his hand to grasp Mother Teng's wrist, and said in a low voice.

Mama Teng sighed, and held her son's hand behind her back. She didn't know that Sixi was a good boy and had his own ideas, but they had relied on the Teng family for so many years, so how could they be with most of them at this time? hold different opinions.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the cook!"

At this moment, the same words as Teng Sixi rang out.

Everyone looked at Song Weitang who stood up.

"Happy birthday to grandpa. I just came here in a hurry, so I can only make a fool of myself in public and write a birthday greeting for grandpa. I hope grandpa won't let you down."

Song Weitang got up, bowed slightly towards the old man, and said loudly.

At this time, she didn't have any valuables on her, except for writing. She learned to write from her father since she was a child, and she was able to afford it.

As soon as Song Weitang finished speaking, many people immediately laughed out loud.

Especially Teng Jingjing was so indescribably happy.

"I'm really looking forward to the words written by Miss Song."

Although Teng Jingjing was smiling, his tone was thought-provoking.

Song Weitang couldn't help but turned his head to look at Mr. Teng who was on the side, there was something wrong with this handwriting.

"My dad has been the president of the Spring City Painting and Calligraphy Association for decades."

Old Master Teng said to Song Weitang in a low voice.

The whole Spring City knows that the old man of the Teng family has good handwriting, and most of them come to the old man for advice.

Song Weitang was taken aback for a moment, she was still playing tricks.

She chuckled.

"Great-grandfather, my word is just average, it's purely from my heart, and I hope my great-grandfather won't dislike it."

Old Master Teng clapped his hands.

"Girl, what are you talking about? Grandpa will be very happy if you have this heart!"

Mr. Teng was in high spirits.

He has a bad temper and was vicious when he was young. He is quite willing to guide the juniors of his family, but I don't know if his reputation was too scary when he was young. The juniors of his family came to him and talked softly. The language is similar to that of Lin Daiyu.

He didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of scaring these little guys out of danger.

For Song Weitang who is not only not afraid of him, but also generous, Mrs. Teng is really happy.

"Go to my study and get the paper that I put on the far right."

Old Master Teng summoned his servants and said in a low voice.

Soon the servants went to the old man's study to bring the paper.

Old Master Teng motioned for his servants to take the paper over.

Song Weitang stood there after taking the paper.

"Why does she keep touching that paper?"

All the younger generations of the Teng family gathered around, watching Song Weitang's movements curiously.

"It can't be that she can't at all!"

"No, I don't think it's possible. It's probably because I'm a little nervous after knowing my grandfather's calligraphy achievements."

"I can understand this. Every time I speak in front of my grandfather, I will forget."

"That's right, every time I was in front of my grandfather, I felt my mind went blank."

"But to be honest, at our great-grandfather's level, I heard that every time the current president of the Spring City Calligraphy Association comes to ask for advice, he is scolded bloody by his great-grandfather."

The current president of Chuncheng Calligraphy Association is a well-known calligrapher in China. He is in his forties. Every time he comes, he is scolded by Mrs. Teng and burst into tears. I was out of breath crying.

"Grandpa, I think it's a waste to write on this paper!"

Song Weitang coughed twice and said.

"Hey, girl, you know how to recognize rice paper!"

Hearing Song Weitang's words, Old Master Teng's eyes lit up completely.

He claims to be an expert in calligraphy in China, but the juniors of the Teng family don't have a hobby for calligraphy.

Calligraphers treat rice paper like guys who eat rice.

He brought out the rice paper today only because Song Weitang gave him a birthday gift, as an elder, he still has to cherish it.

But Song Weitang's ability to distinguish rice paper was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Grandfather was joking. They are both rice paper, but they are very different. The one in my hand can be called the king of rice paper. It is made of green sandalwood bark, supplemented by Shatian rice, and matched with the unique mountain stream in Jing County, Huicheng. Qingquan is the only way to make rice paper as thin as a cicada's wing. Although I have heard of it, it is the first time I have seen it. Sure enough, it is worth seeing once, and it is worthy of the name."

Song Weitang picked up the rice paper on the table with one hand, and sure enough, the light could see through, and the whole rice paper was almost weightless.

"Nice girl!"

Mr. Teng was very appreciative.

After all, Song Weitang is the only one who knows his rice paper in such a big Teng family.

"Quickly write a few words for the old man to read."

Old Master Teng's expectations for Song Weitang were instantly raised.

Because of Mr. Teng's compliment to Song Weitang, Teng Jingjing clenched his hands tightly.

She didn't expect that Song Weitang was really capable.

On the other side, Fu Junyan, who came out of the airport, waited outside the airport with a cold face.

Because of his slender height and that handsome face that couldn't be hidden even with sunglasses on, many people passing by couldn't help casting their gazes over.

"Brother, can you add a contact information?"

A shy college student-looking girl ran over and asked.

Fu Junyan raised his head lightly.

At a distance of hesitation, the girl looked at the handsome man in front of her, and she roared in her heart.

Why, no pores can be seen at such a close distance.

Why a man's skin is better than their girls.

"My girlfriend is very possessive."

Fu Junyan spit out a few words slowly.

The girl who had already been fascinated by that face didn't pay attention to Fu Junyan's words at all, and just kept shouting wildly deep in her heart.

Oh my god, so handsome, so handsome, even more handsome from a closer look.

When Fu Junyan turned to leave, the girl was still staring at Fu Junyan's leaving back.

It wasn't until she reacted that she remembered what she was here for.

The girl immediately ran to Weibo and posted the photo she just took.

"I ran into a super super invincible handsome guy at the airport, oh my god, when I saw him, I felt like my brain was shutting down."

"ps: The handsome guy is not very photogenic, the real person is a hundred times more handsome than the photo."

This microblog was instantly seen by many people.

"Damn, landlord, this can't be you, is there anyone who praises yourself so much?"

"After identification, the host is definitely in Versailles. Oh my god, this face can't be said to be online yet. What are you going to do? Go against the sky!"

"Lord, what you posted is a celebrity! This is not Bazhen Jade Food Male Second!"

"Comparing celebrities with ordinary people, the host is not kind!"

The girl who posted on Weibo had no idea that the handsome post she casually shared would become popular in an instant.

Eight precious jade food?

It wasn't the TV series before Orange TV. She lost weight and didn't dare to watch food dramas. After hearing the reply from netizens, she was curious to watch the TV series.