"Ah? We don't need all these fancy frills?"
Hearing Wen Shengkui's words, Xu Shi was deeply hurt. "Then forget it. It always makes me look like I'm being sentimental for nothing. I'll send you back first thing tomorrow morning."
"Who asked you to send me?"
Old Master Wen glared, but there was clearly no reproach in his tone.
Instead, after a moment, he leaned back with an unwilling look. "...Fine. Since you've already prepared everything, I'll reluctantly make use of it so it doesn't go to waste."
"It won't go to waste, it won't. You really don't need to worry so much, old man."
Xu Shi continued speaking sarcastically, but before he could finish, he suddenly felt someone pat him on the neck.
There was no need to think about it. It had to be one of Wen Shengkui's little tricks. Who else present had that kind of ability?
"Young people these days don't know the first thing about thrift!"
And he still had to lecture him a little more. Closing his eyes, he leisurely said, "You should know that food and clothes won't make you poor, but poor planning will."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Grandpa's lesson is absolutely right."
Xu Shi was speechless, but what else could he say? He could only choose to comply.
Gu Yi was thoroughly amused as she watched from the side. She suddenly felt that these might be the most entertaining grandfather and grandson in the world.
In any case, those warm scenes of heart-to-heart talks, loving grandfathers, and filial grandsons would probably be hard to find with these two. One was full of bad intentions, while the other was absurdly tsundere. Put together, they were simply too entertaining.
Why did that suddenly feel a little shippable?
*No, no. Shipping everything would only hurt