The old man pressed down the boiling appreciation in his heart again, squeezed out a very faint smile, and said, "Let's go into the house, it's just a light meal, it's too wasteful." ”

"It should."

Yan Mingshun put the gift on the coffee table, greeted the old lady again, and nodded to Zhao Xuelin, with ridicule in his eyes.

The old lady and the old man have completely different feelings, she has a very good impression of Yan Mingshun, the young man is good-looking, tall, polite and can make money, and is even better for his granddaughter, what else is there to pick such a young man.

"Thank you Xiao Yan for sending us color TV, thank you for your hard work." The old lady said with a smile.

"It's not hard, I'm honored to be able to do things for the two leaders."

Yan Mingshun slapped his ass with a righteous face, Zhao Xuelin and Xiong Mumu involuntarily rubbed the goosebumps on their bodies, and they really couldn't see that Yan Mingshun was a different kid!

The old man and the old lady are extremely useful, and they have a lot more good impression of Yan Mingshun, and the old man's black face has eased unconsciously, no way, the old man has never been an acting school, and he has a temperament that is not in the middle of winter, and he can show anything in his heart.

This is also the main reason why the big boss is willing to promote him.

Deep-minded people often like to deal with people with simple personalities, and this has been the case since ancient times, which is also the origin of Fu Sho and Naotomi.

The old man chatted with Yan Mingshun for a while, and then he talked about the war, mainly because the old man didn't understand anything else, only when he talked about the war, he would talk like a river, his tongue was like a lotus, and he could talk for hours without stopping.

It's just that the Zhao family doesn't like to chat with the old man, and when they heard it since they were children, their ears were about to become calloused, and the stories of the war that the old man said, they could recite them with their eyes closed, and they didn't miss a word, who still had the patience to accompany the old man to recite the ancients.

Yan Mingshun sat very respectfully, listened quietly, did not show impatience at all, and from time to time he received a few words just right, which made the old man's conversation more intense, and he talked endlessly, and he almost forgot to eat.

Poor to see, the old man who has been aggrieved for several years can be regarded as having found a soulmate who can listen to his stories quietly!

Until Master Yuan served a good dish, the old man was still unsatisfied, took Yan Mingshun's hand and said, "Mingshun, let's continue to talk after dinner." ”

Well, it has changed from Xiao Yan to Ming Shun, and the old man's festival has been taken away by the dog!

"Good!"

Yan Mingshun smiled slightly, his expression was still respectful, and there was even expectation in his eyes, but the old man was moved!

Yan Mingshun's expectation is not acting, he really likes to listen to the old man tell his previous stories, these are all living military textbooks, he can hear it is fortunate to have three lives, how can he get tired of listening to it?

"Mingshun eats this stewed elbow, it tastes very good, you eat more!"

The old man greeted Yan Mingshun warmly, smiling, there were so many bad reviews before, and they were all solved in a chat, Yan Mingshun at this time seemed to the old man, a thousand and ten thousand were pleasing to the eye.

Brother Zhao Xuelin despised the old man's rebellion, and several of them exchanged treacherous little eyes, grinding their fists, with a wicked smile on the corner of their lips.

Yan Mingshun's chopsticks stretched out to his elbow, wanting to clip a piece of thinner meat to his eyebrows, but then countless pairs of chopsticks stretched out, one chopstick per person, and most of his elbow was gone.