God knows that Mr. Xu Xiaolang is just grateful for his promotion during this period of time, and has no intention of touching the porcelain master.
Master Jiang San: "Ahem, look, it was indeed taught by my husband. Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir."
Sir: "Congratulations, congratulations to Mr. Jiang, congratulations to Mr. Jiang."
Then he said to the two would-be Jinshis: "Today is your big day, just be happy."
Zhou Lan couldn't sit still anymore, and shyly made a shameless request: "Sir, I want to go and talk to Chang Xi."
If my wife hadn't been pregnant with this happy moment, we should have gone together to witness it. I haven't met my wife yet. I'm a little anxious.
At this time, Zhou Lan wanted to say something to Chang Xi in person and share this joy with his wife.
The teacher laughed and ridiculed the disciple: "You act like a child and have no future." But he was also happy in his heart, after all, she was his female disciple.
Mr. Jiang San said to his uncle: "That's not what I mean. They have a better relationship. As a gentleman, you can also worry less."
The master waved his hand to dismiss the eldest disciple, and then said to Mr. Jiang San: "I know you feel sorry for your daughter."
Mr. Jiang San: "At least you should give some thought to your female disciple. I have never seen such a partial gentleman like you."
Mr. Wenzhai pondered for a moment before speaking: "That's right. If I were serious, I wouldn't be half of my disciples."
Jiang Changxi is only half a master of porcelain. I have never seen such a shameless girl.
Mr. Xu Xiaolang didn't quite understand what he heard, but Mr. Jiang San understood. For such a great gentleman to admit that a female disciple is only a half-disciple is already very good.
What's more, I have a lot of good things about Chang Xi, but Master Jiang San has to admit that as a girl, she is a bit out of line. It's rare for a gentleman to have a broad mind and recognize half of his disciples.
On Jiang Changxi's side, Dali talked about the strange things he had encountered when he came back. The two of them focused on Fu Langjun, who had his son-in-law captured.
For a while, I put the matter of my husband becoming a Jinshi master behind. The power of gossip is too powerful.
Jiang Changxi looked surprised, hating that she had missed such a big gossip: "Really, such a thing happened. It's a pity that I didn't follow it, otherwise it would have been better if I cooperated with you."
I feel like I got pregnant at the wrong time. For the sake of gossip, this is a god.
Dali's side was still unsatisfied: "I also think Lao Qitou is a bit weak, otherwise I could just throw Fu Langjun up to the second floor."
Jiang Changxi looked like she had missed 100 million: "I will definitely catch it." It was a pity that she was pregnant and could not show off her skills.
Dagui had to say something to stop the eldest grandma from thinking about it: "I'm afraid I won't let the eldest grandma pick it up."
Ahem, there are so many fun things that I can’t participate in. I glared at Dagui and said, “Can’t you just think about it for a while?”
Dagui: "There is a difference between imagining and wishful thinking. Not to mention that you are pregnant. Even if men and women are on guard against this, you can't take action."
Jiang Changxi: "Yes, for this reason, in order to prevent me from being unable to take action when encountering this problem in the future, should I carry this big frame with me and cooperate with Italy."
Dali: "Grandma, don't think about it. After all, this kind of thing doesn't happen all the time. You don't know, the street was very lively at that time. It can be seen that this thing is very strange and uncommon."
Da Guixin said, "Don't be so arrogant. The older you are, the more excited you are. You can't see this."
Isn't it? It's a pity that Jiang Changxi couldn't watch the gossip on the scene: "But you saw which family's girl kidnapped the bride, you didn't ruin their marriage, did you?"
Dali: "I will not do anything about being struck by lightning. I asked you about it in advance, and Mr. Fu said it was a rotten peach blossom."
Jiang Changxi nodded: "I didn't expect you to be quite cautious."
Dali: "That's right, I was trained by Grandma. I will reincarnate with Grandma in the future. I don't want to go to the eighteenth level of hell."
What the hell is this? Jiang Changxi, an atheist, is confused. Talking about gossip is off topic.
It was Dagui who laughed out loud at the side: "Grandma doesn't know that girls from farmers' families will always say this if they scold those who have bad marriages."
Jiang Changxi wanted to say that she couldn't guarantee reincarnation, but she wasn't sure, otherwise why would she be here?
Then he said magically: "If we can build a good relationship by bringing people into marriage, we still have to do it."
Dali nodded: "All slaves listen to Grandma. If Grandma says yes, she will definitely do it."
Jiang Changxi felt that she was under a lot of pressure and the burden was too heavy.
When Dali described Fu Langjun's appearance, Jiang Changxi felt that he must be good-looking, otherwise how could he be chased and intercepted by so many people? The inner courtyard was surrounded by Fu Langjun and the topic of catching his son-in-law, which was so lively.
No one even noticed that my uncle was on the list, and no one even asked. Tell me about this group of women. How heart-breaking.
Zhou Lan was disappointed when he came in. When he should be happy for him, he was stunned by this strange Fu Langjun.
After enduring it silently for a long time, his wife stopped paying attention to him.
Jiang Changxi was quietly pulled away by Dagui several times before he came back to his senses and forgot the point: "Ahem, congratulations, husband. Congratulations, husband."
Zhou Lan was sore and said: "No one is interested in her, and no one is trying to marry her. What can I say to congratulate you?"
Dagui couldn't help but snicker, knowing that the eldest grandma had just gotten carried away with the gossip.
Jiang Changxi also knew that he was a little out of line and had forgotten the important point. He could tell from the sound that this person was having a bad temper.
He quickly coaxed people: "You can't say that. The fact that Uncle Zhou can return to our Zhou Mansion safely is because I, the mistress, have fought a good defense and protected him well."
Zhou Lan looked sideways at Jiang Changxi, with a look on his face that said, "What did you do?"
Jiang Changxi said boldly: "Just because you have not encountered danger, you cannot not see the efforts, dedication, and so on that I, the mistress, have made for this."
What she said was so true that she almost believed it. Zhou Lan said, "I wonder what Grandma Zhou did?"
Jiang Changxi stretched out his finger: "First of all, I will let people go out to promote it. The young, handsome, and talented Uncle Zhou is already married, and he will be a father in a few months."
He held out his second finger: "Secondly, I want to conduct comprehensive research on those who have inquired about Uncle Zhou to ensure that it does not cause any trouble to our marriage and the stability of our family."
He raised his eyebrows, as if I was doing okay: "Finally, I have to beware of those who are motivated by impromptu, motivated by sex, motivated by talent, and those who take advantage of the chaos to rob."
Look, listen, one by one, nothing that doesn’t require a lot of planning and planning in advance. I, the head of the house, don’t just talk nonsense.