Han Cirang took Han Xingjin's empty soup bowl, poured all the oil into Han Cidong's bowl, and poured the oil into Han Xingjin's bowl before serving the soup to Han Xingjin.
After finishing serving, he said to Han Cidong: "Sister, you can't drink such oily soup."
Han Ciliang's tea was already cold. Han Ciliang wanted to add some hot water, but there was still a lot in the pot.
Han Ciliang added the cold fruit tea in the pot to Han Cidong and Han Cirang's tea cups, shook it, and filled it up for Huo Xiao.
The three people looked at him in confusion. How could he pour tea for his elders and sister without pouring them for them?
Han Ciliang said matter-of-factly: "Grandpa, grandma and sister can't drink cold drinks."
The three of us have a tacit understanding of the truth: we will give my sister what she wants, and we will accept what my sister doesn't want.
Huo Xiao felt a little aggrieved as to why he had to be implicated in the war between his three brothers.
Of course, Han Xingjin didn't just wait to be greeted by her three brothers. Speaking of Master Duan Shui, she was quite successful.
There are dishes for both brothers and sisters.
Give fruits, the same for four people.
Even the gift that Han Meiyi reminded her to prepare before was of average quality.
The elders were very happy to see the juniors getting along well with each other.
When the meal was almost finished, the servants collected all the leftovers and dishes, and Han Zaihua went to the refrigerator to take out the cake he had made before.
Han Xingjin knew that his uncle made it himself, but he didn't expect it to be so exquisite. Not only was the buttercream applied as smooth as a professional, but also the decoration was something that ordinary cake shops couldn't do.
What surprised Han Xingjin even more was the smiling face in the middle. Even though she didn't hold a mirror to her face, she knew it was her, drawn with chocolate sauce, and it should be a photo of herself.
Even though my brother-in-law has never seen him before, he can use chocolate sauce to draw a picture of himself that looks like him just by looking at his photo.
Drawing on photos is actually not difficult for professionals, but Han Xingjin found it difficult to draw on a small cake with chocolate sauce.
Especially the painting is so similar, so good, smooth, without any lumps and color differences like too much chocolate sauce or too little. It looks like it is all done in one go.
Han Xingjin was stunned for a long time before he looked up and said, "Thank you, uncle. I like this cake very much."
Yes, Han Xingjin really liked it. She rarely took pictures while eating. She took out her mobile phone and took many pictures in succession. She even asked Huo Xiao to take a photo of her and the cake.
As soon as Huo Xiao reached out for Han Xingjin's cell phone, Han Zaihua took it.
“Go, go, take photos, I’m the professional.”
In the end, Han Zaihua not only took several photos of Han Xingjin, but also adjusted the angle and light and asked a servant to take a group photo for them.
Han Xingjin suddenly felt that Han Zaihua was not a tough guy, even a tough guy was quite tender.
After blowing out the candles, Han Xingjin was reluctant to cut the cake. Firstly, she was reluctant to destroy such a beautiful cake. Secondly, she always felt like she wanted to cut a knife into her forehead.
Han Zaihua urged her, "Hurry up and my uncle will draw one for you every year from now on."
Han Xingjin was moved but also a little panicked, thinking that it was not okay for him to have this hit on his forehead every year.
Han Meiyi and Huo Jindong also came to Han's house after finishing, caught up with the finishing touches, and both ate a small piece of Han Xingjin's birthday cake.
Before leaving, Han Xingjin still felt a little unfinished. His uncle was so interesting. He had a lot of experience and his humorous narration. Han Xingjin felt that it was a pity that his uncle did not publish a biography.
At this moment, Han Xingjin no longer thinks Han Zaihua is a tough guy, she only thinks her uncle is a joke.
It was already late when I returned to Huo's house. I didn't expect that the old lady was still awake. She was in the room, but she didn't close the door. She deliberately left the door ajar, letting out a large amount of light.
Now that things are like this, Han Xingjin can't help but say hello.
Han Xingjin and Han Meiyi went there together. Han Xingjin knocked on the half-open door and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, are you asleep?"
The old lady replied lazily, "I'm not asleep yet, come in."
Han Xingjin opened the door and saw the old lady lying on the lounge chair wearing a shawl, "Grandma, I'm here."
Han Xingjin still remembered what the old lady said last time, and was not sure what her attitude was now.
The old lady seemed not to remember what she had said before, "Come back as soon as you come back, whatever you say, come here."
Han Xing responded solemnly.
Huo Xiao heard them talking and ran in, "Grandma, why aren't you asleep yet? Aunt Huo Ting will take you to the typhoon shelter today. Is it delicious?"
The old lady hummed and said to Han Xingjin: "Go to bed early when you get back and cheer up tomorrow.
"I know, grandma, go to bed early."
It seems that the old lady has given up. Since resistance is ineffective, she can only join.
When Han Xingjin came out of the old lady's room, she didn't ask any more questions. She and Han Meiyi seemed to have a tacit understanding about some things, and everyone knew it tacitly.
Han Meiyi pulled Han Xingjin back to her room, "I've prepared a dress for you. You can see which one you want to wear tomorrow."
Han Xingjin looked at the mobile coat rack in the middle of the cloakroom, a little panicked, "So many."
Han Meiyi pulled Han Xingjin and said, "It's okay. Pick what you like. They are all high-end new products. Keep the ones you like and return the ones you don't like."
Han Xingjin felt that he was really not good at it. After so long, he still couldn't adapt to... the life of a wealthy family.
Han Xingjin picked two and then stopped. Not to mention the cloakroom in Hong Kong City, even the cloakroom in Lanting still had many hangtags that had not been removed. Han Xingjin felt that it was necessary to have a profound conversation with Han Meiyi.
"Mom, I know you want to give me the best you can give me, but there are some things I don't think are necessary."
Han Meiyi suddenly became a little nervous, thinking that she had done something wrong.
"Mom, there is no need to buy me so many things every season. There are so many brands. Each brand has a lot of new products every season. I just can't wear the same thing every day."
"Mom, after all, I'm still a student. I think this is too wasteful. In fact, if I wear big brands every day at school, I might be ostracized by my classmates."
Han Xingjin didn't scare Han Meiyi out of thin air. She had actually met a girl from a better family before, and she liked to show off her wealth, but she was ostracized by her classmates.
Han Meiyi didn't expect that Han Xingjin would tell her this. Obviously, the girls in the magazine were very happy when big brands occasionally collaborated with them to give them internal discounts.
Huo Jie has never lacked these things. Sometimes she gives Huo Jie a bag or something that she doesn't use much and doesn't match her age. Huo Jie can't hide her happiness.
She thought that girls, no matter how old they were, would like these things, but she didn't expect that Han Xingjin could say this to her.