"Did you see it? This is a gift from Manshu girl!"
Zhu Lao saw that Yan Zhan had noticed his side, and his face was full of pride.
"The massage chair comes with a matching massage footbath. This girl is so filial!"
Yan Zhan pursed his thin lips lightly: "Are the massage chair and footbath matched?"
Although he was talking to Mr. Zhu, his eyes were glanced at Manshu.
Manshu subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but Mr. Zhu had already nodded.
"Of course it's a matching set, they are all health products for middle-aged and elderly people!"
"The little girl is still considerate. You disciples, why don't you give me jadeite like this one by one? It's from a jade bottle, it's cold. How can such a thing be practical?"
Mr. Zhu wished he could praise Manshu from head to toe.
Yan Zhan's mouth twitched: "Well, a jade bottle worth three million yuan is not as good as a massage chair worth three thousand yuan."
Don't ask him why he knows the price!
He saw it on the packaging box.
The employee who delivered the goods forgot to tear off the price tag.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mr. Zhu stood up and wanted to hit him, "Can this filial piety be measured by money?"
"Besides, is three million a big deal to you? But three thousand yuan is a huge sum of money to Manshu girl!"
Yan Zhan stopped talking.
I just feel bad about that footbath.
Just give him a massage chair, and separate the matching massage basin to give it to his special assistant?
Are you giving the whole set as a gift to the old man?
For some reason, during the whole meal together, Manshu felt that Yan Zhan looked at her with dissatisfaction.
Could it be that he was not satisfied with the massage chair he bought before?
That's right. You wouldn't be happy if you found out that you received the same gift as an elderly person, right?
What's more, Master kept praising himself for his filial piety.
The third uncle still doesn’t know that she is the daughter of the Yan family, so he must think that she is wildly hinting that he is old!
Manshu also didn't expect Mr. Zhu to make a special call to Yan Zhan after receiving the gift and invite him to his home for dinner so he could show off.
It is understandable that the elderly show off the filial piety of their children and grandchildren.
But this doesn’t show off to anyone!
Fortunately, Yan Zhan didn't say that he received the same gift from Manshu.
Otherwise, Manshu would have to find a crack in the ground to burrow in.
She had just finished rejoicing in her heart when she heard Yan Zhan casually say: "I also received a massage chair."
Manshu's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened, and the food on the chopsticks almost fell to the dining table.
Sure enough, it’s nothing to worry about.
She had reason to suspect that Yan Zhan was expressing his dissatisfaction!
Zhu Lao was also stunned: "Who gave it to me?"
Who is so blind as to dare to give Yan Zhan such a thing?
Yan Zhan said nothing and only looked at Manshu.
Manju?
She thinks she should make a crack under the table now, she is so good at it!
Zhu Lao followed Yan Zhan's gaze and looked at Manshu, and understood instantly.
The old man suppressed a smile: "Ahem, that's good. People like you who are busy working every day need to relax."
"This gift is well chosen." Hahahaha!
When it comes to incomprehensible style, Yan Zhan is the first, and Manshu girl is the second!
Yan Zhan glanced at Mr. Zhu with disgust: "Before you laugh, please swallow your food."
"You are getting older and younger. Even if I am not your master in name, I am still your teacher, right? Have you ever spoken to a teacher like this? Hahaha..."
Mr. Zhu really couldn't hold it back. If Yan Zhan, who was fifty years old, received a massage chair, he would understand.
The key is that Yan Zhan is only twenty-five this year.
"Mr. Yan, I just think that the massage chair is more practical. I may give you other gifts that are not worthy of your status."
Zhu Lao's laughter actually gave Manshu the courage to explain.