Zhu Lao is not only afraid that his young apprentice will be injured, but also that the former disciple whom he admires very much will be injured.
What will happen if Manshu finds someone he likes more in the future?
Do you regret your marriage?
After regretting his marriage, A Zhan became the laughing stock of the entire C City.
Manshu seemed to notice Mr. Zhu's concerns and winked at Yan Zhan.
"Master, are you worried that if I meet someone better in the future, I will regret being with my third uncle?"
Zhu Lao snorted.
The little girl is young and uncertain. Who knows who she will like in the future.
The palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh. Although Mr. Zhu was a little partial to the little girl, it didn't mean that he didn't care for Yan Zhan at all.
You know, Yan Zhan is also an orphan.
I wish I had treated him as my own child a long time ago.
Although he is no longer his master now, but just a teacher, it does not mean that his emotions will change.
"Don't worry, Master, have you ever seen any young talent who is better than my third uncle?"
Zhu Lao saw that she was still quite confident in Yan Zhan, and finally there was a smile in his eyes: "Do you still remember the two young people from the imperial capital who came to wish me birthday?"
Manshu was stunned for a moment, then recalled: "Are you talking about Feng Cheng and Shen Yan?"
"Those two children are still young now, but they are no longer in the pool. I'm not sure whether their future achievements will exceed that of your third uncle, but in terms of charm, they will definitely surpass him with an ice cube face."
"You know both of those two people. Do you still think that there is no one in the imperial capital who is better than your third uncle?"
Manju?
It seems she can't help but admit that those two are indeed the elite among people.
"They are certainly excellent, but they are too young. I just like the old ones."
In Yan Zhan's ears, Manshu's words kept echoing: I just like the old one!
Like the old one!
old!
Is he very old?
Zhu Lao subconsciously looked at Yan Zhan and saw that his face turned dark, and he immediately became happy.
"Hahaha, since you like Lao Niu, then fine. Master won't object to your affairs."
"But if you get engaged in such a hurry, how can I prepare a dowry for you?"
Manshuhun waved his hands carelessly: "Hey, don't worry, don't worry, it will be the same when we get married."
Zhu Laobai glanced at her: "You are not polite at all."
Manshu pouted: "Why are you so polite to me, my own master?"
Chongyuan "watched" his master and junior sister get along with each other with some curiosity. In fact, in their eyes, his master was a strange old man who was particularly difficult to get along with.
His temper is far from friendly.
Educate them when they are young and ask them to memorize. If they cannot memorize, they will be beaten.
But why did Master become a kind little old man when he arrived at Junior Sister's place?
After listening to what Junior Sister said just now, I dared to ask Master for something directly.
"Then do I also have to give a dowry to my junior sister?" As he said this, Chongyuan wanted to gouge out his own eyes again.
Manshu quickly stopped him: "Stop it, senior brother, I can't bear such a gift."
"Dislike it?" Chongyuan touched his eyes.
In fact, these two are glass species and are worth a lot of money.
If there are knowledgeable people, they may want to pluck out his eyeballs.
"That's not what I meant. I was just scared."
"Besides, my third uncle and I are both your junior brothers and junior sisters. It's not enough to prepare a makeup gift."
Manshu is so rude.
Mr. Zhu was still making noises next to him: "Yes, let your second senior brother prepare two copies. Although he is blind, he has made a lot of money over the years."