"The most beautiful thing is that they have never seen you."
The old man looked proud: "Just watch, Lao Zhang will publicize it later, my granddaughter is the most beautiful!"
Manshu couldn't laugh or cry: "I can't say that I'm the most beautiful, right?"
"Why can't we talk about it?
You are much prettier than those stars in the entertainment industry, not to mention you just went to film school, I think that old man’s tail is almost up to the sky.”
"These days, that circle is in chaos. It doesn't matter if he doesn't worry about his granddaughter, he goes out and talks about it."
While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the breakfast shop.
"Lao Yan, are you here for breakfast?"
Someone actually greeted Mr. Yan in the store, and Manshu had a completely new understanding of her grandfather's social skills.
"Yes, I want four xiaolongbao and two fried dough sticks..."
Mr. Yan takes orders skillfully.
"Take a look and order what you want to eat."
The old man pushed the menu to Manshu.
Manshu also ordered some, which was only much more than what Mr. Yan had.
But the aunt who was listening to their order couldn't hold back: "Little girl, your grandpa has already ordered so much. If you order so much more, you won't be able to eat anymore."
Manshu knew that her appetite was a bit alarming, so she could only explain: "I am growing, so I need to eat more, otherwise I will not be able to resist hunger."
The aunt looked her up and down: "You girl has a great appetite, but it's only right for you to put your health first."
"It's not like that damn girl from my family who thinks about losing weight every day."
"I don't know what to lose. People in the Tang Dynasty still considered fatness to be beautiful."
Manshu held her forehead: I really want to tell this aunt that in the Tang Dynasty, fatness was not simply regarded as beauty, but plumpness was regarded as beauty.
However, she knew that her aunt would probably not listen.
"Lao Yan, why are you here later than usual?"
An old man who had taken care of Yan Zhentian before sat over.
What he ate were small wontons, and the bowl was almost full.
"I came here after doing morning exercises with my granddaughter."
He was okay, he was an old man, and he wasn't that particular, but Manshu was different. She even took a special shower before going out.
"This is your granddaughter, she is really beautiful."
The old man looked at Manshu.
"She is beautiful, and our family has good genes."
Yan Zhentian was indescribably proud.
"Manshu, this is Grandpa Chen."
He also didn't forget to introduce Manshu.
Manshu followed suit and said hello to Grandpa Chen again.
"I said, do you remember Miss Wang from the canteen in our alley, right?"
Yan Zhentian was confused for a moment, he couldn't remember.
Does the old lady at the alley kiosk have something to do with him?
"You really don't pay attention to anything else when playing chess."
"She has brought hot tea to our shade several times in the past few days. Didn't you pay any attention to her?"
Old Man Chen hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"What do I notice her doing?"
Yan Zhentian didn't think there was anything wrong with him not noticing such a woman.
"You just don't understand the style. People noticed you on the first day you came here. They've been asking where you live these past few days."
"In my opinion, she is probably attracted to you."
"Pu—ahem..."
Manshu couldn't hold it back and the tea in her mouth spurted out.
Fortunately, there was no breakfast on the table yet, and Old Man Chen couldn't finish it.
Otherwise, she would be embarrassed.
"Then what, you continue!"
Old man Chen didn't dislike Manshu, and even laughed at her: "What's the matter? Are you surprised to hear your grandfather's gossip?"