When Manshu arrived at Zhu's hometown, the place had already been decorated.
There were lights and decorations outside, and inside the villa, the living room was even decorated as a banquet hall.
As soon as Manshu entered the door, the butler greeted her with blessing.
"Miss Manshu, you are finally here. The old man is sulking because you haven't come yet."
Old child, old child, blessing feels that since Miss Manshu became a disciple, the master has become more and more childish.
The apprentice didn't come for a few days. He was obviously worried about her and didn't call the little girl.
It's my birthday today, so logically speaking, Manshu should come here early to kowtow.
The old man changed into a Tang suit early in the morning and looked a bit more elegant and suave than when he was young.
It's a pity that after waiting and waiting, no one showed up.
However, I first waited for a call from the little girl, saying that something was delayed and she would not be able to come over until the afternoon to kowtow to the master.
No, my mood was ruined and I didn't even take a few bites of lunch.
"You old man, what are you saying bad things about me again?"
"Oh, Master, how can I dare to speak ill of you? Doesn't this mean that Miss Manshu should go upstairs to see you? You just happened to come down."
While greeting people and continuing to decorate the living room, Blessing smiled and chatted with Mr. Zhu.
"I'm sorry, you old guy doesn't dare to say bad things about me. But, who said I'm sulking?"
Don't think he didn't hear it just now, even though he is now eighty years old and his ears are very sharp.
"Master." Manshu quickly interrupted Mr. Zhu. She bent her legs and knelt down towards the old man. "I wish you a happy birthday, a long life, and no illness or disaster."
Manshu knelt down and said her blessing, then presented her birthday gift.
She hasn't been here for the past few days, Master must be unhappy.
But as soon as she knelt down, Zhu Lao's expression suddenly softened, and his eyes even looked a little moved.
Before Yan Zhan, he also had several apprentices.
But at that time, people were relatively young and did not pay much attention to the education of their apprentices.
Not everyone holds him in such high esteem.
He even noticed that some people came to be apprentices with a purpose.
In anger, he expelled people from his school. Later, as he became famous in the stone gambling world, he became the Taishan Beidou in the stone gambling industry in China, and there was an endless stream of people who wanted to become his disciples.
But there are really no people like Manshu who seriously wish him birthday and kowtow.
It's not that they are unfilial to their master, but that those disciples have become famous now. They are inherently talented and sought after by others, so it is difficult for them to follow the ancient etiquette like Manshu.
Although the old man's thinking is relatively up to date with the times, he still retains the traditions of his time in his bones.
Kneel down, kowtow, and perform a grand salute. This is the disciple's wish for his birthday.
However, what shocked him was yet to come.
Yan Zhan originally sent Manshu here, but when he saw Manshu kneeling, he also knelt down.
"Teacher, I wish you blessings like the East Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."
Blessing looked on, his jaw dropped in shock.
He looked at the bodyguard on the side: "Why do I see that Mr. Yan and Miss Manshu are kneeling as if they are bowing down to a high court?"
A Biao glanced at him: "Are you still speaking in human language? Miss Manshu is only seventeen years old!"
"What's wrong with being seventeen? In our era, a seventeen-year-old girl was already a big girl, and her family was already engaged. Besides, Mr. Yan is not very old either." Blessing didn't take it seriously.
"Eight years apart." A Biao muttered.
Unfortunately, Blessing didn't listen to him and asked the photographer who had arrived early to take a picture of Manshu and Yan Zhan kneeling and kowtow.
"Aren't you afraid that the one who will get angry later?" A Biao was speechless. Did he forget that Master Yan had a vicious reputation?
"What are you afraid of? He might come and ask me for it in the future." Blessing chuckled, with a rather meaningful tone.