Chapter 543
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Gu Qingyao looked at Old Master Yang and asked, "Grandpa Yang, who is this Grandpa?"
Old Master Yang glared at her. "Didn't I say that you can just call me Old Man Yang? Why are you calling me Grandpa Yang? You're being so polite and formal! "
Gu Qingyao was speechless.
She was so innocent!
Didn't old people of this age like to be respected by their juniors?
Yet she had to meet these weirdos. Regardless of gender or age, they all wanted others to address them as Old Man!
Old Master Yang didn't argue with Gu Qingyao about this. To be honest, he was already used to letting others address him as such. With his current status, it was good to keep a low profile!
Self-mockery was a good thing!
Old Master Yang looked into his house and said, "That old fellow is someone we know. It's just that he's not on good terms with the three of us. He's considered an enemy and can't live under the same sky. When he found out that we got to know you recently and are living a good life, he came over here to ask for good food."
Gu Qingyao's lips twitched!
An enemy, and an enemy that couldn't live under the same sky at that. Yet he still came over after finding out that they had good food to eat?
What a weird relationship!
Gu Qingyao didn't care about the way these old masters interacted with each other. She took her basket and went into the house. The thin old master who came in later stared straight at her basket. When he saw her come in, he even sniffed hard.
Gu Qingyao was speechless.
He must be a foodie too!
Gu Qingyao was here to say goodbye today, so she prepared a sumptuous meal.
Stewed chicken soup, braised carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy chicken!
There was also yam, fungus, and a drinker's favorite, spiced peanuts!
When Old Master Yang and Old Master Zhou saw this, they immediately laughed!
The new old master was almost drooling. Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, he was so excited that he nearly cried.
He picked up his chopsticks and was about to dig in when he was stopped by the other three old masters.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo. This is ours! Ours! Don't snatch it from us! "
"You old bastard, not only did you snatch our wives, but you're also snatching food from us at your age. Get lost!"
When this old master heard this, he couldn't take it anymore!
"Who stole your wife? It's obviously you old perverts who are coveting my wife. How can you say that? "
The old man was indignant, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.
"A bunch of shameless people. I used to treat you guys as my brothers. We grew up together, but you guys actually took a fancy to my wife. I won't let you guys off for the rest of my life. Now that there's something good, you want to keep it all to yourself?
Gu Qingyao: "…"
What kind of messy relationship was this?
She didn't care about these weird old men and continued to take things out. There was a box of small cakes that she had made herself. There were two flavors.
There was also a bag of various preserved fruits, beef jerky, melon seeds, and so on. This was prepared for Old Man Sun, who loved sweets, and Old Man Zhou, who loved snacks.
Finally, there were two bottles of red wine.
These were all relatively rare items.
Old Master Yang loved to drink red wine, so it was more convenient for her to bring it out. Today, she only brought a bottle of white wine for the old masters to drink tonight. She didn't prepare anything else for them to keep.
These old masters had a lot of good things in their hands. White wine was relatively common in the black market, so they needed to exchange for it themselves.
Gu Qingyao smiled and said, "Grandpas, I'm here to bid you guys farewell. I'm going back to my hometown soon, so I'll bring more good food for you guys to eat."
As soon as she said that, the noisy house suddenly fell silent. The old masters looked at her as if they had been abandoned. It was so sad!
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