novelden Chapter 1017: The Man Comes Riding on a Bamboo Horse (6)
Chapter 1017: The Man Comes Riding on a Bamboo Horse (6)
After dinner, Tao Fangfei cleaned up and prepared medicinal soup for the three people.
Looking at the three people sitting in a row and chatting.
Tao Fangfei couldn't help but scold him, "Yasi, you're already a father, and you're still so silly. I told you to go back to your room and soak in the water, it's the same."
"My daughter has been in a bad mood these past two days, so I'm going to tell her some jokes!" Ning Yasi said disapprovingly, "My Sese is the best. Not to mention that he hasn't come to visit, even if he did, I'd kick him out.
Not only are we extremely poor, but our health is also not good. Actually, Lao Xiao is also responsible for this. We didn't have much to eat when we were fleeing.
The child has been suffering from poor health all this time, and now that he's settled down, he hasn't been given any good food to replenish his body. Don't underestimate him because he may seem to be good at studying. When the day comes for the test, he won't be able to pass the physical test."
"Dad! Actually, there's something I've always wanted to ask you!" Ning Xiu asked curiously, "Uncle Xiao always said that our two families were from the same hometown, but when we lived together, I saw that you didn't seem to be very familiar with him, and your living habits were also..."
Tao Fangfei happened to be walking over with peeled fruit. When she heard her son ask this, she said, "You might as well ask me instead of your father! When we were in our hometown, your father was out having fun except when he was learning his craft.
He had no idea who else in his hometown was working with him, or who had similar skills. Of course, he might have felt it was unnecessary to know.
During those years of fine clothes, fine horses, cockfighting and dog running, Ning Yasi's journey to this world was not in vain.
However, Ning Xiu couldn't quite connect the person his mother was talking about with himself, who was serious and responsible at work, greedy and sleepy when he got home, and often smiled like a fool.
Feeling his son's questioning gaze, Ning Yasi said unhappily, "Why, you're allowed to be outstanding in your teens, but I, your father, can't be able to learn something in one go?
Back then, I memorized your grandfather's skills after just one look. I picked them up quickly, and no matter how much work I had to do, it wouldn't stop me from going out and having fun!"
Ning Xiu looked at his mother Tao Fangfei for confirmation.
"That's true. Your father usually learns his craft in the morning and sneaks out in the afternoon!" Tao Fangfei nodded. "It's also a blessing that your grandfather has only one son, otherwise the craft wouldn't have been passed on to him.
Your grandfather said that the most important thing in this line of work is to be able to calm down, but your father's personality is too erratic. Although he has great talent, how far he can learn depends on his luck.
As they talked, the atmosphere in the Ning family became inexplicably depressed.
"If your master could see you now, he would definitely be pleased!" Ning Yasi said this with a somewhat sad expression. "He has always wanted a disciple like you who is calm and composed."
Sensing her husband's disappointment, Tao Fangfei immediately tried to persuade him, "Look at you. Why are you saying this again? You're already a senior master in Jiuhualou, the largest jewelry store in Yanzhou City. You haven't let down our father's teachings over the years."
"Mom, you haven't told me about the Xiao family yet!" Ning Yun saw that her parents were about to get close to each other again, so she quickly reminded them.
If it was her son asking, Tao Fangfei wouldn't care too much, but now that her daughter asked, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Just tell me! I'm not spreading rumors, it's what it is!" Ning Yasi urged.
Tao Fangfei then talked about the Xiao family.
From their mother's words, the Ning brothers and sisters realized that the Xiao family's craftsmanship could not be considered inherited from their ancestors.
Xiao Gencai's father had worked as an apprentice to a goldsmith for a period of time, but it was only two or three years before he became a master, and the goldsmith returned to his hometown.
Later, Xiao's father followed several masters intermittently, and was considered to have entered the art, but he was only an entry level master.
Later, Xiao Gencai learned this craft from his father, but his level was not very good, just average.
"Actually, our Ning family and the Xiao family didn't have any relationship when we were in our hometown!" Tao Fangfei glanced at her daughter and continued, "We just took care of each other for a while while we were fleeing.
And the rent for the house we rented before was always paid by our family. It was because his wife gave Ah Xiu a piece of cake out of pity when we were fleeing."
However, no matter how great the favor is now, they have repaid it with the support they have given them overtly and covertly over the years.
Previously, because their daughter Ning Yun liked him, the Ning couple had seriously considered the marriage between the two families even though they didn't like Xiao Jianlu very much.
But now that the Xiao family has missed the scheduled time for the marriage proposal, that would be the best thing to do.
While saying these words, the Ning couple was observing the expression of their daughter Ning Yun.
They were very pleased with their daughter's performance. From being sad and upset at the beginning to being indifferent now, the Ning couple felt that they could rest assured for the time being.
In fact, the night that Xiao Jianlu did not come to propose marriage was the day when Yun Nihuan and Lunhui Pan "moved to a new home".
Looking at the host's sea of consciousness filled with memories of delicious food, Yun Ni was really a little at a loss.
"Panpan, will the host's favorite cake be delicious?" Yun Nizhen, who always feeds on memories and emotions, was drooling for the first time because of the host's memories.