Even if he is sneering on the inside, his expression is always harmless.

But the silent gesture seemed to Shen Yan to be a sign of guilty conscience!

"Could it be that...you don't know grandpa's birthday?"

"That's enough, Xiao Yan." Shen Chunjiang frowned, "Eat well."

"Dad - don't be angry! I'm just asking. It turns out she really didn't prepare a gift?" As he said that, he poked the rice in the bowl, seeming to be angry, and muttered in a low voice, "It's grandpa's birthday, one year." It’s just once, of course I want him to be happy, but some people are too careless..."

The pink lips were pursed, and there was a feeling of distress for the old man between the lines.

No one would think she was overbearing, she was just innocent and childlike.

Sure enough, a kind smile appeared on Shen Zongming's face, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shen Huan——

She waved her hands repeatedly and hurriedly defended: "No... I know grandpa's birthday..."

"Since you know, what about the gift?" Shen Yan sneered, a dark light flashing under her eyes.

The more he explains, the more he makes mistakes, the more he quibbles and the more he panics. If he could get away with "the one who doesn't know is not guilty" before, now Shen Wei has pushed herself over the cliff with just one word.

How stupid!

Either being unfilial or admitting to lying, in either case, Shen Zongming will be disgusted, unless she can conjure a gift with nothing.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Shen Yan wiped her mouth gracefully to hide the gloating smile on her lips.

All eyes immediately turned to Shen Huan, including Shen Qian who had never spoken.

Under the gaze of everyone, the girl seemed to become more nervous. From the way she clenched her knife and fork tightly, her trembling hands showed the anxiety and panic in her heart at this moment.

Shen Zongming withdrew his gaze. Although he had no feelings for this sudden granddaughter, he was still disappointed. Just as he was about to say "Forget it", he suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl raising her head from the corner of his eye -

A pair of clear black eyes shone with sparkling light, showing a bit of depth, and then turned to the old man who was sitting upright.

Take a deep breath and take out a...silk handkerchief?

"It's not a valuable thing. I didn't want to bring it out to be embarrassing," the girl pursed her lips, looked at Shen Yan across from her, and then showed a soft smile: "But my sister is right, your heart is the most important thing, followed by the price."

"Do you think you can take a random veil and say a few words and give it to grandpa as a birthday gift? Who knows where you pulled it out from?" Shen Yan sneered.

The girl's eyes dimmed and she moved her lips, but in the end she did not speak out in defense.

Maybe, it's really embarrassing...

For some reason, Shen Qian was able to interpret the girl's inner thoughts from her expression and movements.

"Let me see."

A big palm with distinct joints came into view, and Shen Han obediently handed over the silk handkerchief.

The man held it in his hand and looked at it. Suddenly, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his sharp eyes fell on the girl, with a bit of scrutiny and judgment, and a faint warning.

Shen Huan looked confused.

Did she...did something wrong again?

"Aqian, what's going on?"

"Grandpa, if I admit it correctly, the pattern on this square silk handkerchief should be Su embroidery..."

In a modern society where machine production and assembly line production have become large-scale, for people other than collectors, the word "embroidery" is a primitive craft that only exists in ancient books.

In particular, under the premise that craftsmen are passed down from one line, the real embroidery skills are only in the hands of a few people, and the most famous Su embroidery has very few successors.

Nowadays, works that can be called authentic "Suzhou embroidery" have been divided up by collectors with strong financial resources, and there are very few in the world.

However, things are rare and valuable, and the less something is, the more sought after it is.

Mr. Shen is one of them.

In his own words, "Inkstone is extreme, embroidery is pure."

In inkstones, I only love Duan inkstones; in embroidery, I only admire Su embroidery.

The small silk handkerchief in Shen Qian's hand is decorated with authentic Suzhou embroidery.

"Brother, please be more reliable, okay? How can she afford Su embroidery? It must be a fake." Shen Yan's expression was exaggerated, with sarcasm hidden in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Shen Qian shook his head, "It's not a fake. And it's not bought."

Shen Yan made a gesture to pull it, but the man gently avoided it and handed it to the old man: "Take a look."

As an expert among them, Shen Zongming had already developed a sharp eye. Within a moment, he nodded and confirmed the eldest grandson's judgment: "It's true."

Shen Yan couldn't believe it. She stood up suddenly and grabbed Shen Huan's hand across the dining table: "Okay, you are actually a thief!"

Shen Wen was stunned: "I'm not!"

"Then where did this veil come from? Tell me -" She wouldn't believe it even if I beat her to death. Shen Huan, a poor man, had money to buy a collection as a gift.

"I embroidered it myself and gave it to grandpa!" Shen Huan suddenly exerted force and threw her hand away.

Shen Yan gasped and almost stumbled down on the chair. It was such a shame and humiliation!

Shen Huan changed her weak posture, her eyes were red, and she almost roared: "You may not like me, but you can't slander me!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was stunned by the girl's sudden burst of strength.

But soon, the sound of sobbing brought everyone back to reality. Although the kitten can show its claws, it is still a cat after all and cannot transform into a tiger.

Shen Wen held back her tears, but her trembling lips and red nose betrayed her strength at the moment, "I embroidered the handkerchief myself, not stole it!"

He spoke word by word and tried his best to defend himself, "If you don't believe me, you can look at the tattoo on the upper right corner, which contains my grandfather's name."

Congratulations to Mr. Shen Zongming on his 75th birthday - the word "婠".

The handkerchief is not big, only the length and width of two palms of an adult man's hand, and the characters are even smaller.

Shen Zongming also held it from a distance and carefully identified it to see clearly. Then he looked at the content of the picture - "Peng Zu Plays with Ghosts", which perfectly fits the birthday theme.

I'm afraid there will never be another Su embroidery product in the world that is the same as what he has in his hands now. In other words, this is tailor-made for him, Shen Zongming!

"Eh? It turns out to be the subtle embroidery among Su embroidery!"

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Chapter completed!