"It's rare for a small piece to be a piece of wood that he actually found such a large piece of top quality!"

"Red sandalwood is priceless, filial piety is priceless. Congratulations to the old man!"

Everyone praised Zhuo Lun's intentions. This birthday gift is indeed very good. The old man himself is a wood carving master. He has always liked these small objects, not to mention such good wood. You must know that red sandalwood is easy to obtain, but the best quality is hard to find. Zhuo Lun really invested a lot.

Mr. Zhuo narrowed his eyes and accepted the birthday gift with a smile, and praised it with a rare word: "Not bad."

After Zhuolun gave the birthday gift, he stood beside the old man and said with a smile: "I wish my grandfather good fortune as long as the flowing water in the East China Sea and a long life than the pine trees in the South Mountains! There is today every year, and today every year!"

"Okay, okay." Old Master Zhuo patted his hand very kindly: "I'm sorry."

"For grandpa to be happy, this is what grandson should do." Zhuolun took the tea handed over to the side, held it in both hands and handed it to the old man: "Grandpa, drink tea."

Mr. Zhuo smiled and took it over and took a sip. As soon as another grandchild came up again, he did not talk to Zhuo Lun again.

Zhuolun didn't go down either, so he naturally stood behind the old man and helped deliver the birthday gift he sent.

Everyone saw this scene, and many people were secretly wondering whether it was due to the old man’s instructions.

What followed were some ordinary birthday gifts. Except for the youngest eight-year-old guy who gave him a painting that made everyone smile, there was basically nothing special.

Zhuolun seemed to remember something and said strangely: "Hey? Where is Brother Peng?"

Everyone searched in the crowd: "He was still welcomed by the main entrance just now, why did he disappear in a flash..."

Fortunately, Zhuo Peng finally appeared in the audience after the last grandchild celebrated his birthday.

He held a rectangular mahogany box in his hand and walked onto the stage calmly: "Grandpa, I wish you never grow old and never be prosperous, and never be prosperous in the sea of ​​blessings."

"Quick, open it and take a look." Mr. Zhuo couldn't wait long ago.

The sea yellow bracelets were from Lu Zi'an's craftsmanship, and he kept talking about them!

Zhuo Peng nodded, put it on the tray, opened it directly, took out the bracelet and handed it to the old man: "Because I had sweated at the door just now, I was afraid that the sweat stains would stick to the bracelet, so I went to clean my hands. Grandpa, do you like it?"

A sentence explained his absence just now.

"Hey, I like it, of course I like it." In fact, the old man couldn't let it go - he finally got it!

"Old Zhuo, is this... Hai Huang?" The person below the stage couldn't believe it. The birthday celebration was just completed, so he simply walked on stage to observe carefully.

The original intention was to check its wood, but after careful observation, I was attracted by its exquisite carving: "How come this bracelet doesn't look like a car..."

Mr. Zhuo nodded with a smile: "I have eyesight! These 108 beads are all made by hand and polished carefully. How about it, isn't it very exquisite?"

After hearing Mr. Zhuo's words, he couldn't help but attract more people to come forward to enjoy and watch.

"Slowly, this material... This is not only a sea yellow, but also a purple pear! I just went to see the carving worker and didn't find it!"

"I didn't wash my hands. Oh, Lao Zhuo, pick it up a little, I'll take a look at this accessory!"

"Hiss! Is this a dragon? Micro-emblem? My magnifying glass, bring my reading glasses too!"

A group of people clamored, surrounding Mr. Zhuo.

Zhuo Peng was very sensible and ordered someone to send water over. Suddenly, every senior praised Zhuo Peng: "I am really thoughtful and promising."

Zhuo Lun, who was pushed farther and farther away by the old men, glanced at Zhuo Peng. Zhuo Peng noticed his gaze looking back calmly. The two of them met in the air, and then moved away calmly. No one except themselves noticed this scene.

Lu Zian and the others were actually not far away, but because the scene was quite noisy, I didn’t know what the group of people were arguing.

Lu Zian vaguely felt as if he had heard his name. He looked up and saw a large group of people surrounding Mr. Zhuo as if he was congratulating his birthday. He must have heard it awkwardly.

The dishes came up one after another. Chen Mange had to pause the chat with everyone in Han and concentrate on picking up food because the shawl was wrapped around her shoulders.

"Is this eaten?"

"Hmm." Chen Mange has a good appetite: "I'm not picky about food."

Lu Zian nodded with a smile, a little satisfied: It’s easy to raise.

After a while, Chen Mange's bowl was piled up into a hill. She quickly stopped Lu Zi'an: "Slow down, I'll pick up too much and I can't finish it. Brother Zi'an, you can eat it too."

"Okay." Then he ate for a while and then picked it up.

So everyone else was chatting and drinking, and the only two of them were happily burying their hard work.

"Those old men were so happy that they didn't eat anymore..." someone muttered at the next table.

Another man took a sip of wine and tweeted: "Why do you care about so much? Are you still afraid that they have no food?"

That's true.

Lu Zian was having fun feeding him when he suddenly heard someone calling him. When he looked back, it turned out to be Zhuo Peng: "Huh? Zhuo Peng, why didn't you go to have a meal?"

Zhuo Peng said apologetically: "Master Lu, this is the case. A few old men are trying to see you. I really have no choice. Can you delay your time with me in a few minutes?"

His voice was not high, but it was still fine for the people at this table to hear it.

Everyone, who was already very curious about Lu Zian, looked at Lu Zian in disbelief: Who is this sacred? Zhuo Peng actually came to invite him in person? He was so humble?

A few old men? They couldn't help but look at the stage, but saw that everyone who was still surrounding Mr. Zhuo was staring at this side with bright eyes.

No, was they so lively just now that they wanted to see this young man?

Lu Zian pondered for a few seconds and then stood up: "Yes, I should go to celebrate the old man's birthday."

He brought a glass of wine and smiled and said to Mr. Zhuo: "I wish you good fortune, longevity, and good fortune, good fortune and good fortune!"

"Oh, this is sweet." An old man next to him grabbed him: "Don't be so polite, come on, let's talk to us first, how did you carve this dragon pattern?"

Lu Zian understood as soon as he saw the bracelet. It turned out that this was the reason they called him over so anxiously.

He put the wine glass aside and said gently: "This is the hollowing and digging process, combining micro-carving techniques, divide it into three layers, and carving it layer by layer, and finally it is like this."

However, he completely misunderstood the direction of everyone's attention.

One person couldn't wait to say, "How many years have you been studying? Who are you studying?"

"Are you interested in bringing an apprentice?"

"Are you Dongyang's skills or original techniques?"

"You..."

Questions came one by one, and Lu Zian was dizzy when asked, so he could only answer them patiently.

At the same time, his name and his previous experiences quickly spread in the hall.

Zhuolun stood in the corner, watching the scene from afar, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

A tall and thin man beside him had a cold face and said angrily: "This is impossible. Did you give the wrong birthday gift? Where did Lu Zi'an pop up? It was me who was famous, so how could he become him!"
Chapter completed!