Out of good upbringing and courtesy, He Shen did not curse directly, but looked at Yan Shifan's big head with tactful eyes.
I heard this guy is quite smart before. What happened today??
"Good nephew..."
He Shen organized his words, but still hesitated to speak.
But Yan Shifan still noticed the question in his eyes that he wanted to ask but didn't, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
There's nothing he can do about it, he's almost used to having such a father on his side.
"Uncle Shi, can you just do your nephew a favor?"
Yan Shifan looked at He Shen with pleading eyes: "My nephew will definitely be richly rewarded in the future."
He Shen looked at the warm jade in his hand for a while, and then looked up at Yan Shifan, his face full of doubts.
The son wants to give this piece of jade to his father, but he has to ask others to give it to him in a roundabout way?
Is it possible that this Jade Buddha has any special meaning?
From beginning to end, he never thought about giving heavy gifts.
Who would treat guests with gifts? Isn’t this a mental disorder?
He Shen thought about it for a while, and when he saw that the sedan chair was almost arriving at He Mansion, he responded and said, "Okay, then I will give this to your father."
"Thank you, Uncle Shi!!"
Yan Shifan was so pleasantly surprised that he stood up and bowed to him immediately: "My nephew wants to avoid suspicion, so he should get off the sedan first and greet Uncle He Shi at my house later!"
Can't you come with me yet? Can you pick me up at your house later?
Isn’t this taking off your pants and farting?
He Shen was a little bit embarrassed, but he could understand.
After all, Yan Shifan was so sneaky because he didn't want his father to know.
"Good nephew, walk slowly." He Shen sent Yan Shifan off with a smile. He also specifically asked the bearer to walk slowly to give Yan Shifan some time to prepare.
There is no way, adults just like to be kind to others.
The luxurious sedan dragged on the road for a while, and they finally arrived at Yan's Mansion.
The sun was high, pedestrians were coming and going, and there were constant shouts, but a group of servants in green clothes and hats had already cleared an open space in front of Yan's mansion, specially prepared to welcome Mr. He.
The harsh sunlight made the black sleeves and moiré-patterned crossbars on the aconite door burn hot. The servants below saw the sedan chair and the adults' sedan from a distance, and immediately went up to usher them to the door.
At this moment, Yan Shifan was already waiting at the door, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Seeing He Shen's sedan arriving, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly shouted: "My nephew welcomes Uncle He Shen!"
The fat man can best understand the suffering of the fat man. He Shen knew that Yan Shifan was lame and saw that he was so tired after running back in a hurry under the scorching sun. The resentment he had just now disappeared unconsciously.
He Shen carried the oil paper bag, smiled and stepped forward to hold up Yan Shifan's arm: "My dear nephew, please get up quickly!"
Seeing He Shen looking behind him with a vague look in his eyes, Yan Shifan immediately explained: "Uncle Shi, my father is cooking for Uncle Shi and he cannot come in person. I hope Uncle Shi can forgive me."
He Shen was obviously surprised. He didn't expect Yan Song to actually cook with his own hands!
What a decent meal today!
"Oh! How can you blame me?"
Mr. He smiled even brighter: "It's really flattering and flattering that Prime Minister Yan is so solemn!"
When Yan Shifan saw his attitude, he was very excited immediately. This matter should be settled today!
After some pleasantries, the atmosphere between the two fat men was warm, and they walked towards Yan's mansion, passed through the courtyards and corridors, and arrived at Yan Song's simple courtyards.
Pushing open the door, what you see is two large leafy apricot trees, casting a green shade, clean bluestone slabs, rustic stone wells, flat ground, and a grape vine trellis in the corner, beside the wall
There are several simple farm tools with wooden handles neatly arranged.
He Shen was obviously startled: "What a pastoral and relaxing scenery!"
Yan Shifan smiled and said: "My father usually cleans up when he has nothing to do, and doesn't let others help."
He Shen looked at the scene inside, but nodded repeatedly. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "It is refreshing to watch! Yan Xiangzhen is a wonderful person!"
"Uncle Shi, as long as you like it."
Yan Shifan smiled and led him into the house: "My father is still cooking in the side yard. You and your nephew can come in and have a cup of tea first."
The two of them walked a few steps and heard a clicking sound coming from behind the almond tree on the left.
Yan Shifan froze, but He Shen took a few steps sideways and looked over curiously.
I saw a green-headed duck standing behind the tree, stretching its neck and gnawing at the bark of the tree.
There was a snap sound.
The two taels of jujube cakes He Shen was carrying fell to the ground, and the hemp rope on them fell apart. Fortunately, the jujube cakes inside didn't roll to the ground.
"this……"
He Shen suspected that he had entered some kind of demonic realm.
Not only are the people in the Yan family abnormal, but even the ducks they raise seem to have something weird...and evil qualities.
"Good nephew..."
He turned to look at Yan Shifan and couldn't help but said: "I've only heard of dogs grinding their teeth against trees. How come your duck can also grind its teeth??"
Yan Shifan hurriedly came up to help him pick up the jujube cake, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Shi, to be honest, my father brought this duck back when he went to Xinghe Building for dinner."
"I've only been back for a few days and I became crazy. My nephew is just trying to find a doctor to show this duck!"
Yan Shifan smiled sarcastically, and now he could only use madness to explain it. You can't say that this duck was starved to this by his father, right?
He Shen was shocked and took back the jujube cake from Yan Shifan's hand: "Xinghelou? Could it be the one Liu Quan bought?"
"Liu Quan?"
Liu Quan hurriedly ran out from behind: "Master, I'm here."
"Why did you buy Yan Xiang a crazy duck?"
He Shen stared at him: "What if this hurts Prime Minister Yan??"
Liu Quan was also aggrieved. The duck was obviously in good condition when he bought it! But now he can only take over the responsibility for his master.
"Master, it's wrong to be a slave."
While they were talking, the duck over there stopped gnawing on the bark of the tree and stretched its neck to look at the oil paper bag spread out in Master He's hand.
The sweet smell of jujube cake is emanating from it.
Ga ga ga~
The green-headed duck took duck steps, flapped its wings and rushed over.
When I was not paying attention, I was bitten by a duck on my leg.
"Ouch! This duck is so crazy!"
Mr. He let out a strange scream, held the jujube cake in one hand and held up his trouser legs with the other and ran away. The green-headed duck was chasing after him, staring at Mr. He's plump butt, ready to poke his head over and take another bite.
Ga ga ga~
This scene was very funny, but Yan Shifan couldn't laugh. Instead, his vision went dark and he almost passed by.
"Quickly, hurry up and protect Mr. He!" He shouted at the top of his lungs with the last of his strength.
Liu Quan also came to his senses from the shock and rushed to stop the duck's violence. Several strong servants in green clothes and small hats in the outer courtyard heard the commotion and broke in through the door.
However, when they saw this scene in front of them, several servants were stunned.
Mr. He was running in circles around the big almond tree with his trouser legs held up. Behind him was a green-headed duck chasing him, and behind the duck was Liu Quan chasing after him in a hurry.
Yan Shifan, who was lame on one leg, did not dare to go up and interfere, and kept shouting outside: "Uncle He Shi, you run into the house! You run into the house!"
The domestic servants have received professional training, and they will not laugh no matter how funny it is.