Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 3 An embroidered handkerchief wins hearts

  Even with a sneer in his heart, his expression is always harmless.

  But in Chen Yan's eyes, the silent gesture is a kind of guilty conscience!

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

   "That's enough for Xiaoyan." Shen Chunjiang frowned, "Eat well."

"Dad—don't be angry! I'm just asking, so she really didn't prepare a gift?" As she spoke, she poked the rice in the bowl, and muttered softly, "Grandpa's birthday, it's only a year. Once, of course I wanted him to be happy, but some people are too careless..."

  Pink lips pursed, between the lines there was distress for the old man.

  No one will think she is aggressive, but she is innocent and innocent.

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

  She waved her hands again and again, hurriedly defending: "No... I know grandpa's birthday..."

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

  The more you explain, the more wrong you are, and the more you argue, the more you panic. If you could get away with "one who doesn't know is not guilty" before, then Shen Yu has already pushed himself over the cliff with one sentence.

  How stupid!

   Either being unfilial, or admitting to lying, no matter what the situation is, Shen Zongming will be disgusted, unless she can conjure up gifts empty-handed.

   Obviously, this is impossible.

  Shen Yan wiped her mouth gracefully to cover up the schadenfreude smile on her lips.

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

   Under the gaze of everyone, the young girl seemed to be more nervous. From the slightly trembling hands she clenched the knife and fork, one could tell the uneasiness and panic in her heart at the moment.

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

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

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

   "It's not something expensive, I didn't want to take it out to embarrass others," the girl pursed her lips, looked at Shen Yan opposite, and then showed a soft smile: "But sister is right, the heart is the most important thing, and the price is second."

   "Do you think you can just take a piece of handkerchief and say a few words, and you can give it to grandpa as a birthday present? Who knows where it was picked up?" Shen Yan sneered.

  The girl's eyes dimmed, she moved her lips, but she didn't say anything to argue.

  Maybe, it's really embarrassing...

   I don't know why, but Shen Qian was able to read the girl's inner thoughts at the moment from the expression and movements of the girl.

"Let me see."

  The big palm with well-defined joints came into view, and Shen Yu obediently handed over the silk handkerchief.

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

  Shen Yu looked bewildered.

  Did she...do something wrong again?

   "Ah Qian, what's going on?"

   "Grandpa, if I'm not mistaken, the pattern on this square silk handkerchief should be Suzhou embroidery..."

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

  Especially, under the premise that the artisans are passed on in a single line, the real embroidery skills are only in the hands of a few people, and the most famous Suzhou embroidery is even rarer.

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

  Of course, rare things are more expensive, and the fewer things, the more sought after.

  Master Shen is one of them.

  In his own words, "Extreme in inkstone, Su in embroidery."

  In inkstone, I only love Duan inkstone; in embroidery, I only admire Suzhou embroidery.

  And the small silk handkerchief in Shen Qian's hand was made of authentic Suzhou embroidery.

   "Brother, please be more reliable, OK? How can she afford Suzhou embroidery? It must be a fake." Shen Yan's expression was exaggerated, and the corners of her eyes and brows hinted at ridicule.

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

  Shen Yan made a gesture to tug, but was gently avoided by the man, and passed it to the old man: "Look at it."

   As an expert among them, Shen Zongming had already cultivated his sharp eyes, and he nodded after a while, affirming the judgment of his grandson: "It's true."

  Shen Yan couldn't believe it, she stood up suddenly, and clasped Shen Yu's hand across the dining table: "Okay, you are actually a thief!"

  Shen Yu was stunned: "I'm not!"

   "Then how did this handkerchief come from? Tell me—" Anyway, she wouldn't believe it if she was killed, Shen Wei, a poor man, has the money to buy collections as gifts.

   "I embroidered it myself for grandpa!" Shen Wei suddenly exerted strength and shook off her hand.

  Shen Yan gasped, and almost staggered and fell on the chair, it was a great shame!

  Shen Yu changed her weak posture, her eyes were red, and she almost growled: "You don't need to like me, but you can't slander me!"

  As soon as these words came out, the 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 shine its claws, it is still a cat and cannot become a tiger.

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

   He paused every 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 Grandpa's name."

  Congratulations to Mr. Shen Zongming on his seventy-fifth birthday-婠 character.

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

  Shen Zongming also took it far away, and only after careful identification can he see it clearly. Then look at the content of the picture—"Peng Zu Playing with Ghosts", which perfectly fits the theme of birthday celebration.

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

   "Huh? It turned out to be the subtle embroidery in Suzhou embroidery!"

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