A male follower took the order and walked towards the cheering crowd.

Lantai put on his clothes and wanted to hold Yu'er's hand away. He stretched out his hand several times but failed to hold it. It turned out that he was surrounded by the enthusiastic old man, aunt and lady, as well as the eldest girl and daughter-in-law.

For example, the one who was pulling his hand gently stroked it was a white-haired old woman. Behind her, her face was as red as a ripe apple, and she was suspected to be her granddaughter.

"Young man, how old is this year? What kind of business is he in? Have you got married? If you don't have a success, will you have a partner? Do you want to be old..."

Lan Tai bowed his fists to everyone, then pointed at Yu'er, who was at a loss outside the crowd, who was holding the corner of his clothes at a loss: "My wife."

With a bang, the crowd dispersed, making a sound of disappointment and disappointment.

Lantai held back his smile and held Yu'er's hand: "Have I performed well?"

Yu'er said embarrassingly: "It seems to be a little too good."

Lantai laughed: "You're hungry, I can't bear the fullness of sugar paintings. Hurry up and take you to eat."

"I want to eat zygote."

Although she didn't know what it was, the young master mentioned that he should eat yoko on the third day of the Chinese New Year. He has always remembered that he was very clear about siyuer.

"Yes, the dumplings on the first day of the first day of the year, and the third day of the year of the year of the year of the year, I will take you to find it now."

"Please stay, young master," a middle-aged man dressed in a house servant blocked their way and bowed, "My girl has feelings."

"I don't know your girl."
Chapter completed!