??Chapter 1486: Chapter 1488: Turning the Tables
Chapter 1486: Chapter 1488: Turning the Tables
“Mom, that’s enough, don’t say anymore.”
She knew it was sowhat embarrassing.
But the woman brushed off her hand, “What’s there that can’t be said? I just took a look outside, those who greeted Tang Qing all gave red envelopes, although the envelopes aren’t thick, you can’t really tell how much money is in them, I’m just here to ask, right? The amount in the red envelope depends on the relationship, and Old Mr. ng has the best relationship with your great-uncle, so he definitely can’t give too little. Right, Old Mr. ng?”
Old Lei, Old Gan, and the others had already stood up and moved away as soon as they heard the woman’s first sentence.
They were the uneducated and crude types; it was better for them to stay out of the way. If they got involved, they might end up losing face themselves.
Unfortunately, Old ng couldn’t avoid it.
The woman was clearly targeting him.
“I gave an inkstone,” Old ng said slowly.
That inkstone, in terms of value, wasn’t cheap, worth at least four to five hundred.
Moreover, that was sothing Old Tang liked; Old ng felt that Old Tang would appreciate this gift.
But upon hearing this, the woman’s eyes widened, “What? What’s an inkstone?”
“An inkstone is for grinding ink,” Old ng explained patiently.
“My goodness,” exclaid the woman, slapping her thigh: “What’s the use of giving such a thing? It’s not edible, not drinkable, and it can’t cover the cost of the als today! Look, Old Mr. ng, this isn’t right, my cousin’s family…”
Over there, Tang Qing had already noticed the commotion, but hadn’t heard exactly what they were talking about. Just as soone else ca upstairs, he went to greet them.
Two children ran over, and one of them, a boy around five or six years old, imdiately grabbed Old ng’s walking stick and ran off, “I’m using this as a horse!”
“No, that’s wrong, it’s a sword!”
The two children shouted and played, waving the walking stick around and causing a racket around several tables.
Old ng panicked and stood up, “That’s not a toy, that’s my walking stick, give it back to
quickly!”
Upon hearing him, the kids turned around and made faces at him.
“We won’t give it back, we won’t!”
As they spoke, they swung the walking stick again.
Old ng, afraid they would hurt themselves, asked the woman, “Are those your kids?”
“Yes, they are.”
“Then you should hurry up and make them give
back my walking stick!”
The woman looked unconcerned: “Old Mr. ng, it’s just a walking stick. You aren’t using it now, what’s the harm in letting them play with it for a bit?”
Just as she finished speaking, the kid swinging the stick hit the other, older child with a bang.
The child imdiately burst into tears, holding his head and really crying out in pain.
The child who had hit the other went pale and quickly threw the walking stick back to Old ng, “Here, take it back!”
The walking stick thrown back hit Old ng’s foot. He was wearing old-fashioned cloth shoes, which didn’t offer much protection, and it hit right on his toes, causing him such pain that he fell back onto the couch.
Old Lei and the others couldn’t help but exchange glances.
It was really sothing how Old Tang managed to bring such wild kids to the birthday feast he’d seldom arranged.
This could really cause a ss.
The child who was hit belonged to another family, but after all, they were relatives, and after a few urgent inquiries from the adults, they approached Old ng.
“Old gentleman, how could you let such small children play with your walking stick? Look what’s happened now?”
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