In the spacious and bright kitchen.
Chen Suhui was busying herself beside the stove, preparing to cook a few of her signature dishes.
Yan Ruoxi, who was beside him, was absent-mindedly choosing vegetables at the console.
From time to time, she would turn her head to look in the direction of the living room.
There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
How was Chen Fan?
Did her father notice something when he sent her away?
Or did Chairman Yan come up with some new tricks to torment Chen Fan?
She didn't stay by the side.
What if Chen Fan was exposed?
Yet, her mother was staring at her intently. What should she do?
"Ruoxi, help Mommy peel some garlic."
"Wash this green pepper again."
"Are the dishes ready? Ruoxi? Did you hear what Mommy said?"
Yan Ruoxi pretended not to hear anything and kept picking vegetables.
However, he kept muttering in his heart.
Why was there no movement in the living room?
Did Chen Fan screw up his acting and let his father see through it?
At the thought of this…
Yan Ruoxi could not sit still anymore.
She put down the vegetables in her hand, took off her apron, and was about to walk out.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" Chen Suhui shouted and complained,"I called you a few times but you couldn't hear me."
"I'll go make a pot of tea for my dad and the others," Yan Ruoxi said casually.”
Chen Suhui stopped her." Mrs. Landis is in the living room. Stay here and help Mommy."”
How could that do?
Yan Ruoxi bit her lip, her eyes anxious.
What if her father made things difficult for Chen Fan again?
Without her by his side to give him advice.
How could Chen Fan defeat her father, that old fox?
No, she had to go over and help.
"Then I'll go out and take a look."
"What are you looking at? Are you worried that your dad will eat him?"
Yan Ruoxi did not deny it when her mother saw through her thoughts.
She took the fruit platter from the kitchen and said,"I'll go and bring them some fruits."”
"I don't need you." Chen Suhui snatched the fruit platter." I'll send it over later."”
"Go and wash this tomato.”
Chen Suhui pointed at the sink with her chin and greeted Yan Ruoxi.
"Hurry up!"
"I still have to fry fish later. Mom can't handle it.”
Hearing Chen Suhui's urging, Yan Ruoxi sighed helplessly.
Chen Fan, Chen Fan.
You better be smart!
He mustn't let the cat out of the bag!
Is this lady dead or alive?
It depends on your boyfriend's performance.
……
In the living room.
Yan Baichuan carefully took out a delicate tea can from the tea cabinet.
This was a treasure that he had just collected not long ago.
He had spent hundreds of thousands to buy the top-grade Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao from a tea friend at a high price.
To Yan Baichuan, money was a small matter.
However, seven-year-old Da Hong Pao was rare.
Usually, he could not bear to drink it even once.
Yan Baichuan was only willing to take out a little to taste it when there were guests at home.
Today, this kid was lucky.
Yan Baichuan picked up a handful of tea leaves with his chopsticks.
He had a pained expression on his face.
He paused.
He gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.
He picked up a little more and put it into the purple clay pot.
Washing tea, brewing, calling tea to wake up the fragrance, sealing the pot and dividing the cups.
Chen Fan couldn't help but applaud his future father-in-law.
His tea brewing skills were amazing!
It was much better than his uncle's bucket of water.
However, at this moment.
He was no longer as reserved as before.
He sat calmly on the sofa.
He was waiting for his future father-in-law to make a move.
Yan Baichuan greeted Chen Fan warmly after making the tea.
"Little Chen, uncle happens to have a jar of aged Da Hong Pao here.”
"Come, come, come. Help Uncle taste it. How does this tea taste?”
He had a calm expression on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.
Humph! He wasted his good tea.
This Chen guy better say something later.
Don't think that you can get rid of him just because you said a few good words.
He wasn't someone to be trifled with.
Yan Baichuan laughed in his heart.
Even though Chen Fan's performance was outstanding, he had been in the business world for many years.
He would not trust others easily.
In any case, it was fine to be a little more cautious.
If he found out…
This kid was in cahoots with his daughter to deceive people.
Humph!
He would definitely let this bastard know how powerful he was!
"Thank you, Uncle."
Chen Fan smiled and took the saucer with both hands.
He sniffed lightly.
In an instant, a refreshing fragrance of tea assailed his nose.
Yan Baichuan glanced at him and asked with a smile,""How is it?"
"Smells good!"
As soon as the tea entered his mouth, the smooth and dry taste instantly filled his mouth.
Chen Fan immediately perked up.
Hmm?
He knew this question too!
This feeling of being able to hit the mark was too satisfying.
He was simply the chosen one.
It seemed like Uncle wasn't completely useless after all.
At the very least, he was good at tasting tea.
If Yan Baichuan wasn't there, Chen Fan would have laughed out loud.
Crazy akimbo, who else!
At the same time, he mocked,
I'm not targeting anyone.
In terms of tea tasting, everyone here is trash!
"How is it?"
Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Fan with a smile.
Drinking such expensive tea leaves, if this brat couldn't say anything…
He should consider it.
Should I soak this bastard's head in a teapot?
Seeing Chen Fan shake his head, Yan Baichuan was confused.
"What's wrong? This tea doesn't taste good?"
"Uncle, I'll tell you the truth." Chen Fan said seriously.”
"A seven-year-old Da Hong Pao is indeed a rare good tea, but the taste is a little lacking.”
"Oh? What's the difference?" Yan Baichuan's voice was indifferent.
It was slightly lower than before.
Although he was a little surprised that this kid had guessed the age of the tea leaves, he was still a little surprised.
After all, he had only recently received this Da Hong Pao, and his daughter did not know about it at all.
Therefore, it was definitely not a thorough question.
That meant that this kid was right again?
Yan Baichuan pondered to himself, and the suspicion in his heart slowly diminished.
Getting it right once was a fluke, getting it right twice was an accident.
One after another, he guessed everything correctly.
That would be his true ability.
However, what did this kid just say?
A seven-year-old Da Hong Pao tasted bad?
It was not easy for him to get this top-grade tea.
This brat actually said that it was not good?
Wasn't this a slap to his face?
Yan Baichuan scoffed.
"Xiao Chen, from your tone, could it be that you've drunk better?”
Chen Fan smiled.
"To tell you the truth, my uncle has a few bottles of ten-year-old Da Hong Pao. When I was young, he often brewed it for me.”
Chen Fan wasn't lying.
His uncle loved to drink tea and often fiddled with some strange things.
It was just that he was too young at that time and did not know much about tea.
He thought that his uncle had brought some ordinary tea leaves.
Chen Fan still remembered that he couldn't sleep at night after drinking it.
She opened her eyes and sang in the room.
His mother was so angry that she grabbed the bamboo pole and beat him up.
After that, his uncle did not dare to do anything else.
She tasted a similar tea from Yan Baichuan.
Chen Fan finally reacted.
The broken leaf that he drank back then was actually Da Hong Pao?？
No wonder Uncle always bragged about the ten-year-old stuff.
He wondered where his uncle got it.
Yan Baichuan, who was sitting calmly on the sofa, was shocked.
Ten-year-old Da Hong Pao?
Did he hear wrongly?
Or was this kid bragging?
A seven-year-old Da Hong Pao was already so rare. This kid's uncle actually had a ten-year-old one?
And often?
If the other party was not lying to him.
There was only one possibility.
This kid was really like what his daughter said.
Was he the child of a super real estate tycoon in the capital, or even the nephew of a big family?
When he came back to his senses, Yan Baichuan's expression was a little unnatural.
He deliberated a few times.
His mouth opened and closed.
This kid was too strange.
He still had to test it.
Finally, Yan Baichuan thought of an excuse and his tone became solemn.
"Ahem, Little Chen, the Way of Tea and painting are inseparable. Since you're so good at the Way of Tea, I'm sure you're not bad at painting either. What do you think of this painting in my living room?”
Yan Baichuan pointed at the Painting of the Eight Horses on the wall.
Chen Fan was stunned.
But when she looked up in the direction Yan Baichuan was pointing at, she was amused.
aiyoh
Was this a coincidence?
His uncle also had this painting!
It seemed to be exactly the same!
When he was young, he had drawn a lot of pictures there!!
Yan Baichuan pointed at the painting of the Eight Horses on the wall and introduced it to Chen Fan proudly.
"This is a painting by a famous artist, Master Xu. Back then, it took me a lot of effort to get it.”
Master Xu?
Chen Fan knew that.
Master Xu was good at drawing horses, while Master Maverick was good at drawing prawns.
Both of them were famous artists in the Chinese painting world.
When he was young, his mother had even bought posters of the Eight Horses and pasted them on the wall.
He spent two yuan.
Chen Fan rubbed his chin and looked up at the painting of the Eight Horses hanging on the wall.
The painting occupied more than half of the wall.
The eight horses in the painting were lifelike, full of vigor and vitality, strong and unrestrained.
It was exactly the same as the one his uncle had placed in the house.
Chen Fan didn't know much about painting.
If he had to evaluate it.
How should he put it?
It was quite true.
Chen Fan was stunned.
Yan Baichuan's eyes shone brightly, and it was obvious that he was showing off.
This kid actually showed off that he had a ten-year-old Da Hong Pao.
Haha!
Yan Baichuan, a big shot in the business world, was not convinced.
You have tea, I have paintings.
Yan Baichuan had always been proud of being able to collect the Painting of the Eight Horses.
Since ancient times, countless famous artists had drawn the Eight Horses.
Among them, the most famous and widely circulated painting was Master Xu's painting of a stallion.
The horse he drew was unparalleled in the art world, and no one could compare to it.
Didn't this kid always brag that there were countless good teas at home?
Then he would take out this Painting of the Eight Horses to test this kid's background.
Yan Baichuan was a little smug.
In fact, her daughter had never told her that Chen Fan knew how to draw.
He was just blowing up this kid.
In Yan Baichuan's opinion.
Since he was the son of a big family, he would often come into contact with these paintings.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that he knew the Way of Tea.
Appreciate the painting.
He didn't believe that this kid could still talk nonsense.
At that time, he would be able to grab hold of the fox's tail.
Let's see how the kid can continue pretending.
Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed.
He smiled and asked,"
"Xiao Chen, I see that you've been observing for so long. You must have some good ideas.”
"Why don't we talk about it? What do you think of this painting?"
Chen Fan was so focused on reading that he was suddenly stunned by Yan Baichuan's question.
How could he have any good ideas?
How could he evaluate this?
The reason why he was so engrossed in it just now.
That was because Chen Fan felt that the painting was too familiar.
The moment he saw the Painting of the Eight Horses.
There was only one thought in Chen Fan's mind:
Yes!
They were simply too similar!
Not only was the style similar, but even the depth of the ink and the strokes were similar!
It was like copying and paste.
Wasn't this the Painting of the Eight Horses hanging in his uncle's room?
Therefore, the moment he saw this painting.
Chen Fan felt very familiar with the painting and began to look for differences.
But could he say this to his father-in-law?
If he said it, he would be finished.
Faced with his father-in-law's pressure, Chen Fan decided to drag things out.
"Uncle, this painting is really good, but it can't be seen clearly on the wall.”
"Why don't you let me take a few more glances?”
Chen Fan's palms began to sweat under the scrutiny of Boss Yan.
He secretly glanced at his watch.
It was almost midnight.
Why isn't dinner ready yet?
Why hasn't Yan Ruxi come out yet?
If he didn't eat soon, he would be exposed.
It was as if he had seen through Chen Fan's thoughts.
Yan Baichuan didn't give him any chance to delay.
"Can't see clearly? This is easy!"
Big Boss Yan waved his hand and shouted outside the living room.
"Mrs. Landis, call Old Zhao to take down the painting on the wall.”
"Bring me my art appreciation tools too!”
Chen Fan was speechless.
Digging!
It was over.
What kind of art appreciation tool was this?
He didn't know how to use any tools!
If he didn't use his eyes to look at the painting, what else could he use?!
This would make him unable to do anything.
……
On the other side.
In the kitchen.
She heard a voice coming from the living room.
Yan Ruoxi instantly became nervous.
This commotion was not small?
Could it be…
Did her father fight with Chen Fan?
Yan Ruoxi couldn't care less about anything else and threw the half-washed vegetables aside.
She snatched the fruit platter from her mother's hand and walked out.
Yan Ruoxi saw such a scene the moment she stepped out of the door.
Her father and Chen Fan raised their heads and stared at the painting on the wall.
This was…not yet a fight?
Or was it already over?
"Dad, Chen Fan, what are you doing?" Yan Ruoxi was stunned.”
The two of them turned around at the same time.
Yan Ruoxi walked over with a plate of fruit.
"We didn't do anything. Xiao Chen, come and eat some fruits." When Yan Baichuan saw his daughter come out with fruits, he sat back on the sofa and greeted Chen Fan with a smile.
Seeing the unnatural look on Chen Fan's face, her father looked as if he had won.
Yan Ruoxi's eyelids twitched.
This is bad!
There was obviously something wrong with her father's expression.
Could it be that Chen Fan had messed up his acting?
Had he been exposed?
Taking advantage of the gap between placing the fruit platter, Yan Ruoxi looked at Chen Fan expressionlessly and blinked three times.
(How was it?)
Chen Fan shook his head immediately.
(Not good. (;?_?)）
After the eye contact, Chen Fan reached out his finger.
He pointed at the painting on the wall.
Then, she ridiculed Yan Ruoxi with her eyes.
President Yan.
Your dad is too difficult to deal with.
(╯-_-)╯┴——┴
Marrying you is like the Tang Monk going to the West to learn from the scriptures.
It was even more difficult than the eighty-one difficulty.
Who could withstand this fierce and shrewd Old Mount Tai?
If he was exposed later.
Don't blame me.
Yan Ruoxi did not understand his eyes, but she understood his hand gestures.
Could it be that the old man was testing Chen Fan's art appreciation?
Seeing Chen Fan's troubled expression, she had an idea.
"Were you admiring the painting just now?”
"Chen Fan, let me introduce you. This painting is the Painting of the Eight Horses that my father has collected for many years. The painting…"
"Cough!" Yan Baichuan coughed and interrupted Yan Ruoxi.
"Ruoxi, there's nothing for you to do here. I'm having a good chat with Little Chen. Hurry up and help out in the kitchen.”
Yan Baichuan was already unhappy.
The two of them kept making eyes at each other.
Did he think that his father-in-law didn't exist?
Yan Baichuan knew exactly what his daughter was thinking.
He sneered in his heart.
Think through the questions?
No way!
Even if the two of them were really in love.
He had to observe it carefully before considering it.
She couldn't get past him.
He wanted to be Yan Baichuan's son-in-law?
Want to eat my ass!
The little girl was helping outsiders now.
What would happen in the future?
"Dad, I also want to hear what you have to say.”
Yan Ruoxi sat on the sofa and refused to leave.
Yan Baichuan looked at his daughter with disdain.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and help your mother, go!”
She chased away the unwilling Yan Ruoxi.
Yan Baichuan smiled again.
He turned around and smiled kindly.
"Come, Little Chen, come and eat some fruit. After eating, let's continue talking about painting.”
Yan Baichuan thought to himself,'I'll make you suffer this time!'
Humph!
Young man!
You're still too inexperienced!
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