The Su family's old house was as lively as a vegetable market today.
Why? It's the Su family's old man's 70th birthday. Can no one come? Many of Jiang Ning's well-known people came. There were about twenty tables in the hall, and the crystal chandelier was so bright that it made people's eyes hurt.
Ye Qingtian was squatting by the pool in the corner of the yard, washing a large basket of grapes.
The water was cold, and the veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging. They were the marks left by holding the knife for many years. Even if it was not touched for three years, it would not go away. The grapes were specially ordered by my mother-in-law Zhao Jinhua. She said that this is what the old man likes to eat. They must be washed one by one without any dust.
"Ye Qingtian! Why are you dawdling?" A sharp female voice came out from the kitchen window.
Zhao Jinhua's heavily powdered face poked out, and her eyebrows were drawn as thin and raised as if they were two knives: "Wash the grapes for a long time, are you going to die? The guests are all here, hurry up and bring them in!"
"Here, Mom." Ye Qingtian responded with a calm voice.
He picked up the plastic basket, water dripping down his wrist. The sleeves of the washed-white gray shirt were rolled up, exposing half of his forearm. Several juniors from the Su family were smoking together in the yard. When they saw him, they winked at each other.
"Hey, is our 'gold nanny' busy again?" The smiling man in the floral shirt is Su Yurou's cousin Su Minghao.
"No, even a five-star hotel can't match this business ability." The person wearing a tight T-shirt next to him answered, Su Minghao's follower.
Ye Qingtian didn't seem to hear him and walked past them carrying a basket.
