Shen Wanqing blinked and took the sweet scented osmanthus crisp handed by the old man. She took a bite, "well, it''s crisp and sweet. It''s delicious."

    The old lady smiled with curved eyes and looked very gentle. "It''s delicious. If it''s delicious, eat more."

    The old housekeeper was surprised.

    In the commander''s house, who doesn''t know that the old lady''s favorite food is osmanthus crisp. On weekdays, when the amiable old lady faces the sweet scented osmanthus crisp, she completely becomes very protective of food. Even when my great grandfather was alive, there were only a few sweet scented osmanthus cakes in the old lady''s hands!

    Now, only the second master can eat sweet scented osmanthus crisp from the old lady in the house.

    Unfortunately, the second master never eats sweets.

    This is the second person who can let the old lady take the initiative to deliver sweet scented osmanthus crisp after the second master.

    In the hall, the white haired and elegant old lady talked kindly with the clever and beautiful girls around her. The gramophone next to her was playing opera. This picture seemed very reassuring and warm.

    Shen Wanqing took the tea carefully handed over by the old lady. She whispered thank you. Shen Wanqing sipped the tea and moistened her throat. She listened to the legend of the white snake on the gramophone next to her. Shen Wanqing couldn''t help asking, "the old lady also likes to listen to the legend of the white snake?"

    "Yes, I like it." the old lady smiled and said, humming a few words with the voice of the phonograph.

    Shen Wanqing sat quietly listening. After the old lady finished singing, Shen Wanqing clapped his hands and said, "the old lady sings very well."

    The old lady said angrily, "you have a sweet mouth. Don''t tease me here. How can I compare with you!"

    "No. the old lady''s voice is very good, but it''s much better than some people!" Shen Wanqing was right. The old lady''s singing is really good. Once she heard it, she knew that she was a perennial audience. I guess I''ve heard a lot about the white snake. It''s very skilled. Not exquisite, but it tastes like that.

    "Miss Shen, you look young?" the old man asked.

    Shen Wanqing replied, "it''s not small. It''s nineteen. It''ll be twenty in June next year."

    "Oh, it''s only nineteen!" the old lady said with a smile, "it''s two years younger than our inkstone repair!"

    The old lady asked curiously, "have you lived in the theater since you were a child?"

    "No." Shen Wanqing shook his head, "I used to be from Xi''an. Later, my family suffered a disaster and sold me to Renya Zi. But Renya Zi had a problem on the road. When he met the Japanese aggressors, he threw me to the Japanese aggressors and ran away. Fortunately, he met the army and saved me. He gave me a sum of silver and I came to Peiping. When he met Shifu, he had me now..."

    The girl looked calm when she said this, which made the old lady and the old housekeeper feel distressed.

    The old lady held Shen Wanqing''s small hand with distressed eyes. She sighed and patted the girl''s hand: "it''s hard for you, child!"

    Shen Wanqing shook his head carelessly, "it''s all over. Besides, I''m doing well now."

    The old lady''s eyes are already a little red. As soon as he gets old, his emotions are greatly touched. Shen Wanqing thinks that the old lady can''t fluctuate too much for fear of hurting her body. She opens the topic, "since the old lady likes listening to the legend of the white snake so much, why don''t Qingqing sing a short paragraph with the old lady today?"