Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Chapter 719: The girl reluctantly gave up

Tang Li smiled and said, "Miss, look carefully. Tangfeng's Tang suits do like to use peonies. They only made one camellia series because grandma likes camellias."

Ai Fei said, "I see. I heard that there are many camellias planted in the house at No. 72 Xinghua Lane. It's an ancient camellia garden."

Tang Li smiled and said, "That's right. Before we even took pictures of the house, grandma told us not to touch the camellia garden inside. Does the young lady like camellias too?"

Ai Fei nodded: "Yes, I like it. I just like the camellia garden in this house. It's a pity that I don't have the chance to own it. Congratulations, Mr. Tang."

Tang Li smiled gently: "Thank goodness that the young lady reluctantly gave up her love and didn't argue with me. I'll invite you to come over for tea and flowers some other day."

Ai Fei nodded: "Okay."

The two of them were talking as if no one was around. Others were fine, but Ling Ye had a rather gloomy face.

It seemed that Mr. Tang wanted to have a relationship with Feifei.

Isn't he Yingzi's boss? He doesn't talk to Yingzi, but keeps talking to Feifei. What does that mean?

As if he were dead?

He gently pushed the cut steak in front of her and said softly, "Eat first."

Then he looked at Tang Li and said calmly, "Mr. Tang has just returned to China. I'm afraid he doesn't understand Chinese culture. The Chinese believe in not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping."

Tang Li looked at the man in front of him.

He had a handsome face and an indifferent expression. Even his sitting posture was three points straighter than others. An inexplicable cold and chilling aura was pressing towards him.

He smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I really don't understand Chinese culture very well."

Ling Ye stopped talking, picked up the knife and fork in front of him, and slowly began to cut the steak in front of him.

Tang Li was not embarrassed at all. He smiled and picked up his knife and fork to eat his steak.

Shang Aiying, who was standing by, felt very embarrassed. She was almost able to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with her toes, but she didn't dare to say anything. Brother Ye said, don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping!

Han Ting poured her a glass of juice.

She picked it up, tilted her head back and drank it in one gulp, and the embarrassment dissipated a lot.

Everyone lowered their eyes to eat. For a moment, the box was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only the occasional subtle sound of knives, forks and plates colliding.

After everyone finally finished their meal, Shang Aiying breathed a sigh of relief and immediately invited Tang Li to have some tea.

She made the tea herself.

She had learned how to make tea from Mr. Shang. Her movements were smooth and elegant, and the aroma of tea soon filled the air amidst the curling hot steam.

Tang Li smiled and said, "Is this Chinese Kung Fu?"

Shang Aiying smiled and said, "Well, this is Kung Fu tea, Mr. Tang, please try it."

As he spoke, he placed a cup of fragrant black tea in front of him.

Tang Li picked it up and slowly tasted it. It was rich and mellow with a long aftertaste.

He smiled and said, "Good tea!"

Shang Aiying smiled and continued to pour tea for him.

Tang Li said, "I want to buy some good tea and fine porcelain for Grandma, but I don't quite understand the ins and outs of it. Miss Shang seems like an expert, so I wonder if she could accompany me?"

Shang Aiying said, "Of course, it's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. Let's go to the antique market and take a look."

Tang Li smiled and said, "Okay."

Han Ting, who was standing by, suddenly said, "It's too troublesome to go to the antique market. I know the owner of an antique shop. He has a lot of good stuff. I'll take you there to choose from."

Shang Aiying: “…”

He is accompanying the boss, why does Han Gou have to get involved!

"No need. Mr. Tang just returned to China, so I can show him around."

"Aren't your legs still hurting? How are you going to go shopping?"

Han Ting twirled his glasses, looking like a gentleman but a villain, and what he said almost made Shang Aiying furious.